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Her opponent's hand was twitching wildly in the air. Katara smirked confidently at the sight.

Another easy match Katara thought. Her stance was perfected, not a muscle out of place. I’ll let him strike first, make him think he can win.

And strike first he did. He summoned water from the snow, forming it into a ball. It hardened to ice, a massive chunk hurtling through the air at Katara. The waterbender snickered at the pathetic attack. She swung her body around, catching the ice ball with her bending. It turned back to water, soon joined by more that Katara summoned up from the snow around her. A wave four times the size of the ball thrown at her raced across the sparring arena, faster than the previous attack had been. Her opponent could do nothing but grunt in fear as he was pulled from his feet, the water frozen around him tightly, suspending him in the air.

Katara took a finished stance, smirking at her work.

“Nice try, pupil Sangok,” Master Pakku commented at the man suspended high in the ice sculpture, walking over to him. “A couple of more years, and you might be ready to fight a sea sponge.”

Pakku turned, facing Katara. He flicked his arm through the air, turning the ice to water and dropping Sangok to the ground hard. The old master paused, turning to the rest of his students, all nursing their injuries. “Would anyone care for a rematch with Katara?”

None rose, all grunting and groaning in pain. Pakku turned back to the woman who had become his star pupil. “Katara, you’ve advanced more quickly than any student I’ve ever trained. You have proven that with fierce determination, passion, and hard work, you can accomplish anything.”

Katara’s heart soared at the praise, a wide smile forming on her face. It had been gruelling work. Nearly a month they had been at the North Pole now. Katara had thrown her whole self into the training, working typically eighteen to twenty hours a day in drilling, studying and other general bending practices. Pakku took only one day off a week, and Katara typically still spent a few hours working on those days, using the rest for sleeping. She had even fallen off her usual services to Sokka and Aang, though her brother seemed unbothered by this, spending so much time with Princess Yue. Aang was not one to complain, and it simply meant that when Katara did offer him her body, his balls were as full as ever. Katara saw it as a win-win.

She had even donned a new parka, bearing the crest of Pakku’s school. It was larger in the chest area, completely covering her bust and giving her curves less prominence. Normally, Katara would complain about hiding her body, but Pakku had disclosed that he only gave out the style of parka to certain students. She had worn it every day since.

“Raw talent alone is not enough,” Pakku continued, turning towards his other star pupil.

Aang was sitting in a snow drift, playing with Momo. The Lemur-Bat was fluttering through the air, suspended on a small air scooter that the Monk was lazily driving around.

“Pupil Aang!” Pakku snapped. Aang dismissed the air pocket directly above his head. Momo let out a screech as she landed on his bald head.

“Yes, Master Pakku!” The Nomad jumped, sitting up straight.

“Care to step into the sparring circle?” Pakku asked, gesturing to the ring. “I figure since you’ve found time to play with house pets, you must have already mastered waterbending.”

“I wouldn’t say mastered,” Aang said, pushing himself to his feet with his bending. “But check this out!”

He spun, pushing his arms out. The snow around him formed up, covering his entire form. Three divots formed around his face. Aang stopped, now completely coated in snow, using his body to hold up a snowman with a smiling face. Momo leapt up, slamming her form into Aang’s face and knocking the monk off his feet. The snow fell back to the ground. Neither Pakku nor Katara were impressed.

Yue’s moans filled the hut. Her tongue was limp, hanging from her mouth. Her fingers gripped hard into the fur carpet on the floor of the hut that Sokka, Katara and Aang had been occupying since they arrived at the North Pole. The rhythmic clapping of her massive mocha ass was the drumline that made her moans into a symphony for Sokka’s ears as his massive, thick cock plunged deep into the Princess’s womb. Hands dug deep into her thick hips, fingers sinking into her skin.

“Yes!” Yue moaned. “I’m cumming on your massive cock!”

Her body convulsed. Sokka winced as he felt his cock squeezed by her wet vise-like twat. She wasn’t a squirter like his sister, but the feeling of pure pressure from her around him as an orgasm rocked her body still sent cascading waves of pleasure through his own form. One hand came up from her hips. It made a quick smack across her ass, causing waves of skin to ripple in a hectic shake. Yue yelped at the hit. 

“Spanks only feel good from your hand!” Yue moaned. Sokka’s hand went up to her hair, pulling hard on the two large strands that cascaded off her top knot.

“Who owns this pussy?” Sokka grunted as he hilted himself inside her.

“Ohhh, fuck, you do!” Yue moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “My tiny dick fiancé is nothing compared to the way your cock reshapes my cunt!”

Sokka thrusted hard into Yue. “I’m gonna cum inside you!”

“Please, please! Fill my womb, fill me so much he can’t even penetrate my cum-stuffed cunt!” Yue moaned lewdly.

Sokka grunted, pulling hard on her hair. Yue let out a shriek of pleasure as her scalp began to sting. The warrior picked up his pace, pistoning into her harder than before. Yue’s arms went weak, her entire torso collapsing into the fur.

“Harder! Harder! Harder!” Yue chanted, her voice getting higher with each word. “Ohhhh yes! I’m cumming again!”

Her fat ass and thick thighs began to shake as her body quivered from the release. Sokka did not offer her any reprieve. He pressed his weight into her, pressing her even further into the ground. Yue’s moans were muffled by the fur of the floor. The hand in her hair pressed hard, completely dominating Yue beneath Sokka’s weight. The princess could do nothing but twerk and shake her massive butt, trying to encourage Sokka to fuck her harder. Each thrust was a massive, impactful hit to her ass, threatening to leave a massive bruise on both her ass cheeks. Her moans were long and loud, a symphony in Sokka’s ears.

“Mark my womb as your cock’s territory!” Yue moaned. “I want you to fuck me ‘till I can’t even remember my fiancé’s name!”

“He doesn’t deserve this fucking body,” Sokka grunted. “My cock does!”

“Yes!” Yue groaned. “~Uhmph~ y-yes! My body is for your cock!”

“I’m getting close,” Sokka brought his other hand up, spanking Yue’s other cheek hard, leaving a red welt.

“Cum inside me!” Yue moaned. “My womb feels so empty without your seed! I need it! I need it!”

“Need it?” Sokka’s ego swelled. “Can’t live without it?”

“No!” Yue moaned. “My cunt is where it belongs, stuff it to the brim, every last drop! My cunt retches at the thought of my fiancé’s seed! I want to make him raise your child!”

That statement sent Sokka. He hilted himself to the base inside Yue. He let out a long, low groan, relishing in the feeling of his ejaculation. Yue’s eyes went wide, her entire body freezing to bask in the sheer joy of Sokka’s cock erupting gallons of his seed into her. A long, low, mewling moan escaped Yue’s lips, blushing in the feeling. Her entire body felt warm as her stomach began to swell.

Sokka was relaxed, his hands releasing Yue as he continued to unload. A few spurts of cum escaped Yue’s twat, dripping to the floor.

“Shit,” Yue moaned. “Oh, your cum feels so good inside me.”

Sokka smiled, “Happy to oblige, princess.”

Their faces met, eyes locked as they stared in loving appreciation. Sokka leaned down, planting a deep kiss on the princess’s lips. Their tongues fought for dominance in each other’s mouths, his hand cupping her face. His flaccid cock fell from her twat, coated in his own release and Yue’s. Her own cunt began to leak his cum, trickling onto her massive thigh.

“Y’know,” Sokka said, pulling back to admire her beauty. “Sometimes I wonder if you want me to drain my nuts into you so badly so I won’t make you fulfil that promise of yours.”

Yue gave a nervous laugh, looking away. “What promise? I don’t recall any promises.”

“Oh yeah?” Sokka replied playfully, spanking Yue’s butt. “You’re lucky that pussy of yours is so irresistible. I don’t think I could say no if I tried. But, one of these days I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, like you said.”

“Sokka, I really … my butt isn’t for that,” Yue said. “It’s … one day, but not today, okay?”

“Sure,” Sokka nodded. He relaxed, sitting down on the fur, feeling the emptiness of his nuts. “Damn, I am spent from that.”

