Avatar XXX

“He’s heading North,” Zhao declared, striking his finger into the map hung upon the wall. He tucked his hands behind his back, turning to his council. “The Northern Water Tribe. The Avatar needs to master waterbending. He’s looking for a teacher.” He glanced back at the map, glaring at the collection of light blue islands that made up the Northern Water Tribe.

“Then what are we waiting for?” One of his captains asked. He was sporting long grey hair, a long grey beard, and a topknot. “Let’s go get him.”

“Patience, Captain Li,” Zhao steadied his subordinate. “This isn’t some little earth village we can just march into. The Water Tribe is a great nation.” Zhap turned, beginning to pace about the room. “There’s a reason they’ve survived a hundred years of war. The frozen tundra is treacherous. The landscape itself is an icy fortress. We’ll need a massive invasion force.”

A Koala-Otter dove deep into the icy arctic waters, avoiding the potential predator flying overhead. Appa was only a few dozen feet above the surprisingly calm waters of the farthest northern sea. Massive ice caps stuck out from the saltwater, reminding Katara and Sokka of home. Aang relaxed upon his best friend’s head, letting the Sky Bison steer himself. Katara was resting on her enormous bust in the middle of the saddle, her eyes closed for some rest. Sokka was slumped over their gear, attached at the tail end of the saddle, watching the ocean disappear behind them. The endless expanse of blue was, in the same breath, familiar and frightening, having grown so accustomed to flying over land. 

“I’m not one to complain,” Sokka lied. “But can’t Appa fly any higher?”

The question upset Aang greatly, turning around to face the warrior. “I have an idea,” The monk barked, pointing at Sokka. “Why don’t we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole. 

“I’d love to,” Sokka replied sarcastically. He pointed at his backside, shaking his butt slightly. “Climb on, everyone! Sokka is ready for takeoff!” Momo quickly scooped up the opportunity, leaping up onto Sokka’s hunched-over spine.

Katara’s eyes fluttered open, her sleep ruined by the bickering. “Look, we’re all just a little tired and cranky. We’ve had a crazy few days and have been flying all night.”

Katara and the boys were truly exhausted, and Appa was as well. They had been fighting and running almost nonstop since they had gone to Aunt Wu’s village. That had only been eight days ago. 

“And for what?” Sokka questioned. The warrior was now sitting cross-legged, petting Momo in his lap. “We can’t even find the Northern Water Tribe. We spent so long trying to make sure it’d be a straight shot, and now look! There’s nothing up here.”

He does have a point Aang thought with a sulk. Katara was defeated as well, hiding her mouth between her boobs as she reflected. The sound of ice cracking all around them almost went unnoticed. 

That’s moving towards us! Katara realised, sitting up quickly. A massive spike of ice erupted from the calm waters, reaching up like a hand towards Appa. The Sky Bison tried to climb, but the days of near constant flying had taken their toll. He was slow. Aang pulled hard on his reins, banking Appa to the right, then to the left to avoid a natural ice cap. A second pillar leapt up at them. Aang pulled again, but Appa was spent. The ice grabbed the paw of his right middle leg. It yanked hard, nearly pulling the whole appendage out of its socket. Appa let out a mighty roar as his entire form spun. Aang grabbed the reins, lifting off Appa’s head. Sokka and Katara leapt up to grab the holes in the saddle. All three screamed as Appa spun around rapidly, splashing down into the water. More ice came spraying across the surface, encasing the beast and locking him into the ocean.

Katara and Sokka recovered, shaking their heads to try to get rid of the whiplash. Aang was hanging over the edge of Appa, hanging on desperately to the reins. With a kick of air, he returned to his friend’s head, looking around in confusion. 

Long flat grey boats decorated in familiar blue markings emerged from behind the ice caps. Dozens of men in familiar parkas of familiar shades of blues and purples emerged, approaching the frozen beast. Katara’s face lit up, a smile on her lips. Sokka was reaching for his club, prepared for a fight. Katara put her hand out, trying to calm her brother.

“They’re waterbenders!” She exclaimed. “We found the Water Tribe!”

“Who are you?” Called an older man from one of the boats.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe!” Katara exclaimed. “I’m Katara, I’m a waterbender! This is my brother Sokka!”

“I am the Avatar,” Aang declared with an unusual level of confidence and command in his voice. “I have come seeking a waterbending master.” 

The tribesmen began to whisper amongst themselves. The old man scratched his bearded chin. “We had heard from some traders that the Avatar was making his way north. You came all the way from the south? Why not seek a master there?”

“The Southern Water Tribe is all but destroyed!” Sokka shouted angrily. “It was wiped out by Fire Nation raids over the last hundred years. Only a few, isolated pockets remain.”

“I see, I am sorry, we were unaware of the duress our sister tribe was under,” the man shook his head. He reached up a closed fist and opened it. The ice around Appa melted. “Please, allow us to escort you to the Northern Water Tribe.”

He nodded to some of the men on his boat. “Follow us.”

A few men in the back began to bend, pushing their boats through the water. Appa followed, swimming rather than flying. It was less than an hour more before they reached their destination.

A massive ice cap that took up the entire horizon. Dug into it was a massive fortress of ice and snow, carved out with exquisite detail. The crest of the tribe was upon a massive wall that stretched from either side of the ice wall. Sentry towers dotted the wall, covered in warriors sporting familiar face paints. 

“There it is!” Aang exclaimed in excitement. 

“The Northern Water Tribe,” Katara said in amazement.

“We’re finally here,” Sokka added in disbelief. 

The boats slowed as they approached the flat white wall of the tribe. A group of men on one boat moved together, pulling it along with their bending. With a swift motion, a crescent shape opened in the wall, disappearing into the water, which was not disturbed by the motion.

These guys really are masters Aang thought to himself. The old man gestured for the trio to enter.

Aang gave a light whip to the reins, encouraging Appa on. They passed through the long ice tunnel, admiring the sheer size of it.

They just bent a few tons of ice! Katara thought, completely stunned. On the other side of the tunnel, they were in a square box, filled with water. The wall behind them closed as easily as it had opened. Above on the walls, more benders worked together. The trio began to rise as the box filled with water, parts of the wall giving way to allow the basin to fill. As they rose, another set of benders on the wall directly opposite them worked together, dropping the water entirely. 

“I can’t believe how many waterbenders live up here,” Katara said in amazement. 

“We’ll find a master to teach us, no problem!” Aang said, gawking at the benders’ prowess. The wall opposite them sank into the water, with a few snow slabs staying above to give the benders somewhere to stand. Appa pushed off, swimming down the canal and into the city proper. 

“Follow us!” Called some benders on a smaller ferry nearby. “We’ll bring you to Chief Arnook.”

Aang, Katara, and even Sokka only barely registered the request, staring in awe at the endless fields of white, dotted by so much blue, so much life. Even some livestock was walking in the snow, pulling supplies on sledges. Before them was a gorgeous snow fortress, climbing up towards the top of the ice cap. As they entered the city, dozens of citizens came to watch the massive beast floating by in the canals. The news of their arrival was spreading fast, it seemed. Citizens were cheering and waving at the group, excited by their arrival. Aang began to wave back, glee in his heart. 

As they sailed on, they passed a small raft carrying but two occupants. The first was the bender pilot, moving them along at a slow but pleasant speed. The second was a woman who caught Sokka’s eye. Gorgeous white hair done in two long braids and a back part that almost resembled a cock that seemed to shine in the bright northern sun, making the contrast against her mocha skin all the more prominent. Her body was hidden under a royal purple parka, hands tucked into the sleeves. Her chest was clearly nothing impressive, so hidden behind the thick parka, one could have mistaken her for a man. But Sokka saw something else. A massive ass, pressed skin tight against her breeches, causing the parka to flair out, only further accentuating how big her bottom half was. Along with her massive hips and thick thighs, Sokka was enraptured. He leapt over the saddle, sliding down Appa’s tail to gawk as she sailed away. 

“This place is beautiful,” Katara commented.

“Yeah, she is,” Sokka replied, blushing as his cock battered against his breeches. 

Lieutenant Jee strummed on his pipa, his fingers effortlessly dancing across the strings. The Sergeant of the nonbender soldiers on the ship, Sargent Shozu, kept a steady, slow beat upon his djembe, all accompanied by another nonbender soldier, Shaoko, on his zhong. The Cook, Jeko, moved about in a slow dance with the Engineer Jimo, the lovers in a tight embrace. 

General Iroh serenaded the entire group with a deep voice as he sang. 

“Winter, Spring~

Summer and Fall~

Winter, Spring~

Summer and Fall~

Four Seasons~

Four Loves~

Four Seasons~

For Love~

A motion behind them brought Iroh’s attention around. Two firebenders and Zhao were on their deck.

“Harder! Harder!” Eeko shrieked. The entire bed frame was shaking and creaking as the fat-titted firebender was pounded deeper and deeper into Prince Zuko’s mattress. The Fire Nation prince had one hand around her neck, and the other was holding both her hands above her head, keeping her pinned down. Her legs were wrapped around the prince’s muscular form. His teeth were gritted as he rutted into her without remorse. His cum-stuffed ball slapped hard against her athletic thighs. Her massive chest, covered in bite marks and bruises, bounced wildly as her entire form shook to keep up with Zuko’s rough fucking. His cock plunged deep into her pussy, battering her womb with his massive cock head.

“Oh fuck you’re so deep!” Eeko moaned. “Keep raping my womb! Stuff me with your cum!” 

“Quiet!” Zuko grunted.

“Yes, Sir,” Eeko bit her lip, melting at Zuko’s aggression. Her legs clenched tighter around Zuko’s back, pushing him further inside her.

“So fucking tight,” Zuko grunted, fighting through an orgasm. “I’m gonna bloat your womb with my cum!”

“Yes, please,” Eeko moaned. “Rape my fucking womb with your cum, my Prince!” 

“I said quiet,” Zuko cried, slapping Eeko across the face. 

Eeko moaned, biting her lip as a look of pure lust came into her eyes. “Harder.”