“Me too,” Yue replied. “It’s a real workout doing that.”

She began to pick at the furs around them. Sokka glanced over at her, sensing her mood souring.

“Everything good?” He asked.

“Yes,” Yue replied. “Just … I hope we can fuck one more time before tonight. I haven’t slept with my fiancé in a week. I keep telling him I have a headache, but I don’t think I can keep denying him. I just don’t want my pussy to experience the trauma of such a small dick again.”

Sokka paused for a second, thinking. “I know what you need. You need to meet my good friend, Appa.”

“Who?” Yue asked, cocking her head. 

“Get dressed, you’re gonna love it,” Sokka said, springing up to his feet. He put another heavy spank on her butt and went to find his clothes.

Sokka and Yue went over to the stables that Appa had been staying at since they arrived. He was munching on a large plate of sea greens that had been served to him for breakfast.

“Appa and I go way back, don’t we, boy?” Sokka explained as they approached. The princess gawked at the Sky Bison; it dwarfed every Ram-Yak in the stable and then some. Appa turned, spotting Sokka, whom he had not seen in nearly a month. The Sky Bison pounced, knocking Sokka off his feet.

“Easy! Down boy! No, up!” Sokka exclaimed as Appa licked him, clearly excited to see the warrior. Yue laughed at the sight of Sokka’s struggles.

“You haven’t been giving Appa enough attention,” Yue noted. Sokka struggled, pulling himself from under the Sky Bison’s massive toes.

“Alright,” Sokka dusted himself off, shaking the saliva off his parka. “C’mon!”

Sokka and Yue climbed into Appa’s saddle, the Warrior retrieving the reins.

“So how does this work?” Yue asked as she settled into the saddle next to Sokka.

“You hanging on tight?” Sokka asked. Yue’s arms wrapped around Sokka’s arm, snuggling against him. She flashed him a smile, nodding at him.

“Yip. Yip.” Sokka ordered.

Appa was clearly excited to stretch his legs. They leapt into the air with a massive gust of wind. The Sky Bison climbed higher and higher by the second at a speed that shocked Sokka. 

“Oh my goodness!” Yue exclaimed, clinging hard to Sokka as the brief feeling of weightlessness came over her. Soon enough, the Northern Water Tribe was a mere speck on the ground behind them. Yue craned her neck, looking down at the unending sea of water below them.

“Wow!” She said, stars in her eyes. “I can’t believe you do this every day.”

“Yeah, we pretty much live up here,” Sokka explained, relaxing his hold on the reins. A shiver ran down the Princess’s spine as the wind whipped about them. She shivered, tucking into herself.

“Is it always this cold?” She asked, snuggling closer to Sokka. Snow began to fall.

“Not when you’re with someone,” Sokka replied. Their eyes met again, lost in the pools of each other's gaze. Sokka leaned in, planting his lips upon her once more as they embraced. His hand cupped her face as it often did. They broke their kiss for a moment, blushing hard as they caressed each other.

“It’s beautiful up here,” Yue said.

“Yeah,” Sokka whispered.

Black spots fluttered through Sokka’s vision. The warrior’s instincts kicked in, his head snapping around. Yue caught a glimpse of what was upsetting him; her face was pure confusion.

“What’s happening?” Yue asked. Appa grunted, taking note as well.

“Oh no,” Sokka’s heart sank. He put his hand out, and it quickly filled with the ashy snow. “Soot.”

“What?” Yue asked.

“I’ve seen it before,” Sokka replied. “Right before my village was attacked. It’s soot mixed with snow.”

“But why?” Yue asked. Sokka pulled on Appa’s reins, turning them back for the Northern Water Tribe.

“It's the Fire Nation,” Sokka said calmly. “They’ve closed in on the North Pole. And from the looks of this stuff, I’d say there’s a lot of them.”

Sokka glanced over his shoulder, noticing a mass of approaching ash-colored clouds.

After nearly a full month at sea, the Northern Royal Fleet steamed towards their target. 

“This will truly be one for the history books, General Iroh,” Zhao boasted as he and his hooded general stood on the balcony of the helm of his flagship. His cloak billowed in the breeze, “Just think. Centuries from now, people will study the Great Admiral Zhao, who destroyed the last of the Water Tribe civilisation. You’re lucky you’re here to see it.”

Zhao glanced over at the man. Iroh’s eyes were closed in contemplation at the words. “Be careful what you wish for, Zhao,” the man finally spoke. “History is not always kind to its subjects.”

Zhao clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I suppose you speak from experience,” Zhao mused. He stepped forward, staring off at the horizon. “But rest assured. This will be nothing like your legendary failure at Ba-Sing-Se.”

Iroh’s expression softened, staring at the back of the Admiral. “I hope not … for your sake.”

“Tell the captains to prepare for first strike,” Zhao ordered. 

Iroh bowed, turning and departing, leaving the Admiral alone. He made his way through the ship, eventually finding a single, solitary soldier standing alone in a hallway. He approached the man. The sound of footfalls gave the General a bit of pause. He looked over his shoulder, watching another soldier pass, taking no note of the General.

“We’ll be landing soon,” Iroh whispered to the back of the soldier. “Do you have a plan?”

The soldier removed his face plate, turning to look at his uncle. His wounds were healing, but still his face bore the scars of the attack that nearly took his life. “I’m working on it, Uncle,” Zuko replied. He replaced the plate and wandered off. Iroh shook his head, his mind full of concern, but he turned, heading off to deliver the order he had been given. 

The soot began to fall upon the tribe proper. All over the city, people froze, looking to the sky as the strange sight fluttered down. Their clear waters turned dark, and children running out to examine it, only to be stopped by their parents. Aang was playing with Momo again, rolling around in the snow. He heard the Lemur-Bat hiss, causing him to pause. Momo was wiping her tongue, spitting out whatever she had eaten. Aang looked up at the strange yet somehow familiar sight.

Katara covered her mouth, horror in her eyes.

Oh no She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Soon, word spread of a meeting at the Great Hall. Everyone made their way quickly. The warm drum high above the Hall beat steadily, drawing all in the city to it. Yue and Sokka were forced to split up, not wanting to risk being too close in public. He found Katara and Aang near the back, observing as dozens of citizens and soldiers came pouring in. Arnook, Yue, and Pakku sat at the front, preparing to address them all.

Finally, the Chief rose, drawing in a heavy breath. “The day we have feared for so long has arrived,” He stated bluntly. “The Fire Nation is on our doorstep.”

They’re here for me the monk thought for a moment, grimacing at the fact.

“It is with great sadness I call my family before me,” the chief continued. “Knowing well that some of these faces are about to vanish from our tribe. But they will never vanish from our hearts.”

He paused for a moment, looking across the crowd, and all were silent. “Now, as we approach the battle for our existence, I call upon the great Spirits! Spirit of the Ocean, Spirit of the Moon, be with us!” 

This earned some cheers from the crowd, the mood slowly changing. Arnook scanned the crowd. “I am going to need volunteers for a dangerous mission.”

Sokka rose to his feet, determination in his heart. “Count me in,” he declared.

“Me too!” Another man said, rising to his feet.

“To defend this tribe!” A third cheered. Several more stood, determination in their hearts. 

“Sokka,” Katara gasped.

“Be warned,” Anrook called. “Many of you will not return. Come forward to receive my mark if you accept the task.”

The volunteers lined up, bowing to the elder who painted their foreheads with some of the Tribe’s ceremonial inks. Red this time, for battle. Yue and Pakku stepped forward as well, flanking Chief Arnook. Yue and Sokka exchanged a glance. Sokka’s confidence faded as he saw the pure terror in Yue’s eyes. Sokka moved off to join the others, Yue choked back her crying, but a tear still streamed down her face. 

Aang was sitting outside the Great Hall, crouched upon a decorative piece of snow. Once the orders and other battle preparations had been completed, Chief Arnook went outside to consult with the Avatar. Aang had not spoken a word during the meeting and had left it once it ended. Aang had been reflecting on his journey, not just since the iceberg but before. 