Zuko hit her face again, making Eeko moan. Her cunt clenched tight around Zuko’s cock, threatening to crush his fat meat pole. He dug his thumb into her mouth, making the Firebender slut suck on it. 

“You don’t command your superior,” He growled. “Got it?”

Eeko moaned and nodded, never letting her eyes leave Zuko. He withdrew his thumb, coated in her spit. 

“Yes,” She moaned.

“Yes, what?” Zuko grunted as he hilted himself inside her.

“Yes, sir!” She moaned, throwing her head back. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” 

Her cunt clenched again, and Zuko felt his pelvis soaked as a gushing torrent of squirt erupted from Eeko’s twat, completely soaking the bed they were in. 

Zuko powered through, fighting back his orgasm as he continued to slam fuck Eeko’s womb.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Eeko moaned. “You’ve been so aggressive since you met the bounty hunter lady.”

“I said quiet!” Zuko barked.

“She awakened something in you, and I love it,” Eeko moaned. 

Zuko’s hand covered her mouth. “I don’t care what you love, you’re a sex sleeve, got it?”

Eeko moaned, nodding quickly against Zuko’s hand. Zuko grunted, removing his hand from her mouth. His orgasm was building; this time, he couldn’t stop it. He hilted himself to the base inside Eeko again. His nuts contracted, with a lustful growl, he grabbed Eeko’s throat, squeezing on either side to cut off her air. A stuttered gasp escaped Eeko’s lips. A moment later, her eyes were coated in lust as she felt Zuko’s cum erupt into her womb, painting her insides completely white. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the lack of air only elevating her pleasure as her stomach began to bloat from the gallons of backed-up ball batter Zuko was dumping into her. Zuko gripped harder, his entire body shuddering as his nuts dumped everything they had into his toy. Eeko’s legs went slack, dropping into the soaked mattress. 

After a moment, Zuko released Eeko, backing off from her, his now flaccid cock withdrawing from her womb, hanging between his legs. A small spray of the excess cum jetted from Eeko’s cunt. The firebender was panting wildly, trying to catch breath. Both were coated in sweat. Zuko stood for a moment, basking in the afterglow. 

The door to his quarters opened, and Iroh peeked inside, completely unbothered by the sight.

“For the last time,” Zuko said. “I’m not playing the tsungi horn.”

“I will,” Eeko panted. “Just … let me catch … my breath.”

“No,” Iroh shook his head. “It’s about our plans. There is a bit of a problem.”

Iroh entered the room proper. Through the door behind him emerged Admiral Zhao, turning to face the nude prince. “I’m taking your crew,” He stated. 

“What?!” Zuko exclaimed.

“What?!” Eeko shrieked, sitting up on the bed.

“I’ve recruited them for a little expedition to the North Pole,” Zhao explained with a smug grin, his hands tucked behind his back. “Though I shall excuse you, miss, I’d never bring someone burdened with the prince’s spawn into battle.” 

Eeko flared her nose at him, grabbing her cum-stuffed stomach. “It’s just the prince’s seed he enthroned into my womb. I can assure you I am not pregnant.”

“Well, if a load that size can’t get you pregnant, then I suppose that speaks to the prince’s virility,” Zhao mocked.

Zuko growled, leaping to attack the Admiral. Iroh leapt forward, stopping Zuko. “No!” The old general barked. 

Zhao scoffed at Zuko’s display of anger, his eyes looking about the room. Two broadswords sat upon the wall nearby, catching the Admiral’s eye. He moved closer, studying the blades. Smugness turned to pure shock as he eyed the blades.

It can’t be … This traitor … he is Zhao remembered the blades pressed into the Avatar’s throat. Without thinking, he reached forward, retrieving one of the blades.

Shit! Zuko hissed in his mind, spotting what the Admiral was doing. 

“I didn’t know you were skilled with broadswords, Prince Zuko,” Zhao pondered, swinging the blade through the air.

“I’m not,” Zuko replied, looking away from Zhao. “They’re antiques. Just decorative.” 

Zhao turned his attention from Zuko to the blade, running his fingers along the uneven but sharp edge. “Have you heard of the Blue Spirit, General Iroh?”

Zuko’s knuckles tightened, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Eeko tossed a confused glance back and forth between Zuko and Zhao, trying to deduce what was going on.

“Just rumours,” Iroh replied. “I don’t think he is real.” 

“He’s real, alright,” Zhao replied, walking over to Zuko and Iroh, broadsword in hand. “He’s a criminal. And an enemy of the Fire Nation.” He turned the blade over in his hand, presenting the pommel to Zuko. Zuko was frozen, unable to move. Iroh reached up, taking the blade for his nephew. “But I have a feeling justice will catch up with him soon.”

Zhao strolled over to the doorway to Zuko’s room. He paused at the threshold, but did not turn back to the people in the room. “General Iroh, the offer to join my mission still stands. If you change your mind.”

He exited the room, shutting the metal door. 

After introductions were made, Chief Arnook of the Northern Water Tribe arranged for a feast to be held to honour their guests. Inside the palace, after sunset, dozens of the upper echelon of the Northern Water Tribe gathered. Festivities were held throughout the city, and merriment was widespread among the citizens. The Avatar had arrived, looking for a master, a glint of hope against the terrible war they had been learning of through the brave traders that navigated their icy shores. Music filled the Great Hall; they had all been gathered in, a drum beat echoing through the room, drowning out even the sound of the waterfalls pouring in all around. Appa was brought a large plate of greens. When the Sky Bison opened his mouth to consume, the servants who had brought him the meal ran off screaming, terrified of the best. Sokka chuckled in amusement at their misfortune. 

A massive crab-lobster was brought to a hole in the middle of the room. It was filled with boiling water. The beast was dipped inside to cook. As the steam from the boiling crab-lobster meat filled the room, Chief Arnook rose. He was an older man, though his hair had yet to go grey. He was thin, terribly so, arms of skin and bone, gaunt cheeks that highlighted his cheekbones. His hair was braided and well-kept with a thick goatee on his very pronounced chin. He raised his arms to speak, letting the loose sleeves of his parka fall away.

“Tonight,” His voice carried across the hall. “We celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Water Tribe.” He gestured to Katara and Sokka, seated at the end of the table. “And they have brought with them someone very special, someone who many of us believed disappeared from the world. Until now - The Avatar!”

He gestured to Aang, who was meekly waving with a nervous smile. Momo was curled up around his collar, held in his hands. The crowd erupted into cheers for Aang, causing the monk to blush. After the cheering died down, Arnook turned to more properly address the crowd.

“We also celebrate my daughter’s eighteenth birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age!” Arnook stepped back, allowing the Princess to come forth. Sokka’s jaw dropped.

It’s her! He realised, unable to help but stare at the beautiful, white-haired woman he had seen on the canals. 

“Thank you, Father,” Yue said, her voice soft and silky. Sokka’s heart thudded wildly in his chest. The Princess turned to address the crowd. “May the Great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times.”

“Here, here!” Dozens erupted from the crowd, raising their cups.

Arnook smiled at his daughter before turning back to the crowd. “Now Master Pakku and his students will perform!”

The chief gestured across the hall. Aang and Katara followed. Across from them on a platform of ice was an old man. A bald top but long white hair on the sides and back of his head, where a warrior’s wolf tail, like Sokka’s, sat. A thin moustache and goatee combo. He seemed athletic for his age, moving with the two young men behind him as they effortlessly bent gallons upon gallons of water. The three waterbenders in a perfect sink, bending enough water to fill a small pond through the air in amazing displays of shapes. The crowd cheered, as did Katara and Aang, both completely enraptured by the display. 

Princess Yue moved down the line of people, sitting down next to Sokka. The warrior nearly panicked, swallowing the food in his mouth quickly. He wiped some crumbs from his parka, turning to grin at the princess.

“Hi there,” He greeted as smoothly as he could. “Sokka, Southern Water Tribe.”

She bowed to him with a curt smile, “Very nice to meet you.” Her tongue darted from her mouth, licking her lips. Sokka didn’t even notice as the princess almost shamelessly stared at the bulge in Sokka’s breeches. She raised her head, meeting his eyes. Sokka looked away, trying to decide what to say next. The princess did the same, wondering what he was thinking.

“Soooo uhhh,” Sokka turned back, finding he had the princess’s full attention. “You’re a princess, huh?” He gestured widely with his arms. Yue nodded at the question, an amused smile on her lips. “That’s cool. You know, back in my tribe, I’m kind of like a prince myself.”

Katara scoffed behind Sokka, leaning over to butt into the conversation. “Having a harem of whores does not make you a prince,” She said. 

Sokka turned, glaring at his sister. “Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation here,” He said in an annoyed tone, gesturing back to the princess. 

“My apologies, Prince Sokka,” Katara teased, giving a mock bow. Sokka rolled his eyes, leaning back over to Yue. Somehow, he had not registered that the chief’s daughter could hear his conversation with his sister, turning to find the Princess looking quite interested in what had just occurred.

“So it looks like I’m gonna be in town for a while,” Sokka said. “I’m thinking maybe we could do … any activity together?”

“An activity? Like what you do with your harem?” Yue questioned, raising an eyebrow, a cunning smirk on her lips.

You’re blowing it! Sokka screamed at himself. He blushed, turning away from the princess and stuffing his face, trying to pretend the conversation hadn’t happened.

The Princess chuckled, smiling at him Fuck he’s so big!

“Very smooth,” Katara mocked, leaning over with an amused grin. 

Chief Arnook and Aang made their way across the festivities as the floor filled with couples dancing. On the performance stage, the old master awaited them. Arnook stepped aside, letting Aang get a good look at the man.

“Master Pakku, meet your new student - The Avatar!” Arnook said with a smile, gesturing to Aang. The monk bowed, clasping his hands together. He looked up to find the unimpressed look of Pakku gazing at him.

“Just because you’re destined to save the world, don’t expect any special treatment,” the old man said sternly. 

Aang looked over to where Katara and Sokka were sitting, contemplating what to say. He turned back to Pakku with a smile. “My friend and I can’t wait to start training with you. After we relax for a couple days.”

Pakku sneered. “If you want to relax, then I suggest visiting a tropical island.” He turned to the table, observing Sokka and Katara. “If not, I’ll see you both at sunrise. Good night.”