“The stillness before battle is unbearable,” Arnook said softly as he approached. Both men’s gazes were locked upon the approaching ash clouds, growing closer by the minute. “Such a quiet dread.”

Katara walked up alongside the two men, listening as they spoke. 

“I wasn’t there when the Fire Nation attacked my people,” Aang said softly, “I’m gonna make a difference this time.”

Aang rose, standing tall as he looked off into the horizon. 

An hour before sunset, the Water Tribe had finished its preparations. Civilians had been evacuated to the highest levels of the city, furthest from the gates and curtain wall. Aang sat upon Appa’s head, prepared to launch when the attack began. Sokka and the others had been gone all day, preparing for their mission. Katara and the other benders stood at the ready in the vast field of snow between the wall and the city, waiting for the barrage of fire. Warriors lined the curtain wall, faces painted and prepared for battle. 

Aang’s chest was a war drum, his hands knuckling against Appa’s leather reins. A few times, his warm pocket of air faltered at the anxiety of the moment, which overrode his innate bending. On the horizon, a single black dot appeared amongst the ocean blue. The monk was the first to see it, going quite tense. It grew in size as the ship drew closer. A bright orange speck leapt from the black dot, expanding through the air. A massive fireball of burning rock came hurtling through the air. Everyone froze, almost in denial that the attack had commenced.

The fireball slammed into the curtain wall, shattering a large section of the ice. Soldiers were thrown from the wall, ice and snow burying others. There were screams of fear and pain. For a moment, confusion coated the area as much as the smoke from the impact. A second fireball flew overhead, flying high over the wall and slamming down in the abandoned city. 

A third fireball hit the wall, this one up on the walkway.

“Yip yip!” Aang ordered. Appa grunted, leaping into the air and charging at the oncoming ship. Aang whipped the reins, silently pleading for Appa to go faster. Several attacks flew past them, slamming down upon their target. 

For a second, the ship fell silent. Then, another fireball fired off, flying high at Aang and Appa. The monk leapt to his feet, taking his staff in both hands, with a heave. Aang created a massive gust of wind, redirecting the fireball. It flew wide, slamming into the ice cap far away from the Northern Water Tribe. 

Appa continued, and soon they were diving at the ship.

“I’ll take it from here, boy!” Aang shouted to his pet. Appa groaned, rolling over to allow the Avatar to drop from the seat on his head. Aang dove towards the ship, rocketing towards the ground. He unfurled his staff, gliding towards his target without losing speed. Jets of fire blasted from the benders on the deck of the ship and leapt into the air, flying at the monk. Aang dodged them with ease, his sheer determination of the moment turning his reflexes up. He landed on his feet, wasting no time to summon a slicing strike of wind across the deck, knocking all of the soldiers off their feet. 

He turned, charging one of the catapults. The engineers took notice, swinging their massive sledge hammers at the monk. He ducked out of the way, leaping into the air and landing on the arm of the device. A few brave engineers followed him up, slamming their massive blunt weapons down at him. Aang leapt away. Just as he planned, the metal of the catapult buckled from the impact of the hammer, compromising the engineering. He retreated up the arm, dodging heavy swings that would most certainly break bones. At the apex of the arm, he found two more enemies had climbed up either side. They swung their weapons, repeating the same folly as his first opponent. With the crux of the device now good and bent, the monk leapt into the air. With a heaving grunt, he brought his arms down, sending a massive fist of air down into the catapult. The metal rivets shattered, the entire thing compromised. The device collapsed, dropping his enemies down into a pile of metal and dust. Aang used the momentum of his attack to move himself away from the pile of rubble. 

He landed some feet away, already eyeing his next target - another catapult, this one unguarded. It was loaded with a flaming pitch, one man preparing to launch.

Perfect! The Avatar thought, sticking his tongue out of his mouth. He sprinted over silently. A discarded sledgehammer sat near the catapult payload. He glanced at a series of chains which held the arm down for loading. A large central chain connected them all, with a piece that allowed all chains attached to it to slip away. Aang grabbed the hammer, moving to the central piece and slipping the handle of the weapon inside, blocking the chains’ slipway. He turned, throwing a slicing blade of air to the man coming to stop him, sending the man flying over the edge of the ship. The Engineer saw none of this. He loosed his shot. 

The catapult’s arm leapt up, speeding up the massive piece of pitch, but the chains did not slip, causing the arm to follow the pitch all the way through. A massive gruntcame from the metal as the arm swung further than it was meant to, slamming its payload down directly through the ship’s hull and destroying the arm’s joint. The catapult collapsed, and the ship halted, the front of it beginning to sink. 

Aang raced across the deck, dodging the engineers and benders who gave chase with ease. He found two more catapults, one that had just fired, the other being prepped. He grabbed the webbing of chains, hastily tying them together. Once combined, he leapt through the air to dodge the closing in enemies, landing down near the controls for the unshot one. He slammed his foot down on the launch pedal. The catapult moved to loose its shot. It ripped the spent launcher from its base, slamming the twisting metal of the destroyed weapon into the form of the one that had just fired. 

Aang turned to his pursuers, smiling confidently at his handiwork. Four catapults were destroyed in mere minutes. His attention turned, spotting the last device on the ship’s deck. He leapt over to it. The Avatar grabbed a nearby sledgehammer. He moved to a crank, which helped to reset the machine. He lifted the hammer over his head. The sound of something heavy in the air brought his attention around. 

FUCK! Aang dropped the hammer in his hands, leaping out of the way of the incoming attack. A smaller sledgehammer, attached to a chain punching into the catapult where the Avatar had been standing, denting and slicing the metal. It retracted, revealing the curved blade atop the hammer. Aang had barely landed from his first dodge when he had to throw himself away from a second attack. Another hammer of similar design slammed into where the Avatar had been, retracting towards its master. 

A massive man, dressed in fur-lined grey-reds and browns. The chain's weapons were attached to metal cuffs on his wrists. His black beard was massive and unkempt, seeming to have taken all the hair meant for his head. One massive braid of black, sitting off to the back left of his scalp. To the right were two strange strands of grey with caps in his head.

Aang ducked behind the catapult, trying to give himself some cover. His heart was thudding wildly in his chest. He had left his staff when he grabbed the hammer, leaving him effectively unarmed. A hammer swung around the metal pillar he was hiding behind. Before the Avatar could react, the chain closed in, wrapping around his neck. Aang choked, hands reaching up to try and claw the heavy chain away. The hammer came by again, the chain this time wrapping around his abdomen. The Avatar strained, now completely restrained against the metal. He felt his opponent pulling on the chain, squeezing the Avatar up against the metal.

Aang choked, feeling his windpipe being crushed by the cold metal. 

A massive shadow flew overhead. Aang looked at its source. Appa’s paw came down, grabbing the man by the head. With a yank from the Sky Bison, the chain broke, loosening around the Avatar.

“Appa!” Aang rasped out, clutching his crushed windpipe. The Sky Bison dragged the hammer man across the deck, dropping him into the ocean.

Aang sprinted over to his Sky Bison, leaping up to hug the large fur-covered forehead of his companion.

“Thanks for the rescue, buddy,” Aang choked out. 

The entire ship began to rumble. Aang looked around, finding that the ship was lifting into the air. He turned, looking down to find that a few Water Tribe skiffs had come, freezing the water beneath the ship into a massive ice chunk and pulling the ship out of the water. A massive pillar ripped through the hull, shattering the last catapult. Everything on the deck began to slide towards the back end of the ship, which was lower in the air. Aang took his seat on Appa’s head, and the Sky Bison leapt into the air. 

Aang looked towards the horizon. Horror crossed the man’s face, his heart sinking into his chest. Easily over one hundred further warships, all lined up in a strike formation. 

You’ve gotta be kidding me the Avatar reeled backwards on Appa. 

After his words to the Avatar, Chief Arnook had gone to brief the volunteers on their suicide mission. Nine men in total had volunteered. All were brought to one of the barracks of their city guards, not too far from the Great Hall. Eight of them were aligned in front of him now, dressed in traditional warrior garb (with the exception of Sokka, still in his parka). Whale-Tooth spears in hand. 

“Men,” Arnook addressed the group. “You’ll be infiltrating the Fire Nation Navy. That means you’ll all need one of these uniforms.” He gestured to the doorway behind him.

In stepped a man with a sharp chin. Sharper still were the massive spiked shoulder pauldrons. Sokka couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sight. This drew the attention of all in the room, giving the Southern warrior a look.

“What’s your problem?” Asked the man in the uniform, arrogance heavy in every word. 

Sokka pointed at his uniform. “Fire Navy uniforms don’t look like that.”

“Of course they do,” the man replied with a sneer. “These are real uniforms, captured from actual Fire Navy soldiers.”

“When?” Sokka asked. “Liked a hundred years ago?”

“Eighty-Five,” Chief Arnook admitted sheepishly. Sokka moved forward, inspecting the uniform.

“The Fire Nation doesn’t wear shoulder spikes anymore,” Sokka explained. “The newer uniforms are more streamlined.”

He flicked at the shoulder pauldron, finding the material flimsy, bending easily to his finger.

“How do we know we can trust this guy?” Asked the uniformed man, turning to Arnook, his attention then turned to Sokka, glaring at him. “Such bold talk for a new recruit.”

Sokka folded his arms, having none of the attitude from the man. 

“Sokka is from our sister tribe, Hahn,” Arnook explained. “He is a capable warrior, and I value his input.”

Sokka smirked at Anrook’s praise. Arnook turned from the arguing men back to the other volunteers. “Now our first objective is to determine the identity of their commanding officer.”

“His name is Zhao,” Sokka replied. “Middle-aged, big sideburns, bigger temper. He’s an admiral in the Fire Navy, controls most of the Northern Earth Kingdom’s navy. He’s been pursuing us since we raided a Fire Nation temple about two months ago.”

“Sokka, I want you to tell everything you know to Hahn. He’s leading this mission,” Arnook said to Sokka before turning his attention to Hahn. “Hahn, show Sokka your respect. I expect nothing less from my future son-in-law.”

Hahn grimaced, running a hand through his hair. Sokka’s mouth opened in shock. “Princess Yue is marrying you?” Sokka asked, pointing at the man. 

“Yeah,” Hahn replied, raising an eyebrow. “What of it?”

“Nothing,” Sokka replied, turning away. “Congratulations.”

So that’s the fiancé. Mr Rat-Shrimp-Dick Sokka thought I was right, that kind of guy doesn’t deserve a girl as thick or as wonderful as Yue.

“Stop those fireballs!” Pakku commanded his warriors. The city had been getting bombarded for hours. Much of the further out homes and shops were reduced to rubble. The dock areas were destroyed, and the field of snow between the curtain wall and the city proper was a cratered field. The dead lay on the ground, waiting to be retrieved and brought away for identification. Blood soaked the snow from those who had taken the worst of the hits. A huge wall of ice rose, catching the fireball like a ball in a glove. 

The fleet of Fire Navy ships was approaching slowly. The Water Skiffs had been halted, retreating to the fortress, leaving the ships unchallenged in the frozen waters.

Zhao watched the bombardment from his ship’s helm, far warmer than the cold air outside. 

“It’s almost twilight, Admiral,” Iroh grumbled. “As your military consultant, I must advise you to halt your attack.”

Zhao turned to Iroh, sneering in confusion at his advice.

“The Waterbenders draw their power from the moon,” Iroh continued. “And it is nearly full tonight. You should wait and resume the attack in the morning.”

Zhao scoffed, turning away from Iroh. “Oh, I am well aware of the moon problem, and I am working on a solution.”

This comment caught Iroh’s attention; the old general stroked his chin, pondering what the Admiral meant.

“But for now, daybreak it is.”

The order went out across the fleet. The massive metal ships weighed anchor, their catapults falling silent. 

Iroh left the bridge, making his way down to the hold. He arrived at the pre-decided room. He opened the metal latch, slipping inside without anyone noticing. Inside, he found that the cargo hold had been opened. A small one-person canoe suspended by some ropes attached to a pulley system. A man was bent over the canoe, tying off some supplies. He was dressed in warm-looking greys with a hooded tunic and a massive spool of rope over one shoulder. Spiked climbing boots. 

“If you are fishing for an octopus, my nephew,” Iroh advised Zuko. “You need a tightly woven net, or he will squeeze through the tiniest hole and escape.”

“I don’t need your wisdom right now, Uncle,” Zuko replied without turning to face the man.

“I’m sorry,” Iroh said softly. “I just nag you because …” His voice trailed off, emotion mounting in his throat. “Well, ever since I lost my son …”

Zuko turned slightly, watching as Iroh approached. Zuko turned back. “Uncle, you don’t have to say it,” the fire prince stated. 

“I think of you as my own,” Iroh admitted, tears rolling down his face.

Zuko choked back his own feelings, killing them before they surfaced. He turned to face Iroh.

“I know, Uncle,” Zuko said softly. He bowed to the man, his hands together in a Fire Nation salute. “We’ll meet again.”

Iroh moved forward, opening his arms and holding Zuko tightly in a hug. Zuko was stunned for a moment. His arms raised slightly, but he did not return the gesture. 

“After I have the Avatar,” Zuko stated, breaking the embrace. He turned, stepping into his canoe. He took the ropes in both hands, preparing to lower into the water.

“Remember your Breath of Fire,” Iroh instructed. “It could save your life out there.”

“I will,” Zuko replied, lowering himself towards the water. Iroh leaned over the edge, watching Zuko descend.

“And put your hood up, keep your ears warm,” Iroh nagged.

“I’ll be fine,” Zuko replied, a soft chuckle escaping his lips from Iroh’s over-concern.

The boat touched the water, and Zuko detached the ropes. Iroh watched solemnly as the small boat paddled off into the night. 

It had been a trying day for the Water Tribe. After their advanced parties had been beaten back, they could do little more than quench the fireballs lobbed into their city. Katara had been at the palace, healing the wounded throughout the day as well as assisting Master Pakku in the others in stopping the flames. She was looking out into the scarred city along with Princess Yue. The volleys of the Fire Navy ship finally fell silent as the sun touched the water, beginning to set. 

“They’re stopped firing,” Yue noted, concern dripping on every word. 

A grey speck appeared in the sky. Katara looked up to spot a familiar Sky Bison coming down towards them. She pointed to it, getting Yue’s attention.

“Aang!” She called. The waterbender raced off, towards the opening where the monk seemed intent on landing.

The princess followed, both women happy to see the Avatar returning safe and sound. The nomad slid from Appa's head, slumping against his paw. He was exhausted, breathing heavily, his entire body covered in scrapes and burns, his clothes shredded. 

“I can’t do it,” Aang panted. Katara came up, turning some of the snow around them into water to heal the man. Aang’s hands went to his head, panic clear in his face. “I can’t do it.”

“What happened?” Katara asked. The water healed his body, falling away to turn the snow around him into slurry. Aang looked at her, despair in his eyes. “I must have taken out a dozen Fire Navy ships … but there’s just too many of them. I can’t fight them all.”

“But,” Yue’s voice trembled, her hands clasping together, nerves shot. “You have to. You’re the Avatar.”

“I’m just one man,” Aang replied in a tired tone. He curled into himself, not wanting to let Yue see him cry. Katara rubbed his back, half-exposed from how damaged his clothes were.

“It’s okay, Aang, you did a good job,” She said.

She glanced up at Yue. The princess was staring down at the Avatar, on the verge of tears.

“Say, Aang, how about we get inside and rest? I know you’re exhausted, but you deserve a reward for your hard work,” Katara cooed, licking her lips.

Aang pulled his head up, a tired smile on his face, “You might need to lead.” He panted.

Katara helped the man to his feet. “Yue, you coming?” She asked, holding Aang’s arm over her shoulder.