Without another word, the waterbending master turned, leaving the platform and heading for the exit. Aang glanced at Chief Arnook, who simply shrugged.

Is every Old Master a hard ass? Aang wondered, thinking back to Jeong Jeong.

The early morning sunlight crept into the apartment that Aang, Katara, and Sokka had been given by Chief Arnook. Their lavish beds were packed with layers of thick blankets to keep the occupants warm in the cold night. They had all slept straight through the night, not even partaking in their almost ritualistic pre-sleep threesome that had become so ingrained in their schedule. 

Of course, this simply meant that when they awoke, Katara sprang into action. Sokka awoke to the feeling of something wet and warm around his morning wood. A vice-like grip on his cock. His eyes fluttered open to find his sister, completely nude with her hair down, riding his massive shaft. Her flat stomach bulged, compensating for his member inside her.

“Damn, you’re up early,” Sokka commented.

“Aang said that the Waterbending Master ~uhmph~ wants us there at sunrise,” Katara explained, running a hand through her hair. “And I wanted to drain your balls before that since I didn’t last night!” 

Katara slammed her body down, hilting Sokka’s cock inside her tight twat. “FUCK!” She screamed, her hands clutching at the bulge in her body that went up to her ribs. Sokka’s hands went out, gripping his sister’s round, soft hips, holding her in place. He began to thrust up hard into her cunt, pounding and pistoning into her without mercy.

“Y’know, I really didn’t need what you said at the picnic last night,” Sokka grunted. “I’d almost think you were sabotaging my chances with the princess.”

“OHHH, FUCK, HARDER!” Katara shrieked. “I wasn’t, it was just a light ribbing. Allll … although, m-maybe I was a bit wo-wor-worried, FUCK, worried you’d sneak off with her and I’d only g-g-get one cock!” 

Katara’s eyes snapped shut, her body shuddering as she was rocked with an orgasm. Her cunt sprayed a torrent of squirt onto Sokka, leaving his crotch in a small puddle of his sister’s juices. The wet slapping sounds drew a yawning Aang into the room.

“You guys started without me?” Aang asked, his morning wood tenting hard in his breeches, the only thing he had on.

“Y-yeah, I couldn’t resist, your balls must be sooo full!” Katara moaned. “C’mon, Aang, my ass is open!” 

“I got a better idea,” Aang smirked. He crawled up onto the bed, freeing his erection. Katara raised an eyebrow, confused at what Aang was thinking. The Avatar’s hands went up, grabbing the bimbo’s shoulders. She was pulled backwards. Katara was bent backwards completely, staring at Aang’s cock completely upside down. Her spine was arched into a C-shape, her bones cracking at the deep bend they were doing. Katara opened her mouth, her tongue now running along the top of Aang’s shaft as the Avatar plunged his cock deep into the Water Tribe slut’s throat. His full nut sack surged forward with his shaft. As he hilted himself inside her throat, Aang’s full, heavy balls collided with Katara’s eyes, blocking her vision. 

Sokka paid this new position little mind, continuing to drill hard into Katara’s pussy, slamming his cock head into her womb. Blood began to rush to Katara’s head as her throat expertly worked around Aang’s cock. The Avatar was equally as relentless as her brother, treating her throat like her pussy as he slammed his cock all the way down. The new angle allowed Aang to slide his cock straight into her stomach with ease. Katara moaned, spluttering pre-cum and spittle. It bubbled around her lips, running down her face to coat the area around her eyes and nose. She bent completely backwards, the back of her head brushing against her own massive ass. 

“Take it, you fucking slut!” Sokka grunted. “I’m gonna dump everything I got into your womb! Don’t you want that from the Harem Master?”

Katara moaned in approval of Sokka’s threat.

“Harem Master?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sokka replied, hilting his cock inside Katara’s tight cunt. 

Aang shrugged, returning the rhythmic hard thrusts into Katara’s throat. His hand went out, gripping her stretched mocha throat, gripping it tight. Aang began to move his hand up and down her throat, jerking off himself through Katara’s neck. Aang grunted, feeling his overstuffed balls were already close. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Aang grunted.

“Already?” Sokka grunted. “I get it, her throat is something else.” 

Katara moaned, the blood in her head sending her mind swimming as her appendages went limp.

“I’m gonna flood your fucking womb,” Sokka grunted. “I’m gonna cum too. C’mon, Aang, let’s wake Katara up properly!”

Both men hilted deep into Katara. Katara screamed around Aang’s cock. The nut sack resting on her eyes contracted. She could feel the cum surging down Aang’s cock, expanding even more in her throat. Her cunt felt stretched even more as well. A moment later, two cock heads erupted, spraying near endless amounts of testicle tar inside her. She moaned the entire way through, her cunt clenched tight around Sokka’s cock, refusing to let him pull out. Her naked form began to bloat from the cum inside her. 

Sokka and Aang gritted their teeth, basking in the endless rippling pleasure of their orgasms. Sokka’s fingers dug deep into Katara’s skin, threatening to leave bruises. Aang’s orgasm began to die down, the torrent turning to a trickle as the last of his nut dripped into Katara’s stomach. He pulled his deflating member from her mouth. 

The Water Tribe bimbo gasped, gulping down air. Aang released her shoulders, and the Waterbender unfolded, bringing her busty body up and over like a spring. Her tits landed on Sokka’s chest, who was still busy dumping cum into his sister’s womb. 

“SO MUCH CUM!” Katara moaned like a whore directly in his face. “So much cum for me!” She embraced Sokka with an open-mouth kiss. Her own was quick to surrender, letting Sokka’s tongue violate her mouth whilst his cock violated her pussy. The warrior’s own orgasm finally died down as he gripped the sheets. His softening cock head was pushed from Katara’s womb, slithering out of her twat.

Katara pulled back, panting wildly. As was Sokka, both were nearly drained from the encounter. Aang was sitting nearby, also out of breath. 

“Fuck,” Katara panted. “Maybe we should skip the night sex if your balls are gonna be this full every morning.”

“You might want to do something about that,” Aang suggested. “I doubt Master Pakku will be okay with you sloshing around all morning. He seems like a hardass.”

Katara leapt off her brother, her cum stuffed body sloshing as she walked, making any subtle movement a lewd display from her massive ass, perky tits, and giant belly. 

“I’ve been practising that, actually,” Katara said. 

“When?” Sokka questioned.

Katara spread her legs into a horse stance. She brought her hands up, with a flick, her stomach stopped moving. One hand went down, the other went up. Katara’s head fell backwards, her mouth open. A second later, two massive streams of thick white spunk emerged - one from Katara’s twat and another from her throat. Her fingers deftly worked the two streams, looking to be on the verge of collapse.

Careful Katara thought to herself Careful

She began to channel the streams into a nearby vase, which she had dragged into the room for this very purpose. It was a massive gourd, but still filled rapidly with the dozen or so gallons of ball soup that Katara was extracting from herself. Still, the Bimbo managed to get it all into the pot. She panted wildly, even more exhausted than she had been from the fucking.

“There, thin as a twig,” Katara smirked. 

Aang nodded. “Impressive, but what are you gonna do with the cum?”

“It’s dinner,” Katara smirked. “Now c’mon, let’s get dressed, I don’t want to be late.”

The sharp smack to the princess’s ass woke the girl up. “Ow!” She exclaimed, finding the palm more painful than pleasurable.

“Mornin’ Yue,” Hahn greeted with a smirk. The nude princess rolled over in the thick sheets of her bed. She looked up at her lover. The Water Tribe warrior was thin and muscular, with surprisingly pale skin for their tribe. His jawline was impressive and clean-shaven. His brown hair was kept clean and short, sporting the traditional wolf tail. 

The princess shook her head. The nude man turned to her, presenting his dick. It was roughly the length of the princess’s own hand, and terribly thin. She frowned at the sight of it.

“This marriage is the best, huh?” Hahn smirked. “Not only are you the Princess, but you’ve got the fattest ass in the whole tribe! And of course, you get a huge cock every day and night. Lucky us, right?”

“Yes, lucky you …” Yue’s voice trailed off under her breath, letting out a sigh, “Hahn, we’ve only just become engaged, we’re not married yet.”

“I know, I know, but I figure - gotta get used to saying it now, right?” Hahn chuckled. He reached down, stroking his cock, “Want some morning sex?”

Not with that thing Yue thought in disgust. 

“Sure,” she said, rolling over. She spread her legs, presenting her pristine cunt.

“Awh, c’mon, babe, with all that ass, I figured you’d be a back door whore,” Hahn said, scrambling up onto the bed.

“My ass is for spanking, not fucking,” Yue replied. Besides, would that thing even reach it?

Hahn rolled his eyes. “For now.”

“Forever!” The princes protested. The warrior ignored her, getting into position. Hahn’s dick pressed against Yue’s somewhat dry lips. Hahn spat on his cock, rubbing around the impromptu lube. With a quick thrust, he entered her. Yue’s body barely reacted. The princess’s gaze rolled off to the art on the wall. Her form shook slightly as Hahn put all his effort into every thrust, grunting and groaning with great effort as he hilted himself inside her. 

Is he even in? She thought That thing is just so repulsive!

“Take it, you slut!” Hahn grunted, gritting his teeth as he fought back his orgasm. His hands gripped hard into her fleshy thighs, pulling her legs up as he fucked her pussy. 

Yue’s mind wandered back to the night before. 

Why did Father announce I was of marrying age? He had already arranged for Hahn’s family to propose. Maybe he wants it to look like love? I wonder what that looks like.

“I’m cumming!” Hahn exclaimed. He pulled out, jerking himself hard to the finish. A few sprays of watery cum splattered across Yue’s stomach, once again barely even noticed by the princess. The warrior panted wildly, sweat covering his form. Yue’s attention turned back to Hahn, watching his dick shrink as his erection faltered.

Gross, it gets smaller? She sneered at it. Hahn’s head picked up, looking at Yue. The princess changed her face to a fake smile.

“Felt great!” She smiled.

“Of course it did,” Hahn chuckled arrogantly. He crawled off the bed, searching for his clothes. 