Yue raised an eyebrow. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Well, Aang has been fighting all day; his body is exhausted, but his balls are full. So I am gonna go fuck him until every last drop of cum is stuffed into my stomach and womb. I heard from my brother how much of an unashamed size queen slut you are. I thought you might want to join us. Aang’s just as big as my brother.”

Yue was stunned into silence. She felt her heartbeat in her ears, her chest, and her crotch. Her tongue licked her lips involuntarily, betraying her desires. Katara smirked.

“C’mon, I’ll even let you suck it first,” Katara purred.

Yue moved to Aang, a hand on his chest, and both women helped the exhausted man away from the field and towards the palace.

“My room is this way,” Yue said. “Let’s hurry before anyone sees us.”

“Didn’t you suck my brother’s dick on a bridge in the middle of the city?” Katara raised an eyebrow.

“That was different,” Yue replied. “Just hurry.”

Katara smirked, satisfied to know that not a single word her brother had breathed about the princess had been untrue. They moved through the ice palace, finding their way to an exquisitely bent door of snow.

“A door?” Katara questioned.

“I demanded one for privacy,” Yue replied. “Let’s just say the servants have found me with a few more than just Sokka.”

“You slut,” Katara chuckled. 

Yue opened the thing, letting Aang and Katara inside. She shut the door behind her rapidly. Inside was a large room of lavish proportions. A small tub of hot water sat in a recessed sitting area opposite a massive bed covered in thick purple blankets and surrounded by a canopy of lace white sheets. A large wooden dresser took up nearly half of the massive wall, with a big mirror upon it. 

“Wow,” Katara said in surprise, looking around the room. It was nothing like her hut back home.

Yue removed her parka, tossing it to the side, revealing her skin-tight purple tunic below. Aang got up to his feet, walking under his own power. His body was tired, but he had recovered some strength thanks to Katara’s healing. Both women could see his half-hard cock through the various holes in his breeches.

“Is it true that the Firebenders fight with sex as well as bending?” Yue asked Aang. “I’ve always wondered about that.”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Aang replied. “But not today. Even the female benders were more interested in murder than my dick. I did try, though.” 

Katara smirked. “We’ve been raped by a bunch of Fire Nation soldiers between here and the South Pole. Me and my brother.” 

“Oh my,” Yue gasped. “Men and women?”

“Guys for me, girls for Sokka,” Katara replied, removing her own parka, revealing that she was indeed wearing her own skin-tight tunic, which choked her breasts. “But it’s been interesting.” 

Aang slumped down on the bed, the soreness of his muscles making itself known again. Aang wasn’t sure he could stand again at all. He pulled himself up enough to begin removing his own clothes. Two battle-damaged boots fell to the ground, followed by his cloth gi, ripped and burned to shreds. His hands went to his breeches.

“Wait,” Yue said suddenly, putting out her hand. Aang looked at her in confusion, as did Katara.

“I-I want to do that myself,” she said, a bit bashfully. 

Katara purred. “Oh, I get it, you don’t just want him to whip it out. You want it to be an event.”

She sauntered over to Yue, swaying her massive hips. Yue looked down, blushing in embarrassment at the truth of Katara’s words. Katara reached out, grabbing Yue’s wide hips and pressing them against her own.

“Well, if you want it to be really special, we should make sure Aang is fully hard before we pull it out,” Katara suggested. 

Yue trembled in her hands, taken aback but enjoying Katara’s confidence. “H-how do we do that?” The princess asked, biting her finger.

“Like this,” Katara replied. She leaned in, placing her lips upon the Princess’s own. Yue yelped as Katara’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, exploring every inch of it. A moment later, she surrendered, closing her eyes and returning the intrusion with her own tongue, moving to explore Katara’s mouth. Aang gawked at the sight. Katara’s hands began to explore Yue’s form, rubbing all over her body, groping and squeezing. Yue’s own hand cupped Katara’s face, her other went to Katara’s massive chest, squeezing at the confined breast. Aang’s cock began to beat against his broken breeches. The sound of fabric tearing only enticed the two women to continue their embrace. Katara pressed her tongue into Yue’s cheek, making it bulge. Her hand went up, spanking hard into Yue’s ass. The princess yelped at the impact, jolting her form into Katara. She returned the favour a second later, taking her own hand from Katara’s breast and laying it hard into the bender’s ass.

Aang’s breeches continued to tear as his erection reached its full form, the broken clothes barely containing it. Aang stared in awe at the display before, completely enraptured by the lewd show. Finally, the two women broke their kiss, a thick line of drool connecting their lips. Yue was completely captured by Katara, staring with pure bliss on her face at the bimbo. Katara’s head turned, a smirk crossing her face at her handiwork. Aang’s erection was being held back by a few determined strands of clothes, all but revealed. As long as their arms, a meaty, thick Avatar cock just screaming for the two girls to worship it.

“Hey, Yue,” Katara tittered. “What do you think? As big as Sokka?”

Katara gestured with her thumb; the Princess’s head finally turned. 

“Oh,” Yue drew a shocked breath, a hand over her mouth as she gazed upon Aang’s massive member. “It’s so big!” 

“Mmhm,” Katara cheered. She took Yue by the hand, dragging her over to the edge of the bed. Both women sank to their knees, staring up at the half-freed cock. His bulbous cock head had a drop of pre-cum decorating the slit of the head, a tiny thing not ready to fall just yet. “This cock took my virginity,” Katara explained. “Aang taught me that the monks believe that we must let our genitalia breathe for a proper, healthy sex life.”

With that, Katara reached down and began undoing the sash that held her tunic in place. “So,” She continued as the tunic finally opened. Yue gawked as Katara’s massive tits flowed forth from behind her tunic. They were even bigger now that they were no longer constrained in her tight clothes. Massive, perky, sepia tits capped with gorgeous brown nipples standing at erection. “I always make sure to drain his balls twice a day at least. Once in the morning and once in the evening. I did that for Sokka too, but you’ve been handling that for me, I’ve heard.”

Katara paused, looking at the princess. Yue was staring at Katara with complete lust in her eyes. The bender glanced down at Yue’s own tunic, still tight on her body. Yue raised an eyebrow, confused as to why Katara had stopped. 

“Oh, right,” the princess realised, reaching down to begin to strip. Katara chuckled, moving to take off her breeches (a new pair without the damage to the crotch, but still skin tight). Yue did the same, and soon enough, the two Water Tribe women were completely naked. 

“Damn,” Katara admired Yue. “My brother’s stories don’t do that body justice.”

Yue blushed. “Thank you, I am quite fond of Sokka’s as well.” 

“Shame about the butt thing,” Katara noted, turning away.

“What butt thing?” Yue asked haughtily.

“Sokka said you don’t do anal,” Katara replied.

“I just … I will eventually,” Yue protested.

“It’s okay, Yue,” Aang said, propping himself up on his arms. “I don’t like anal either.”

Katara rolled her eyes. “You’re both missing out. A cock in my ass is how I want to start every day. But we don’t have time for that. Yue, do you want to do the honours?” Katara gestured to Aang’s cock. It looked like a prisoner trying to rip its way out of its cage, straining against the parts of Aang’s breeches that refused to tear. 

Yue sat up, reaching over to grab Aang’s breeches. She held the cloth in her hand for a moment; the half-freed cock was only inches from her face. She was completely mesmerised by it. Drool ran from her mouth on her soft lips. Finally, she tugged, slowly, wanting to savour every moment. Her fingers brushed against his root, making her moan from the mere glancing pass.

It’s so hot She realised. Inch by inch, Aang’s cock came forward. The thick, hard member was unending, it felt, reaching down past his knees. With a final tug, the breeches fell past Aang’s dangling feet and onto the floor. Both women stared up at the flesh spire that jutted from Aang’s pelvis. The massive, thic,k pale shaft swayed back and forth slightly. Two massive balls the size of their fists floated in a massive sack that pooled in between his athletic legs. 

Yue’s hand went up, reaching for the cock. It clasped on about halfway up, stroking slowly.

“I can’t even wrap my fingers around it,” She moaned. “It’s so thick.” 

Katara moaned in agreement. Her own hand went to Aang’s sack, kneading and massaging. “And these balls produce so much cum! If you thought my brother could shoot gallons, just wait until you have Aang, it’s like trying to swallow enough cum to impregnate the entire city.” 

Yue bit her lower lip, imagining a fountain of testicle batter escaping Aang’s cock. Yue was on her knees, sitting up as high as she could to reach the cock head. She pulled his cock down, levying it towards her mouth. The drop of pre-cum was still sitting there, waiting. Her tongue fell from her mouth, flicking at the shaft and taking the drop into her mouth. The taste sent Yue’s senses reeling, eyes fluttering shut as it hit her.

“That tastes sooooo good,” she moaned.

“And that’s just his pre-cum,” Katara replied. “Go ahead, suck on his cock, you’ll want to savour every inch of it if you want him to cum in your mouth.”

Yue stroked Aang’s shaft some more, feeling the thudding beat of his heart in the thick vein that ran up the side of it. Her mouth fell open, heading pushing forward. Her tongue licked the underside of his member as the bulbous head disappeared behind her teeth. Aang shuddered as Yue swallowed down inch after inch of him, effortlessly throating nearly ten inches of his member in seconds.

“Mmmmm,” Katara moaned, fingers digging into her twat, pleasuring herself on Yue’s lewd display of cock worship. Heavy gagging and slurping came from Yue’s throat as her head began to bob up and down the shaft, lips elongated to keep his cock inside her as long as possible. Bubbles escaped her lips, running down his shaft as it became slathered in her saliva. She used her hand already on the shaft to spread the spit around, giving it enough lubricant to really begin jerking off the Avatar. 

“How’s her throat feel?” Katara moaned, one hand kneading at her breast.

“Amazing,” Aang grunted. 

“Better than mine?” Katara asked.

Aang chuckled. “No one sucks cock like you, Katara.”

Katara smiled. “Damn right.”

Yue removed the cock from her mouth with a meaty pop. She held it aloft, slapping the spit-soaked member against the side of her face.

“Oh, Aang,” She moaned. “Your cock is so fucking big. No wonder Katara can’t resist it. I wish I had known sooner. Katara, you’re so lucky to have been spit roasted by such perfect fucking huge cocks!”

Katara snickered. “I know, now less talk, more suck, Aang’s not gonna cum just from you telling him how big his dick is.” 

“I can’t help it,” Yue moaned. “A cock like this needs to know how good it is. I’m soaked just from sucking on half of it! I want to swallow your cum, but my pussy wants you to stretch it with this thing! One cock turning my womb into its cum dump was one thing, but two?! My tiny-dicked fiancé won’t even be able to penetrate my pussy if it has the memory of being flooded by two massive cocks!” 

Katara purred at Yue’s lack of shame in every word. “Well then, how about getting to the main course then. Get up on the bed.”

Katara rose, shifting her body up onto the massive soft sheet. Aang waited as both Yue and Katara moved, and surrounded him with their nude forms. His cock bucked in excitement at their forms, swaying back and forth like a pendulum, trying to touch them both. Katara’s hand extended, wrapping around Aang’s shaft. Yue took hold as well, each girl masturbating about a foot of his penis, their hands meeting in the middle. Aang moaned at the silk touch of their soft hands. 

“Okay, Yue, I’ll let you have this,” Katara said seductively. “I've ridden this cock plenty of times. I think I’ll go to another place that I don’t take enough advantage of.” Katara shifted, moving closer to Aang’s head, releasing his cock. Her massive thighs came up and over Aang’s head, bracketing the monk’s face. Aang’s cock twitched and bucked wildly in Yue’s hand in excitement as Katara lowered her soaking wet pussy onto Aang’s face. The Avatar’s tongue leapt from his mouth, snaking deep into Katara’s cunt. The bender winced, blushing as Aang’s tongue expertly worked her tight snatch.

“Oh fffuck,” Katara moaned. “It’s as good as his cock.”

Katara moaned, saliva running like a fountain from her mouth as Aang’s tongue worked her cunt. Both his tired arms came up, gripping her fleshy thighs, fingers sinking into the skin. Yue was frozen for a moment. Again, the war drum of her heartbeat throbbed inside her. Her pussy was screaming at her to mount Aang and ride like it would end the war. The cock in her hand bucked and twitched wildly, trying to draw her in.

“Well,” Katara moaned. “Don’t sit there, you’re wasting a perfectly good cock!” 

Yue snapped back to. Her thick thighs swung over Aang’s crotch, her soaked pussy kissing his cock head. It was effortless; his cock sank deep into her waiting cunt. Yue paused as her leg hit the bed, basking in the feeling of the dick inside her. Katara purred as she saw the bulge in Yue’s lower stomach, a fat distortion made by Aang’s massive member. Katara’s hands came down, planting on Aang’s chest for support. Her massive bust was smushed together, squeezing her tits to their limit, accentuating their size. 

“Don’t make him do all the work,” Katara moaned. “He’s tired from fighting for us.” 

“Ri-right,” Yue moaned. Her own hands went down, stabilising herself upon Aang’s hips. She began to bounce on his cock. Her fat ass cheeks clapped and rippled from each impact. The princess bit her lower lip, swimming in ecstasy as Aang’s fat cock head cored its way up into her. 

“Oh fuck, it’s sooo big!” Yue moaned. “Katara, you’re so lucky to have so many big cocks at your beck and call!” 

“It’s more like oooh fuck other way around,” Katara moaned, shaking slightly as Aang’s tongue continued to slither inside her. “I am at their call. One w-word and I’ll drop to my knees for Sokka and Aang, no matter where or what we’re doing.” 

“Oh fuck,” Yue moaned as she grinded into Aang’s pelvis. She could feel his cock head kissing against her cervix. “He’s almost in my uterus! Harder!” 

“I wish his tongue was as long as his cock,” Katara moaned. “OH FUCK RIGHT THERE AANG!” 

Her entire body seized as an orgasm ripped through her nervous system. Yue watched as the Waterbender shook violently as she came, a torrent of squirt erupting from her cunt, splattering across Aang’s mouth. Yue shuddered, moaning at the sight.

“Oh, you squirt so much,” Yue moaned. “Sokka mentioned that.”

“I guess Sokka likes to tell his favourite cock whore about his other favourite cock whore,” Katara replied, wincing as the pleasure of her climax continued to ripple through her body. Yue thrust down on Aang's cock, feeling his cock head battering against the entrance to her cervix. 

“Oh fuck,” Yue moaned. “Fuck my womb! Fuck my womb!” 

She slammed herself down. Her ass cheeks clapped, echoing into the chamber. Yue let out a moaning coo, her face blushing hard. His fingers dug into Aang’s hips, gripping tightly, holding for dear life. She felt his bulbous, spongy cock head kiss the backside of her womb.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned. “It’s in my womb!” 

“Tell it how much you love it!” Katara moaned.

“I love it, Aang, the feeling of your massive cock in my cunt!” Yue moaned.

“Not him,” Katara moaned, grinding her cunt into Aang’s mouth, “He can’t hear you right now, my thighs are soundproof. Tell his cock.”

“H-his cock?” Yue blinked in confusion.

Katara nodded. She winced. Aang’s tongue lapped at her insides. One of his hands moved from her thighs, fingers deftly working her clit.

“FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR TONGUE!” Katara shrieked, throwing her head back. “FUCK IT LIKE IT'S YOURS!” 

Yue paused for a moment, basking in the feeling of Aang’s cock buried to the base inside her.

“Oh, your cock- I mean, you feel so good inside me,” Yue moaned. She felt Aang’s cock twitch inside her, pressing against her body, the bulge in her cunt bouncing against her skin. 

Katara was right Yue thought. She gripped Aang’s hips again, steadying herself. Her bottom half lifted high before slamming down just as quickly. Yue put all her effort into her hips, bouncing wildly on Aang’s pelvis.

“Fuck me!” She moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck my slutty cunt! Fill me up with your cum! I know those nuts must be full, empty them into my womb!” 