“I’ve got to go run some drills with the recruits, but I’ll swing by at lunch if you can walk by then,” Hahn chuckled. 

Yue leapt up out of bed, effortlessly walking across the room to one of her towels. She picked it up, scraping the baby batter off her stomach. Hahn chuckled.

“Endurance, I love it,” he smirked. “I’ll tire you out soon, though.”

With that, he dressed and left.

Katara, Aang and Sokka dress properly, departing their abode.

“Well, me and Aang are off to our first class, Sokka!” Katara cheered, brimming with excitement. “Good luck finding that dream girl of yours.”

Sokka stood with his back to Aang and Katara, staring out into the city. He smirked at his sister’s taunts. “Laugh all you want, Katara!” He declared, pointing out into the snow-city. “I know there’s a girl here at the North Pole who’s just been waiting for me all this time!”

“That princess?” Katara asked. “Good luck with that one.”

Before Sokka could say anything, Katara and Aang departed. They practically ran through the city to the location that Arnook had given Aang at the feast.

“I’ve waited for this day my whole life,” Katara said, unable to keep the smile from her face. She was in her parka, her massive bust threatening to break through. “Even more than losing my virginity! I finally get to learn from a real waterbending master!” 

They ascended a long flight of steps. At the top, they found Master Pakku, his back turned to them, practising some warm-up movements. 

“Good morning, Master Pakku!” Aang cheered loudly, causing the man to lose focus and drop the water. 

“No, please, march right in,” the old man grunted. “I’m not concentrating on anything.”

Aang suddenly felt bashful, blushing in embarrassment. “Uhhh, this is my friend Katara,” He said, trying to change the subject. “The one I told you about.”

Katara bowed respectfully, smiling at the man. Pakku turned, looking at the duo. His face soured in annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” he began. His arms went up through the air, bending up some of the snow, which hardened into a seat of ice, allowing the man to sit. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. You didn’t tell me your friend was a girl.”

Katara and Aang shared a confused glance. “In our tribe, it is forbidden for women to learn Waterbending,” Pakku declared. 

Anger replaced confusion on Katara’s face. 

“What do you mean you won’t teach me?!” Katara barked, anger coating every word. Aang reached out to grab her arm, trying to calm the woman. Katara pulled forward, angrily walking towards Pakku. “I didn’t travel across the entire world so you could tell me ‘no’!”

She was mere inches from his face, glaring down at the man.

“No,” Pakku repeated sternly. 

“But there must be other female waterbenders in your tribe,” Katara protested, hands on her curvy hips. 

“Here the women learn from Yagoda to use their Waterbending for healing,” Pakku explained, a cruel grin on his face. “I’m sure she’d be happy to take you as her student. Despite your bad attitude.”

“I don’t want to heal, I want to fight,” Katara protested. “Besides, I already know how to heal.”

Pakku raised an eyebrow. “Impressive, but there is more to the technique than just coating the wound in water. If your form is anything like your mouth, I imagine it’s crude. Our tribe has customs, rules.”

“Well, your rules suck ass,” Katara grunted.

“Yeah, they’re not fair!” Aang moved alongside Katara. “If you won’t teach Katara, then…” His voice faltered, trying to think of a threat.

“Then what?” Pakku scoffed, rising to his feet.

“Then I won’t learn from you!” Aang declared, turning and leaving the way he had come. 

“Well, have fun teaching yourself,” Pakku stated bluntly. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job!” 

“Wait, Aang didn’t mean that,” Katara said, putting her hands up to Pakku. She sprinted after the Monk, catching up to him in only a few quick strides. Her bust nearly exploded from her top, but Katara didn’t care about that at the moment. 

“You can’t risk your training for me,” She said to him, grabbing his shoulder. “You have to learn from Master Pakku. Even if he is a jackass.”

Aang looked at Katara, mulling over her words.

Shit … she’s right the monk nodded to Katara. The waterbender left. Aang turned to Pakku, trying his best to keep the anger off his face. 

“Why don’t we get started then?” Pakku sneered. He lifted a ball of water from the snow, lashing it out quickly and hitting Aang in the face. 

Yue and her two companions, Kohodo and Noh, were wandering the streets of the Northern Water Tribe, looking for some entertainment. Yue was the biggest draw of the three, both of the other women having normal-sized busts, waists, hips, and butts. Kohodo sported short brown hair, making her look like a man under her parka. Noh had longer brown hair, pulled into a boring ponytail. Yue seemed completely uninterested in the conversation happening behind her until it turned to Yue’s eventful night.

“So what’s it like being engaged to Hahn, Yue?” Kohodo asked in a high-pitched voice. “I bet you guys have been at it like elephant-rabbits, haha.”

Yue let out a sigh, recalling the morning, “Not even,” the princess scoffed. “He talks big, but he’s the exact opposite in the bedroom.” The princess shook her head in frustration. “I wish I could talk my father into marrying me to someone else.”

Noh and Kohodo shared a glance, looking back at the princess.

“Someone bold and not afraid to take charge,” Yue continued, her gaze went up to the sky, fantasising about it. “And I -Hey!”

Yue felt a hand suddenly grope her massive butt against her skin-tight parka. Yue turned around in a fury, raising her hand to attack. Her anger subsided as she realised who was behind her.

The Harem Master she smiled at the man, eyes glancing down to his crotch.

“Sorry, couldn’t help overhear your little boyfriend issue!” Sokka chuckled, winking at Yue. “Too bad the guy doesn’t know what to do with all of that ass!”

“How dare you speak to the princess like that!” Noh hissed. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Sokka’s the name,” Sokka continued, smirking at the two girls behind Yue.

Noh gasped, covering her mouth.

“That’s the Princess you’re talking to, how rude!” Kohodo gasped.

Yue put her hand up, smirking at Sokka. “It’s fine, girls … so, Sokka’s your name?” 

Th-that actually worked? Sokka was stunned into silence for a moment Suki would have torn my arm off!

“Yeah, Sokka, Southern Water Tribe, we met at the picnic your dad threw last night,” Sokka replied, his confidence at an all-time high.

“Well, I do believe your sister had another name for you,” Yue noted. “Harem Master, wasn’t it?”

“Uhhh, yeah, but that’s … that’s nothing,” Sokka chuckled, rubbing his hand behind his head.

“Oh? That’s a shame, I was hoping to join this Harem of yours,” Yue smiled.

“Y-you are?” Sokka asked, eyes wide in shock.

“Princess, you’re engaged!” Noh exclaimed.

“Great point,” Yue replied sarcastically, turning to her companions. “Kohodo, I’ll be taking Sokka back to your place. We’re not to be disturbed.”

“Princess!” Kohodo gasped.

“If you two comply, you can have a turn with him later. I am sure he’d like more members of his harem,” Yue said. Her hand went to Sokka’s crotch. The warrior yelped as her soft hands gripped his hardening member through his breeches. “I mean, just look at this thing, it wasn’t made to fuck only one woman.”

Yue turned from her companions, wrapping her hand around Sokka’s arm. “C’mon, handsome.” Sokka offered little protest, being dragged off around the corner by the Princess, leaving her two companions in shock.

The Princess led Sokka to a one-story abode. It did not have a door, but an interior wall shielded the bedroom area from the outside. They had barely rounded the corner before Yue placed her soft lips upon Sokka’s, her tongue burrowing its way into Sokka’s mouth. The warrior’s hand instinctively wrapped around Yue, one hand spanking her ass hard. His mouth yielded to hers, their tongues wrestling each other as their hands explored each other. Yue pulled back, a line of drool connecting them. Her lip was quivering in excitement, eyes alight with passion.

“T-take this off,” She stuttered out the order, practically shaking in anticipation as her hands patted his parka. Sokka was quick about it, stripping the massive fur and gloves, leaving him in his tunic. Yue’s hand ran down his blue top, feeling his tight muscles below. Her hand traced down to his crotch, a bated breath on her lips, biting into her teeth. One hand went up to her mouth, biting her nail,

“It looks so … big,” She moaned. Her hand on his crotch lifted, tracing the outline of the massive dick in his breeches.

“I get that a lot,” Sokka smirked. “You wanna see it?”

Yue began nodding her head rapidly, “Please.” 

Sokka smirked to himself. She’s putty in my hand

“On your knees,” He ordered, his hands going to his breeches. “And take your clothes off.”

Yue did as she was ordered, sinking to the floor. Her hands came up, nearly ripping the parka as she ripped off. Her thin form was covered by a skin-tight purple tunic. Tufts of thick white fur outline the shoulders and the crease that ran from her neck down to the waistline of the top. Purple-blue arms guards and a sash around her insanely thin waist. Her hands went to the sash, undoing her top and letting it fall open, exposing her meagre breasts, mere little buds compared to Katara’s own unending sea of tits. 

First Water Tribe girl who isn’t my sister I’ve fucked in over a month Sokka realised. He pulled his pants down, exposing his member. Yue gasped, her eyes completely transfixed on the massive shaft as it bounced through the air. The musk of Sokka’s dick hit her nose, making the Princess purr in anticipation. Her arms came up, wrapping around the thick member. Her tongue leapt from her mouth, licking and lapping at the skin. It came to rest on her exposed shoulder, the fat cock head leaking huge drops of pre-cum down onto her ass. 

“It’s so fat!” Yue moaned. “It looks even bigger now!” 

“You really like big dicks, huh?” Sokka asked.

“Yes!” Yue moaned. “They’re the only kind that satisfy! Now erase the memory of my rat-shrimp-dicked fiancé from my cunt! I don’t want that pathetic little thing to touch my insides tonight!” 

She rolled over, pressing her massive ass into the mattress. She spread her thick legs, exposing her soaking wet cunt. Sokka growled wolfishly as he sank to his knees, taking his massive dick in both hands. He levied his fat cock head against her cunt. Her lower lips kissed his dick head, making the princess squirm in anticipation. 

“In!” Yue moaned. “In! Please! Please!” 

Sokka thrust forward. His cock head slipped inside Yue’s weeping twat with ease, causing the princess to squirm and squeal, her whole body shaking.