“Yes, tell it what you wannnnttt!” Katara shrieked her way through another climax. Her cunt sprayed squirt across Aang’s chest and torso, splattering across the monk’s body.

“I want it to cum inside me!” Yue moaned. “I want to fantasise about fucking the Avatar when my loser fiancé tries to do that horrid thing he calls sex!” 

“FUCK HER!” Katara shrieked. “PAINT HER CUNT WHITE!” 

“Yes, please,” Yue moaned as she continued to bounce hard on the hard member. “I want to be stuffed with cum and see if that idiot notices!” 

Katara grinded herself into Aang’s mouth as Yue grinded down on Aang’s pelvis, each in the throes of pure pleasure as Aang’s cock and tongue worked them over. The two women locked eyes, their blurry vision snapping to focus as they gazed deeply into each other’s beauty.

Both women leapt forward into each other, their hands wrapping around each other’s nude backs. Their tongues collided in an open-mouth kiss. Katara’s fat tits slammed into Yue’s own meagre chest, their brown nipples circling each other.

Their dirty talk died, turning to a lewd cacophony of moans from both women as they continued to slam their pussies down into Aang. Fingers dug into each other’s backs, grasping each other as pleasure cascaded over their bodies. 

Oh fuck! Katara thought as her cunt clenched yet again.

I’m cumming! Yue screamed in her mind. Both women contracted around Aang’s appendages like tight wet vices. The exhausted Avatar shuddered beneath them. Yue felt Aang’s sack contracting against her big butt cheeks. Her eyes opened in shock, and she screamed into Katara’s mouth. The waterbender opened her eyes, glancing down to watch as the princess’s stomach began to expand, ballooning with Aang’s cum as he dumped gallons into her.

I’m so fucking jealous Katara thought to herself, pressing her tongue against Yue’s. The Princess was shaking, quivering in the aftershock of her own release as Aang’s continued to dump into her. They broke their kiss, a line of drool connecting their tongues, hanging from their mouths. Yue was panting wildly, completely overtaken by the pleasure.

“So … much … cummmm,” she moaned out, her body shaking. 

Katara purred. “And that’s just his first load.” 

The sound of the axe on the whetstone was drilling into Sokka’s ears. Not from his own, no. It was from the poor work of his newfound companion just next to him in the barracks. Hahn’s axe was developing a strange groove to it, sloppy work, the southern warrior noted, but the fiancé seemed not to care, basking in his own glory as he began explaining life in the Northern tribe to the ‘southern peasant’. Sokka paid it little mind until a certain white-haired woman with a massive ass came up. 

“Let me tell you, Soakka,” Hahn said, putting too much emphasis on the O. “I’ve fucked a lot of girls, but Yue is the best. She’s like ice melting in my hand, always begging to even suck on it.”

“Uh-huh,” Sokka rolled his eyes, remembering everything awful Yue said about him. 

“All that ass, such a sight, and she comes with the most perks,” he continued.

“Perks?” Sokka asked indignantly, glancing at the man. 

“I mean,” Hahn scoffed. “Yue’s nice and everything, and a total slut for my dick, but the points I’ll get with the Chief aren’t bad either.”

“Princess Yue is wasted on a self-absorbed weasel like you.” The words came from Sokka’s mouth before he could stop them. He looked away, gritting his teeth in anger.

“Whoa, what the fuck did you just say?” Hahn hissed, glaring at Sokka. “What the hell do you care? You’re just a simple rube from the Southern Tribe. What would you know of the political complexities of our life?”

He stepped off the grindstone, turning to Sokka. “No offence, I heard from one of my pals training with your whore sister about how the Southern Tribe is a bunch of bimbo sluts, old ladies, and kids,” He scoffed. “You clearly are too simple to get what matters.”

Sokka turned, anger in his face. He brought his axe up, unsure what he was swinging for. Hahn leapt back from the swing. Sokka dove forward, wrapping his arms around Hahn and tackling him to the ground. They rolled through the barracks, gaining everyone’s attention.

“You’re just a fucking jackass without a soul! No offence!” Sokka shouted, landing a punch on Hahn’s face. The Northern warrior threw his weight around, knocking Sokka to the ground. 

Hahn grabbed at his face, pulling Sokka’s hair from his wolf tail. Sokka grabbed at Hahn, trying to push the man off him. The Northern warrior punched down, hitting Sokka right on the nose, slamming his head into the icy floor. 

“That’s enough!” Arnook’s voice boomed. Both men were pulled apart by the Chief with ease, surprising both - the strength of such a skinny man. “Sokka, you’re off the mission.”

Blood poured from Sokka’s nose, the warrior stunned into silence.

“Alright, fall in, men!” Hahn shouted, trying to get a grasp on the situation. The other warriors moved around Sokka and Hahn in a wide path, wondering what had sparked the brawl. “Everybody listen to what I say, and we’ll take out this Admiral Cho in no time!”

“It’s Admiral Zhao,” Sokka hissed, but the warriors ignored him, moving off to prepare. 

Sokka crossed his arms, gritting his teeth in anger.

The near-full moon shone down overhead. The coldness of the night was unlike anything Zuko had ever experienced. He paddled slowly through the choppy, ice-cold water, trying to avoid splashing too much into his boat. The curtain wall of the Northern Water Tribe was mere yards from him. He pulled his paddle from the water, letting the currents carry him in. He could hear his heartbeat thudding hard in his chest. His gaze was upon the watchmen, silently trying to will them not to spot him. 

They didn’t. The banished prince beached his craft upon a chunk of ice attached to the polar cap just off to the side of the curtain wall. He sprinted up the icy slope, the cleats of his boots digging in to provide a grip. He leaned over, staring up. A few dozen guards on patrol, too many to sneak past on such a bright night. 

The braying of an animal brought his attention around Sea Lion-Turtles, a whole group of them. They dove into an opening in the ice, disappearing below the surface. Zuko waited a moment, but they did not return. He glanced out into the frozen ocean, finding not a trace of them. 

Where are they going? The prince wondered. He moved over to the gap, inspecting it. The frigid water was a mirror in the moonlight. It was completely still, not a ripple in it. Not a sign of a single animal.

They’re coming up for air somewhere Zuko thought.

He pulled the cloth down from his mouth. With a deep breath, the Fire Prince dove into the frigid water, the temperature shock nearly freezing him. He persisted, kicking his legs and paddling his hands. His visibility was low as he swam deeper and deeper into the water. He glanced back, the hole he had entered barely a speck of lighter dark blue against a sea of darkness. The prince turned his head, determined to keep on his path. The darkness and cold of his predicament settled in; he was deaf underwater as well, another sense robbed from him. His body was going numb. He bent fire from his fingertips; it turned to bubbles instantly, but it was so dark the prince could only sense them by his numbing touch, unable to see them.

His lungs were beginning to plead for air, his supply already dwindling. The prince stopped, looking around in the darkness, and his body began to shift. He realised he no longer knew which way was up. He swam on, trying to find his way. He couldn’t be sure which way was back where he came. It was now all about finding the exit.

In the darkness, a speck formed in his vision. The prince was unsure if it was from the lack of air or something he could call salvation. He swam for it, feeling his legs numbing out with each kick. It was getting closer, but very slowly. His lungs were screaming at him, pleading for him to breathe. Bubbles escaped Zuko’s lips, his lungs begging to be refilled. 

He reached the dot, now a large circle. His hands leapt for it, breaching the surface. He kicked hard, leaping through the hole in the ice into a cave. He gasped, gulping down air as his cold, wet form slammed down onto the cold ground. His entire body was shaking badly. The prince released several Breaths of Fire, illuminating the area and warming his insides. 

The Sea Lion-Turtles were all lowing and braying at him, surprised and upset by the intruder. Zuko scrambled up to his knees, his soaking wet ponytail flopping against his neck. He turned angrily to the fellow occupants of the cave. 

“Be quiet!” He snapped. To his surprise, the beast did as he demanded, falling silent. Zuko rose, walking past the gathered animals and further into the ice cavern. The lowing began again, but at this point, the prince didn’t care.