“Yes, oh, it’s so fucking big~!” She moaned, throwing her head back. “It’s so deep inside me!” 

“Deeper than that fiancé?” Sokka teased as he pistoned his massive member in and out of her cunt.

“Sooo much deeper, you’re … oh … fuck … fuck …” She panted, moaning lewdly. “You’re … you’re penetrating my womb!”

Yue’s eyes sprang open in shock as Sokka thrust hard into her, effortlessly pressing into her deepest cavern. Her entire body writhed with pleasure.

“You’re deeper inside me with just your cock than I’m ever gonna let his sperm,” Yue moaned. 

“Your cunt is like a vise on my cock,” Sokka grunted. “He really didn’t stretch you out this morning.”

“Not at all,” Yue moaned. “Fuck, I need a fat cock like this reshaping my guts every day!” 

“I’m not even halfway done with you yet. By the time I’m done, your little fiancé won’t be able to make a memorable impression on your pussy, your throat, or your ass,” Sokka grunted, thrusting hard into her. 

“Oh fuck, so deep,” She moaned. “Mmmmm. M-maybe I will let you fuck m-my ass. If you’re this good here!”

“Not a fan of anal, princess?” Sokka smirked.

“No, my ass i-isfor spanking ~uhmph~” she moaned.

“Well, if you want me to cum inside you, you’re gonna need to promise I can fuck your ass,” Sokka growled, digging his hands into her hips, pulling at her skin.

“N-no fair, you’re, oh fuck, trying to b-black … ~uhmph~ bl-blackmail the princess like that?” She squirmed, convulsing as her pussy spasmed with an orgasm. “I’m cumming!” 

“Damn right you are,” Sokka grunted. “Now if you want me to flood this pussy with so much cum that your fiancé can’t ever dream of knocking you up, you’ll tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass.”

To accentuate his point, Sokka rutted hard into Yue, hilting his entire cock inside her.

“Oh shit!” Yue exclaimed, her arms went up, fingers digging into Sokka’s back, scratching at his skin. She pulled him in close. Sokka smirked to himself, lowering his mouth to her ear.

“That’s every inch of my cock inside you,” he whispered.

Yue let out a moan at the words.

“How does it feel?” Sokka asked.

“Don’t ever pull out,” Yue replied, her eyes rolling into her head. “Don’t. Don’t you dare! Not one inch! Please, my pussy can’t take the trauma of knowing that small dick again!” 

“Then say what I want to hear,” Sokka growled wolfishly. 

“Y-you can fuck my ass,” Yue moaned, gritting her teeth.

Sokka began to pull out slowly, letting the Princess feel every inch leaving her cunt.

“No, stop! Stop, stop, stop! Stop!” Yue shrieked. “I said you can fuck my ass!”

“You did,” Sokka replied. “But I said you need to say you want me to fuck your ass. So let’s try this again.” He thrust hard back into her, burying his dick to the hilt again. 

“M-my ass?” Yue asked.

“Yes,” Sokka replied, once again beginning to pull his dick out. 

“I …” Yue began to pant.

I couldn’t! Everyone says it hurts with normal dicks! This monster cock would destroy me! But I don’t … he’s gonna pull out! He’s not gonna cum inside me! Yue squirmed. She looked down and passed her chest, watching as inch after inch of cock withdrew, coated in her juices.

Her hands grasped Sokka’s face, and their eyes met. For a moment, the entire world around them melted away. Sokka was stunned into silence, losing himself in a bright blue sea of her beautiful eyes.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” Yue said softly, not a hint of reluctance. In fact, every word was coated with a warm embrace. Sokka swallowed, taken aback and blushing at the request. Yue was blushing at her own words too, almost unsure that she had spoken them. 

After a moment, Yue released Sokka’s face, letting the world return to them. Sokka felt his nut contracting, screaming to finish. With a final hard thrust into Yue Sokka, he gritted his teeth.

“Yes! Stuff my womb!” Yue moaned as she felt Sokka’s cock head erupt inside her. “You cum so much more than he does!” 

He was a bit drained, having already dumped a few gallons into his sister earlier in the morning, but Sokka managed to leave a small bulge in Yue’s stomach. Unfortunately, that was the last of his cum. His flaccid cock was ejected from Yue’s cunt a second later. The warrior wiped the sweat from his brow, panting in satisfaction.

“I’ve … never been fucked like that,” Yue panted, sitting up. 

“I aim to please, Princess,” Sokka chuckled.

“Do you treat all the girls in your harem like this?” Yue smiled at him.

“Only the pretty ones,” Sokka replied, smirking at her. She looked at his dick, hanging between his legs.

“You’re still bigger than him when you’re soft, that’s so hot,” she moaned. She leaned forward, planting a kiss on his soft member. 

“Sorry, I’m a little drained, otherwise I’d be following up on that promise,” Sokka chuckled.

“Well, in that case, I’m glad,” Yue replied with a smile. “I’ve never done anal before.”

“First time for everything,” Sokka replied.

Yue smiled at him. “If it’s anything like that, I think I’ll enjoy it.” 

She began to redress, “I must go intercept my friends before they tell anyone what we did, but…” she rolled over, giving Sokka a glimpse of her massive ass. She peered around the wall.

“Meet me on that bridge tonight,” She said, pointing out into the canal. Sokka leaned around the corner, looking. “That bridge? Isn’t that a little … public?”

“Yup,” Yue smirked. “The thrill will be in whether or not we get caught. And wouldn’t you want the guards to see you with your cock in the princess’s mouth?”

“That does sound appealing,” Sokka replied. 

Yue stood, dressing quickly. She planted a kiss on his cheek. “See you tonight, Sokka, my Harem Master.” 

Sokka traced his cheek where she had kissed. 

“Princess,” He smiled. 

“I’m very impressed,” Zhao said as he looked the men he was negotiating with up and down. “You all seem highly qualified for the mission I have in mind.”

Inside the familiar white tent, Admiral Zhao sat at his desk. A Box filled with gold coins was between him and the band of pirates who previously owned a certain waterbending scroll. Zhao had learned of them from Zuko’s former crew, whom he had interviewed before fully departing Zuko’s ship. It had only further confirmed Zhao’s suspicions. Zuko’s partner, a Firebender named Eeko, had proven fiercely loyal, as had the lieutenant of her platoon, and a handful of others. But the rest had provided enough for Zhao to know what to do. 

Officially, these pirates were not here. Zhao had made sure to send only his most trusted men to go find the pirates and invite them to the camp.

The captain of the pirates dragged the small chest over to them, popping it open. Oh grabbed a coin, biting into it.

“That’s some tasty gold,” the barker quipped. The pirate captain snatched the coin, replacing it in the chest. His iguana-parrot squawked as he shoved the chest to the side.

“What do you need us to do?” The pirate captain asked. 

“I believe you’re acquainted with Prince Zuko,” Zhao replied. 

The pirate captain smirked.

This is such Bull-Horseshit Katara swore in her mind as she wandered towards Yagoda’s healing hut. It was, like everything else in the Capital Agna Qel’a, made of snow. Katara wandered inside, still grunting to herself in annoyance at the treatment she had been given by Pakku.

Inside was a dark room, devoid of any furniture. There was a small pool of water on the floor, with a snow slab in the middle. A strange mannequin of a male body (though not anatomically correct) lay in the middle of the room, covered in grooved vein-like lines up and down the entire thing. An older woman was kneeling in front of it.

“Um, hi,” Katara greeted with a wave. “Are you Yagoda?”

“Are you here for the healing lesson?” Yagoda greeted with a warm smile. Katara looked around the room, realising she was the oldest one at the lesson by at least ten years. 

This is humiliating Katara thought to herself, feeling more defeated than ever. 

“I guess I am,” She said solemnly, moving into the room.

“Welcome! Welcome!” Yagoda greeted her. 

A hard day. No breaks. Aang was growing frustrated. He had demonstrated enough to Pakku that the Master had skipped over most of the basics. But now they had spent over two hours on a single technique that Pakku had labelled simply intermediate. Aang went through the motions, recalling each one perfectly. Still, his master demanded he drill again.

“You’re moving the water around,” Pakku noted as he stirred a warm cup of noodles. “But you’re not feeling the push and pull.”

“I’m trying,” Aang replied, grunting angrily through gritted teeth. 

Pakku raised the cup to his lips, slurping up the noodles and tentacles. “Perhaps that move is too advanced for you. Why don’t you try an easier one?”

Aang splashed the water on the ground angrily.

An easier one?! He hissed in his mind, letting out a groan of frustration.

Just before sundown, the lessons were ending. The little girls scampered off, heading back home. Katara stayed for a bit, helping Yagoda clean up, not that there was much mess. 

“Thanks for the lesson,” Katara said to the old woman, feeling a bit better than she had in the morning.

At least I learned something, I suppose She thought to herself. 

“So, who’s the lucky boy? Or girl?” Yagoda asked with a bright smile. 

Katara raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Huh?”

“Your betrothal necklace,” Yagoda replied, pointing at Katara’s neck.

Betrothal … necklace? Katara was stunned by the words, staying silent for a moment. 

“You’re getting married, right?” Yagoda asked.

Katara pulled at the hood of her Parka, feeling the necklace upon her throat. 

“Oh, no, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” Katara replied. “My grandmother gave my mother this necklace, and my mother passed it down to me.”

Yagoda leaned in, taking a better look at the necklace as Katara showed it to her. Realisation spread across her face.

“I recognise this carving!” She exclaimed. Her eyes went up to Katara, a look of familiarity with what she was seeing. “I don’t know why I didn’t realise sooner. You’re the spitting image of Kanna! Face, body, all of it!” 

Katara retreated from the old woman, putting her hands up. “Wait. How do you know my Gran-Gran’s name?”

“When I was about your age, I was friends with Kanna,” Yagoda replied. “She was born here in the Northern Tribe.”

Katara looked away, trying to process what she had been told. “She never told me.”

“Your Grandmother had an arranged marriage, as so many are, with a young waterbender. He carved that necklace for her,” Yagoda continued. Katara’s attention snapped back around to Yagoda, stunned at these revelations.

“If Gran-Gran was engaged, why did she leave?” Katara asked. 

“I don’t know,” Yagoda shrugged. “That’s always been a mystery to me. She left without saying goodbye.”

“Good luck!” Iroh’s voice boomed from the deck of the ship to the twenty-odd crew members and warriors who were departing. Zhao’s fleets were amassing on the other side of the cape. Eeko, Jee, and the others waved a tearful goodbye before turning to rush after those who had been less caring for goodbyes. 

Iroh made his way up to Zuko’s quarters, finding his nephew sulking. “The crew wanted me to wish you safe travels,” Iroh said.

“To hell with those traitors,” Zuko hissed back. 

Iroh moved further inside the ship. “It’s a lovely night for a walk,” He suggested. “Why don’t you join me? It would clear your head.”

Zuko said nothing, simply rolling over, away from his Uncle.

“Or just stay in your room,” Iroh shrugged, “And sit in the dark. Whatever makes you happy.”

Iroh’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

Zhao knows Zuko thought to himself How could he not? Is he gonna report me? Bring me back to my mother in chains? I’ve got to do something!

Zuko rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

The Avatar is probably at the Northern Water Tribe by now. It could be years before he leaves the prince continued to think That must be the mission Zhao is recruiting for. He has an armada to invade the North pole and now I have nothing.

CREAK

Zuko looked to the door as the sound of metal echoed through the ship.

“Uncle?” He called. In an instant, Zuko was up, across his room and opening the door. “Uncle, is that you?” 

No response. 

Someone’s on the ship Zuko released. He leapt into the hallway, arms up in a defensive stance. He checked behind him quickly, finding the hallway empty. He continued, moving cautiously around every corner as he made his way towards the helm.

I heard something, I know I did Zuko thought as he wandered onto the deck. There was still not a soul aboard. He looked through the windows, trying to see if there was someone on the deck. Still nothing. Something moved in his peripheral vision. He snapped his head around.

A familiar Iguana-parrot sat on the railing.

Shit! Zuko thought in a panic. The beast squawked at him and then flew off. 

A moment later, the entire ship lurched as the sound of an explosion far below Zuko hit his ears. The prince screamed in a panic, feeling the entire tower shaking and creaking. Another explosion, closer than the one before. Then a third, still climbing.

I’m trapped! Zuko panicked. 

The heavy metal door blew off the hinges, followed by a massive torrent of flames. 

Zuko screamed. 

The entire explosion ripped the ship in half, blowing away part of the dock. Uncle Iroh was nearly a mile away on his walk, intending to walk to Zhao’s camp and back. The sound hit his ears, bringing him around. The fire leapt high into the air of the night, lighting up Iroh’s face.

Zuko! Iroh panicked, sprinting back towards the dock.

When he arrived, he found his ship half underwater, sinking into the deep water port. The twisted metal was smouldering and burning. 

Zuko Iroh reached out towards the rubble, a tear running down his face.

Just after sunset, Sokka made his way to the bridge he had been told to meet Yue on. He glanced about nervously, quite afraid that someone would be walking by.

The Princess of the Northern Water Tribe wants to suck my dick on a public bridge Sokka thought to himself as he ascended the spiral staircase that led up to the bridge from the walkways by the water. He moved out on the solid snow arch, finding Yue waiting there for him.

“There you are,” the princess smiled at him. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Sorry,” Sokka chuckled, “You never specified when.”

He moved over to her, grabbing her arms and pulling her in for a deep kiss. His cock stirred in his pants, eager from the memory of how it had rewritten her cunt’s memory earlier that day. They broke the kiss, a line of drool connecting them. 

“Well, I wanted it to be right when my fiancé would have gotten back,” Yue replied. “Something so exciting about him, wondering where I am, whilst anyone can clearly see I’m sucking cock.” 

“Well, then you better hurry up and start,” Sokka smirked. “I wouldn’t want anyone to miss the show.”

Yue purred, sinking to her knees. Her gloved hands went to Sokka’s breeches, undoing them to remove his hardening cock. She gasped at the sight, drool running down her lower lip.

“Fuck, did it get bigger?” She asked as she stroked him to full hardness.

“No, but I’m pretty sure it would look that way compared to stubby,” Sokka taunted. “I wonder how that man ever thinks he’ll satisfy you.”

Yue chuckled. “No idea.” 

“Less talk, more suck,” Sokka commanded.

“Yes, Harem Master,” Yue bowed her head. A moment later, her lips sealed around Sokka’s cock, swallowing him halfway down. She removed the gloves from her hand, dropping them into the snow. One hand went to Sokka’s turgid shaft, stroking the parts that weren’t in her mouth yet. The other reached out to Sokka’s ball sack, cupping the cum-stuffed nuts in her hand. 

They’re already full again! She admired, slurping as her spittle ran down his shaft He’s soooo thick too, I am gonna choke on this cock!

Sokka’s hand went to the back of Yue’s head, gripping her ice-white hair. “Let’s try to get a little more in there. Your pussy swallowed me to the base, your mouth better be able to do the same, or you’re not getting any cum, got it?” 

Yue nodded furiously, moaning in understanding along Sokka’s member. She closed her eyes, thrusting her head further down his shaft. His bulbous cock head entered her throat, slithering down towards her stomach.

Sokka glanced about, making sure they were still alone. 

As much as I want to fuck her ass, I don’t think now is the time. Just dump a load into her stomach and get out of here Sokka thought, pressing his hand against the back of her head, encouraging her to swallow more. 

A loud retch came from Yue as she gagged on Sokka’s cock. Sokka looked down in concern at her. He put a finger to his mouth, shushing her.

“I know you said the thrill of maybe getting caught is half the fun, but I am not looking to get castrated for the crimes of adultery today,” he hissed at her. A naughty idea hit his head, a way to keep her silent. “Do that again, and I’m pulling out, got it?”

No, please don’t pull out, please, I need this cock, it’s the only thing I had to look forward to today. If you leave my throat, I’ll have to go home to that rat-shrimp-dick again! Yue thought in a panic, tears beginning to form in her eyes from the lack of oxygen. Come on, girl, you’ve swallowed plenty of big dicks before. But fuckkk they weren’t as big as this thing! Or as tasty or … oooh fuck the smell! I think I’d retch if I ever had to put Hahn’s little dick inside my mouth again. 

Inch by inch, Yue’s mouth slithered down Sokka’s cock, lips extended as far as they would go, tongue lapping at the underside of his member. Her hands continued to knead his balls, churning the load inside of them.

So much cum, I need it all She thought to herself. Her eyes fluttered shut, imagining the taste of Sokka’s load on her tongue. Her nose bumped into his pelvis. She opened her eyes, finding her now blurring vision completely blocked by a sea of mocha muscles. 

I did it! She cheered to herself. She looked up at Sokka, whose head was thrown back in ecstasy as the Princess sucked harder on him.

Cum! Please cum! I’ve been a good girl, I’ve earned it! 

Sure enough, the nuts in the princess’s hands contracted. The princess squealed in delight around Sokka’s member, feeling it bucking in her throat. Her clothes suddenly felt very tight. Her stomach, swelling with Sokka’s seed, began to look for a way out, screaming against the stitching of her tight tunic under her parka. 

So much cum! Even more than last time, how is that possible! Yue’s eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the pure bliss of swallowing Sokka’s load. She felt the cock retreating from her mouth. Sokka winced as the sheer cold of the night nearly froze the pre-cum spittle mix on his dick, but he wanted to make sure Yue got to taste her reward.

It tastes so good! Yue felt tears streaming down her face, a mix of the lack of air and the pure bliss as the salty mix of Sokka’s cum hit her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, not spilling a single drop as it all continued to swell her stomach. There was a defining RIIIPas the stitching on her tunic fell to pieces, letting her mocha gut expand more freely against her parka. 

Sokka’s stream died to a few drops in her mouth. Sokka pulled his dick out of her mouth, wiping his cock off on her lip. Yue shuddered, curling her lip into her teeth and savouring the flavour. Her eyes looked to Sokka, who was staring down at her. 

“You …” Yue panted. “That was … unreal … This has been the best … sex I’ve ever had.”

Sokka smirked. “Me too. So, anywhere we can take this to continue?”

Yue looked around, trying to think of somewhere to go. “Shit … I don’t think so. We’re lucky this street is still deserted. I don’t want to stop, though, your cock, it's … it was made for me.”

Sokka smirked, his ego inflating rapidly. “How about this. You tell your fiancé you’re gonna go watch the Avatar train tomorrow, and I’ll meet you there. That’ll give us all day back at my place.”

Yue nodded, a smile on her face. “All day, what a dream.”

“Buuut,” Sokka added. “That means you’re making good on your promise.”

“Absolutely,” She said. “Whatever, I just need more of that cock, more cum!”

Sokka tucked his half-hard cock back into his breeches. “Okay, then I’ll see you there.”

Yue embraced him with a deep kiss, wrapping her arms around him. Sokka returned the favour, holding her waist as he kissed her. 

The confident Sokka, as high on life as he had ever been, strolled back to the apartment that he and his companion had been set up with. Before he even entered, he could hear the faint sounds of his sister’s familiar screams. Profane and derogatory as ever. He entered the abode, finding them on the fur-covered floor of their main room. Katara was on all fours, grinding her massive butt into Aang, whose cock was buried to the hilt in Katara’s pussy. 

“DEEPER! DEEPER! AS DEEP AS YOU CAN!” She screamed as she slammed herself backwards, fucking herself on Aang’s cock as the Avatar thrust forward. “BRUISE MY FUCKING WOMB WITH YOUR AVATAR COCK!” 

Aang spanked his hand into Katara’s ass, which was already quite red, causing the cheeks to ripple as they always did. Katara looked up, spotting her brother entering.

“Please tell me those nuts are full!” Katara moaned. “I need as much cum as you two can muster! If I’m stuffed, my brain won’t be able to think about today.”

Sokka raised a curious eyebrow as he began to undo his breeches and remove his clothes. Katara moaned in delight as his half-hard cock sprang free.

Oh shit, he really did get with the Princess She thought, noticing several stains on lipstick and dried spots of spit upon her brother’s member.

“What’s got you in a funk? Did training not go well?” Sokka asked as he moved over to his sister. Katara didn’t reply, simply swallowing his member down in one gulp, her tongue eagerly tasting the princess’s remaining spit.

“Master shit-head won’t teach her because she’s a girl,” Aang grunted, rutting hard into Katara’s pussy. He pistoned into her, hilting his cock to its base inside her pussy. Katara moaned around Sokka’s member as she felt her pussy swell for Aang’s member. The thick erection plunged into her womb over and over again. 

Meanwhile, her throat was completely clogged as Sokka’s own massive cock began thrusting into it like it was her cunt. Katara’s lips and nose bounced off Sokka’s pelvis as the Water Tribe Warrior began to ruthlessly fuck her face. His hand grabbed her ponytail, pulling and yanking it hard, like a leash, to manoeuvre her head around as he slam-fucked her mouth. His half-full nut sack swung up, battering the bimbo’s throat, making her gag and choke and retch as he continued his assault. 

“Why don’t you just teach her, Aang?” Sokka asked in confusion.

Why didn’t I think of that! The bimbo’s eyes shot open.

Katara gave a sudden moan and shudder. Sokka felt her hand pressing hard against his thigh, forcing him out of her mouth. He looked down in confusion, finding Katara seemingly desperate to be rid of the cock in her mouth. The Warrior raised a confused eyebrow, but relented, allowing his spit-soaked pole to retreat out of her fully, the saliva cooling in the air. Katara gasped, tongue hanging from her mouth for a moment. Her face was flushed from the face fucking she had just received. Her lungs took priority, gulping down air to replace all that had soured whilst her brother had been occupying her windpipe. Both Aang and Sokka stared at the bender with confusion.

Finally, Katara spoke. “At night, you can teach me whatever moves you learn from Master Pakku! That way, you have someone to practise with, and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone’s happy!”

“Sure!” Aang cheered. “When do you wanna start?”

“Right now!” Katara replied. Her hand waved through the air. Aang and Sokka grunted, both being hit with the familiar sensation. Their nuts contract, spraying the last of their loads. For Aang, his cum blast fired straight into Katara’s eager, waiting womb. In an instant, the bimbo’s stomach began to bloat with cum, sinking to the fur-covered floor. The bimbo was almost so enraptured by the feeling of Aang’s seed in her stomach that she didn’t appreciate the cum bat she was receiving from her brother. Sprays and sprays of testicle batter rained down upon Katara in heavy globes, splattering across the ass, back, hair, and face. Her tongue rolled from her mouth, hoping to catch some falling from the sky. Sokka held his cock with both hands, wincing as he felt every last drop of sperm exit his scrotum. 

It finally ended, Katara’s stomach swollen to the size of both her breasts combined. Her mocha skin was completely drenched on her back in her brother’s seed. She rose, removing her pussy from Aang’s flaccid cock. Her arms went through the air, bending all the cum off her body. The Bimbo opened her mouth, streaming all of the nut into it and swallowing with a smile. 

“So tasty,” She remarked. “That princess is lucky if this is what you’re feeding her.”

Aang began to redress, as did Katara, finding her parka was a tight fit against her cum-stuffed stomach. Once they were both clothed for the cold of the arctic night, they left the hut, Katara practically dragging out.

“Come on, Aang!” She cheered.

The light of the waning crescent moon was all the duo had. They found a place along one of the canals that seemed to offer good seclusion. At such a late hour, no one was about in the cold of the night. Aang drew some water from the canal, using most of his upper body to control it as he moved it through the air.

“Master Pakku said this move is all about sinking and floating,” Aang explained. He bent his body, bringing his arms up over his head. Katara studied the movement, noting the way Aang flowed with the water.

The Avatar turned his body, moving the strand of water across the air. Katara reached out, feeling her bending connect. To her complete surprise, and without almost any effort at all, the water flowed just as she had been shown. She lifted her leg, readjusting her stance. Her body almost felt to naturally flowed with the water in her hand as she moved it around.

“I got it!” She cheered in excitement. 

The water came to rest between her hands in a pool. A moment later, it whipped around, circling Katara’s form several times over before flying high into the night sky. All without Katara lifting or moving a muscle.

“That was amazing!” Aang exclaimed in disbelief, both hands on his head.

“That … wasn’t me,” Katara replied in a confused tone. Both looked up to where the water had gone.

On a walkway that ran next to their secluded area was Master Pakku. The old man had one leg up on the walkway’s lip, holding the water above his head. He looked down upon Katara and Aang with judgment, a sneer on his lips. He spread his arms, turning the snow into a series of ice shards, embedding them into the snow beneath his feet.

“I was just showing Katara a few moves,” Aang tried to explain, nerves fraught in his voice.

“You have disrespected me, my teachings, and my entire culture,” Pakku growled back. 

“I’m sorry, I-”

“You are no longer welcome as my student,” Pakku cut him off.

The next morning, Aang, Katara, and Sokka went to Chief Arnook’s council to plead their case. Unfortunately, they discovered that Pakku sat upon the council. The old master was smug as they pleaded what they had come to say, only for Arnook’s response to dishearten them. Pakku and Arnook had actually talked over all the trouble the trio had been causing the night before, both ironclad in their resolve to see them punished. Arnook, Pakku, Yue, and several elders sat silently as the trio pleaded their case. 

“What do you want me to do?” The Chief asked. “Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?”

“Yes!” Katara replied sharply. Her face softened, realising she was being too forceful. “Please.”

“I suspect he might change his mind if you swallow your pride and apologise to him,” Arnook replied. A sneering smirk crossed Pakku’s face, all too happy with the show trial they were putting on. 

You’re shitting me. What’s he gonna want next? For me to suck him off? Katara wondered in annoyance. Her eyes went to Aang, finding the Monk just as unsure of the situation. He needs to learn Waterbending … the comet …

She turned back to the council. 

“Fine,” She said in a defeated tone. 

She drew in a breath, preparing to give the least true statement of remorse she ever had.

“I’m waiting, little girl,” Pakku hissed at her, satisfaction in his voice.

Katara’s hands balled into fists at the humiliation. “No way!” She exclaimed angrily, taking everyone in the room aback. She pointed a finger at Pakku, the entire snow palace shaking. “No way am I apologising to a sour old prick like you!” She shouted her words, punctuated as the ground beneath her splintered and shattered. The elders, Yue, and even Arnook were taken aback at the display of such raw power. 

“Uhhh, Katara,” Aang said softly, watching as nearby gourds shattered as the water inside sprayed out violently. 

The bimbo ignored her friends, glaring at the man who had brought this wrath in her out. “I’ll be outside if you’re man enough to fight me.” 

Yue gasped, Arnook went pale. Pakku, however, gave no reaction. 

With that, Katara turned, walking confidently out of the Great Hall. Aang watched her go, then turned sheepishly to the council. 

“I’m sure she didn’t mean that,” he said, giving a nervous smile.

“Yeah, I think she did,” Sokka countered, putting his hands in the pockets of his breeches.

Zhao poured the fresh tea into the waiting cup. He was alone in his war tent with only one other occupant. 

“I’m devastated to hear about Prince Zuko,” lied the Admiral to his guest, shaking his head. “Just devastated.”

“The Fire Lord will not be pleased when she learns who was responsible,” Iroh replied, trying to keep the emotion from his voice. 

“You know who was behind the attack?” Zhao asked, using his own tea cup to cover his grimace at this news.

“Yes,” Iroh replied, looking Zhao straight in the eyes. “Pirates.” He slammed his fist down on the table, looking away as a tear rolled down his face. “We had a run-in with them a while back. They wanted revenge.”

Zhao smiled in satisfaction as he drank from his cup.

“So, have you reconsidered my offer?” The Admiral asked.

“Yes, I accept,” Iroh replied. “It will be an honour to serve as your general.” 

He raised his cup high, “To the Fire Nation!” Iroh cheered.

“To victory!” Zhao added, raising his own. 

Once they finished their drinks, a soldier came to escort Iroh to his ship and show him his quarters. Since most of his belongings were now sunk, it did not take Iroh long to settle in. Once he had, he left the room to return to Zhao for a strategy meeting. As he turned into the hall, he passed by a bender in full uniform. The two stopped next to each other, but did not acknowledge one another.

“Our plan is working perfectly,” Iroh whispered. “Zhao doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“You didn’t have to do this,” the bender replied, his voice hoarse and weak.

The bender reached up, removing the faceplate, to reveal a scarred and bruised face.

“No nephew of mine is going to stow away on a ship without some backup,” Iroh replied, turning his head to Zuko.

“Thank you, uncle,” Zuko replied. 

Iroh’s head turned at the sound of metal creaking. A door had opened nearby.

“Someone’s coming,” he whispered. Zuko replaced the face plate, his identity concealed again.

“Stay hidden until we get to the North Pole, and the Avatar will be yours. Good luck,” Iroh whispered, and moved off. 

Katara stormed out of the council hut, fists clenched in rage. Sokka and Aang came sprinting up behind her.

“Are you crazy, Katara?” Sokka exclaimed. “You’re not gonna win this fight!”

“I know,” Katara replied with anger. She began to yank her parka off as they descended a long staircase. She threw it backwards, slamming it into Sokka’s chest. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t have to do this for me,” Aang cut in, putting a hand to his chest. “I can find another teacher.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” Katara replied curtly. “Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy.”

She studied the large level field of snow. A few decorative totem poles of the white stuff lined the path that led to the staircase. A few pools of water sat nearby, raised from the ground and in perfect circles. The staircase was decorated with exquisite bannisters, ending with large flat decorations that one could, in theory, stand upon. 

This’ll do she thought. For a moment, Katara reflected on everything that had happened to them between the south and north poles. Zuko hunting them relentlessly, Admiral Zhao and his endless forces, the warden, or even minor foes like Jet, the pirates, that bounty hunter woman, or the many beasts of the world. She looked at Sokka and Aang. She saw them both naked in her mind’s eye. For once, she did not focus on their erections or their nuts, or the innate feeling she had of their cum sloshing around. Instead, she saw scars. Aang’s shoulders with their two punctures from Jet’s hooked blades. Sokka’s abdomen, adorned with the deep stab mark of a pirate’s dagger. Or the various burns they had received.

Every time we get into a fight, these two get beaten up way worse than me Katara thought, anger on her face. I’m not a warrior like Suki; I won’t be denied my chance to fight!

Something in her brought her attention to the top of the stairs. Pakku strolled down them, seemingly completely unbothered by her presence.

“So, you decided to show up?” Katara called, leering at him.

Pakku ignored her, descending the entire flight of stairs and walking past her without so much as a glance.

“Aren’t you gonna fight?” Katara cried, fists balled up in rage yet again.

“Go back to the healing huts with the other women, where you belong,” Pakku replied in an arrogant tone. 

You bastard! Katara gritted her teeth, summoning the strongest move she had. The Water Whip. It flew through the air, snapping against the back of Pakku’s head. The whip crack it gave off brought the entire square to silence, all present looking down at what had just occurred. Pakku’s hand went to the back of his head, feeling the wound. He brought it around, studying the blood now leaking from the back of his skull. 

“Fine,” He said, turning to Katara. “You want to learn to fight so bad? Study closely.”

The old master lifted his arms, drawing most of the water from the two moon-shaped pools nearby, bringing them high into the air. Katara glanced behind her, realising Sokka and Aang were still directly behind him. Pakku was a few yards away, preparing his attack. She rushed forward, trying to get friends out of danger. 

Pakku brought the water down, sending a rushing wave directly into Katara. It threw the bimbo off her feet, sending her flying through the air. She managed to land with some grace, slamming down into the snow on all fours. She looked up, finding Pakku already preparing his next attack. The waterbending master proved quite nimble, throwing his entire body around as he turned his massive amount of water into a rapidly spinning barrier. A massive ring of it around him and Katara. He began to squeeze it closed, drawing the Waterbending Novice in. Katara inched away from the edge, caught as she was forced to move closer to her opponent.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you … much,” Pakku sneered. The rapids drew in quickly, catching Katara in the leg. The bimbo screamed in pain as the rapids ripped through her clothes, cutting into the flesh of her calf. Like tiny blades moving at Aang’s speed, the water ripped through her flesh. She put her hands up, redirecting the jet of water. 

It slowed from its cutting speed, flying through the air up to the crowd nearby and completely drenching Sokka, knocking the warrior off his feet.

Katara summoned another Water Whip, charging at Pakku, though now slowly from her leg. Pakku bent low, raising his hands high. The area between them became a ramp, up and over the man. Katara dropped her attack, using her momentum to slide up the ramp and launch herself into the air. She landed on the bannister, stumbling as her leg throbbed in pain, and turned to face her opponent. 

Pakku had turned as well. With an effortless motion, the ice ramp turned to water, heaving through the air towards the bimbo. Katara reacted quickly, planting her feet, with ice welding her to the spot she stood as it covered her feet. She reached up, feeling Pakku’s attack in the air. With a grunt and a motion, she cut the torrent in half, leaving it to splatter on the stairs behind her.

“You can’t knock me down!” Katara shouted, earning some cheers from the gathering crowd. 

“Go, Katara!” Aang called the loudest. 

She dismissed the ice at her feet, leaping from the bannister and charging at Pakku. Pakku summoned an ice shield, bringing it up between them. Katara launched a fist, using her other hand to turn it back into water. With a frustrated series of grunts, she threw several punches, all blocked with ease by Pakku. The old master ducked out of the way of the final hit, going low as he gathered snow around him. An ice-cold blast of water came up, slamming into Katara’s face and sending her flying through the air. 

She landed in one of the pools. Pakku smirked to himself.

This fight is over He thought.

Katara emerged from the water. Her nose was bleeding, but the determination on her face was brighter than the crimson blood. The crowd cheered at the sight. The bimbo summoned up some of the water surrounding her, turning it to ice. Razor-sharp disks of her podium were thrown by the bender, all flying straight for Pakku. Once again, the Old Master dodged, with ease, shattering the plates in the air. Though one did nearly slice his shoulder, he managed to dodge at the last moment. 

Katara pooled the water around her, spinning to compensate for the momentum before throwing it all at Pakku. The old master caught it with ease, effortlessly manoeuvring the attack around his body. Katara was rushing forward again. Pakku snickered, sending a massive wave across the square that they were battling in, once again throwing Katara off her feet.

She came to a stop at the foot of the staircase. Aang and Sokka shared a glance, wondering if the fight was over. Katara’s hair was beginning to fall out of place, her tight, proper ponytail giving way as strands of her chestnut hair cascaded down. She was out of breath, her body shivering after being submerged completely so many times. With a single breath to calm herself, Katara’s determination hardened. 

She leapt to her feet, raising her arms. Pakku was right where she wanted. With a strain, she took the totem pole in her control. Her arms crossed as they swung down, pulling the snow statues with her. Pakku did a quick manoeuvre, sending both his hands up as the totems came crashing down. Both pillars exploded into a fine powdery snow, for a moment, obscuring Pakku.

“Well, I’m impressed,” His smug voice called as the cloud began to dissipate. “You are an excellent waterbender.”

“But you still won’t teach me, will you?” Katara asked. 

“No,” Pakku replied. 

Katara summoned a Waist-High-Wave, turning it to snow as she launched it at Pakku. The waterbending master leapt into the air, propelled by a pillar of ice. His arms went out, then thrust behind his back, turning his pillar into a wave of slushy snow. Katara summoned another attack, a simple jet of water, thrown at the man. Pakku leapt from his wave, dismissing it. He turned the snow around Katara into water, lifting it high and freezing it, creating a ramp. He slid down it fast, closing the distance between himself and Katara in an instant. Katara turned in shock, only to be met with the open palm of his hand as he slapped her across the cheek, sending her flying off her feet. Her necklace came loose, falling to the ground. 

Katara grunted as she hit the ground, blood dripping from her nose into the snow. Pakku leapt up onto the lip of the pool, looking down upon his opponent. Katara’s hair was now completely undone, long brunette locks cascading down her body without any structure. Even her traditional hair loops had been knocked out, now simply two strands with blue beads separating them from the rest of her hair. Still, the bimbo raised her head, panting wildly at the exertion.

Pakku summoned the last of the water from the pool, raising it high into the air. Katara got to her feet, staring up at it, wondering what he had planned. The water turned to ice, massive spears of it, showering down upon her. A few in the crowd screamed in fear as the ice prisoner slammed into Katara. The bimbo screamed as a few of the shards ripped through her arms.

Then there was silence. Blood leaked from Katara’s wounds onto the ice. The Bimbo was trapped, fingers shaking from the cold, the rest of her body completely stuck, locked in place by the ice. Pakku began to stroll away again.

“This fight is over,” The old master declared, his hands tucked behind his back.

“Come back here!” Katara demanded, struggling to find a way out. “I’m not finished yet!”

“Yes, you are,” Pakku replied smugly. 

A glint hit his eye, drawing his attention down. Shock hit him like the coldest winter wind, freezing the man. An old memory lay before him, half buried in the snow. A trembling hand went down, retrieving the trinket. He held it aloft, studying the craft of it. Unmistakable.

“This … ” He said in shock. “I … is my necklace.”

“No, it’s not!” Katara grunted. “It’s mine, give it back!” 

“I made this,” Pakku continued. “Sixty years ago … for the love of my life. For Kanna.”

The ice around Katara melted, freeing the injured woman. 

“My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?” Katara asked in shock.

“I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged,” Pakku explained. His head turned towards the horizon. To the south. “I thought we would live a long, happy life together. I loved her.”

“But she didn’t love you, did she?” Katara said, approaching Pakku. “It was an arranged marriage. Gran-Gran wouldn’t let your tribe’s stupid customs run her life. That’s why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage.” Katara looked away, reflecting on what she had never known of her grandmother.

Sokka wiped a tear from his face, equally moved by his family’s secret history. A firm hand clasped his shoulder, jolting the warrior. He turned to find Chief Arnook staring ahead at the scene.

“Sokka, a word, please?” He said, gesturing away from the crowd. 

Sokka glanced back at Yue, who had also been watching. The princess looked away. The Warrior followed the Chief away from the crowd.

Arnook crossed his arms, glaring at the man. “My daughter Yue is engaged to be married.”

“Oh, is she?” Sokka asked, his terrible poker face on full display. “Congratulations! Who’s the lucky guy?” He jabbed his elbow playfully at the chief, who was not amused.

“The son of a nobleman, and one of the highest-ranking members of our military. It’s very important that this union take place. I know my daughter well. She has always been … adventurous. You’re not the first man her handmaidens have alerted me of having relations like this with her.”

Sokka could only nervously laugh, scratching the back of his head. “R-relations? I mean, she’s sweet, but I don'-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Arnook said sternly. “I know you have been having sex with my daughter.” 

Sokka gulped, worrying about what came next. “As much as I wish to threaten or banish you, I know neither work. I’ve had men sent to prison or worse for violating her, but every time she has found a way to circumvent my authority. But, hear me now. If you get her pregnant, or worse, try to keep this union from happening, there will be consequences, understood?”

He pointed at Sokka, his finger inches from the warrior’s face. Sokka gulped, nodding rapidly.

“Good,” The Chief sneered. 

The next morning, Aang stood before a crowd of trainees, all watching as the Avatar repeated the moves that had frustrated him so just two days before.

Pakku nodded. “Not bad, not bad. Heheheh, keep practising, and maybe you’ll get it by the time you’re my age.”

Aang sighed, shaking his head.

The sound of familiar panting brought his attention around. Katara came running up the stairs to the training area. The bimbo stopped, doubling over to catch her breath.

“Hey, Katara,” Aang greeted her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Pakku barked. Katara looked up at the man, fear in her eyes.

“It’s past sunrise. You’re late,” Pakku sneered, taking a ready stance. Katara smiled, taking her own stance, along with Aang.

“Good to see you here,” Aang smiled at her.

“You too,” Katara replied. 

“My fleet is ready. Set a course for the Northern Water Tribe.”