In the back of the cavern was a massive break in the wall, from which water flowed down into a pool. Zuko examined it in the darkness. A small bit of light was coming from it. The gash was big enough for him to climb into. 

It’s flowing, meaning it must be exposed to air He thought. The prince leapt onto the wall, digging his cleats into the ice. His hands plunged into the torrent, finding the force of water nearly overpowering. He gripped hard into the slippery ice, burning handholds for himself. With this and his cleats, he began to climb through the narrow tunnel as cold water buffeted his face. As he climbed, he felt his lungs begin to cry again, but he tried to ignore it. His cleats slipped, nearly sending him tumbling back down the current. He gripped hard into the ice, even as his fingers began to numb again. His feet planted again, he climbed. Finally, he reached the top of the drain. He pushed up, lifting away from the suction and began to float. Above was the glow of something. He swam for it. His face breached the surface.

The fire prince gasped, gulping in the air. After a moment, he steadied his breathing. Another moment more, he took a deep breath and ducked his head underwater, glancing about. It seemed like a massive stone bowl filled with water. Except for a gap in the stones, the only way forward. He resurfaced, pulling in another deep breath, then dove and swam for the opening. 

Once again, the prince was surrounded by darkness, swimming blindly through the icy waters of the North Pole. Finally, a deep blue light appeared around the corner of the cave. Zuko swam as fast as his numbing body allowed. Above him, he saw moonlight, unmistakable. He swam up, his lungs beginning to scream again. His hands hit the thick ice, stopping him in his tracks.

He hit his arms against the ice, but it wouldn’t break. His numb arms were weak from the journey. The breath escaped his lips, dissipating against the ice. His legs were weak, too, and the prince began to sink. 

He rallied all the strength he had left, swimming up to press himself against the ice. He focused on his numbing arms. The ice above lit up red, burning and melting against his bending, battling against the cold water which was surrounding him. The lack of oxygen was making the process nigh impossible. His hands slowly began to sink into the ice as it melted. His lungs were screaming for air. 

C’mon! Zuko pleaded, feeling his lungs twisting inside him. His legs were completely numb, a headache forming from the lack of air, and even his eyes were feeling weaker.

His hands broke through, the cold air of the North Pole colliding with them. He bent the cold water away, burning and melting the ice above his head. He surfaced, gasping desperately for air. With the last of his strength, Zuko crawled from the water, lying down in the pipe of ice he found himself in. His body was shaking from the cold. He tossed a few pathetic Breaths of Fire to warm his insides, but it only did so much.

Sokka was sitting in the corner of the barracks. His hands angrily worked his boomerang, sharpening the edge of it. Footsteps entered the room, but Sokka ignored them, continuing his work. 

“Is something wrong, Sokka?” The chief asked, his voice echoing in the empty barracks.

“Oh no,” Sokka hissed. “Hahn’s out there on the top-secret mission, while I’m here sharpening my boomerang. Everything’s fine.”

The chief sighed at Sokka’s anger before speaking again. “Listen to me. I took you off the mission for selfish reasons. I have a special task in mind for you.”

“What?” Sokka asked, turning to the Chief. “You want me to scrub the barracks?”

“I want you to guard my daughter, Princess Yue,” Arnook replied.

Sokka was stunned for a moment. The warrior rose to his feet, swallowing hard. “Oh … sure, that shouldn’t be too hard,” Sokka replied sheepishly. “But … why?”

“I believe that Yue will be more willing to follow your orders than another household guard I might appoint. She is willful, and this battle is almost certainly going to weigh on her,” Arnook replied. “I don’t want her doing anything rash.”

Sokka nodded. “Where is she now?”

“She and Katara were helping Aang recover from his injuries,” Arnook replied. “Where, I am not sure.”

“I’ll go find her then,” Sokka replied. Arnook nodded, turning to leave the barracks.

“FUCK! DEEPER! EVERY INCH INSIDE ME! WHERE YOUR COCK BELONGS!” Katara screamed, not giving a care as to how soundproof Yue’s room was. The busty Waterbender was bent over the thick bed, legs planted on the carpeted floor, ass arched up into the air. Aang had regained enough strength to stand, now holding Katara by her hips as his fat cock cored into her cunt, slamming the tip repeatedly into her womb. Katara’s fat tits were pressed into Yue’s mouth, the princess sucking and biting hard at Katara’s endless chest. The princess was pinned under Katara’s weighty bust, with her own cum-inflated stomach rising to caress Katara’s skin. Yue’s teeth sank into Katara’s breast, leaving a small mark.

“YES! MARK MY FUCKING TITS!” Katara moaned lewdly. Her tongue fell from her mouth, dripping saliva down onto Yue’s forehead, but the slutty princess did not seem to care. Yue moaned as she sucked on Katara’s nipple, taking a moment to circle her tongue around it. 

“Your tits are so sensitive, Katara,” Yue noted. “I’m surprised you can wear such a tight tunic without being constantly aroused.”

“I am though!” Katara moaned. “That’s why I hate wearing breeches, they get in the way of the cocks that can alleviate how horny I am all the time!”

“And with these kinds of cocks around, I can’t imagine it’s easy to resist,” Yue moaned. “Aang, I’m surprised you can ever concentrate with this fucking body nearby all the time! If I had a cock, a proper cock like Sokka or Aang, I’d be in your cunt at every minute of the day!” 

“Oh, Yue,” Katara moaned. “I’d love to bend the cum out of your balls!” 

Yue’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “You can bend cum?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Katara moaned as an orgasm rippled through her body. She was coated in sweat from the workout Aang was giving her.

“She does it all the time,” Aang grunted. He slammed himself to the hilt inside Katara’s cunt. 

“OH FUCK! IT’S ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME!” Katara moaned. Her torso collapsed forward, pressing her weight into Yue. Some of the cum in Yue’s cunt came out, soaking Katara’s thicc, sweaty thighs. Yue shuffled up, bringing her face closer to Katara’s. The waterbender glanced down at Yue. Their eyes locked for a moment in a lustful gaze. The two women locked their lips together yet again, Yue caressing Katara’s face with her soft hand. Aang continued to slam-fuck his way into Katara’s womb. Each impact made her ass ripple and clap, filling the room with the plap plap plap plap plapof the impacts of his pelvis into her fleshy ass. His nut sack swung up, battering her clit and heightening the waterbender’s arousal. Yue’s free hand was on her breast, kneading and massaging the spots left sore by her sucking and biting earlier. Katara’s body was completely surrendered to her two partners, lavishing in the full use of her form. 

She moaned deep into Yue’s mouth, her cunt contracting around Aang’s cock. A splatter of squirt coated the Monk’s crotch. Aang paid it little mind, continuing to piston deep in Katara’s soaking cunt. Yue and Katara broke their kiss, Yue watching as Katara’s face contorted with pleasure, her entire body shaking and bouncing in tandem with Aang’s impactful thrusts.

“Here it comes, Katara,” Aang grunted.

“INSIDE!” Katara pleaded. “JUST LIKE YUE! MAKE US YOUR CUM STUFFED SLUTS!” 

“Do it, Aang!” Yue moaned. “Stuff her womb with your massive cock’s load! Pump her full of the cum that only huge cocks like that can produce!” 

“Y-you really are a size queen slut,” Katara moaned. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Yue bit her lip.“I just like it big, everything big.” She squeezed Katara’s fat tit in her hand, making the waterbender coo. 

“I wish I had great big tits like these, to wrap around all the fat cocks,” Yue mused. “All I have are these meagre buds.” 

She cupped her own near-flat chest, pinching her nipple.

“Oh, shush,” Katara moaned. “Your body is gorgeous! It’s ooooooh fuck, so perfect. Cum for me, Aang!”

“I’m cumming!” Aang grunted. He slammed his cock to its hilt into Katara again.

“YES, FILL ME UP! A CUM STUFFED SLUT!” Katara shrieked. Her hands balled up the furs of the bed, her entire form bracing. Yue felt a new weight on her own cum stuffed stomach. She looked down through Katara’s chest to watch the waterbender’s stomach begin to expand, swelling with the gallons of seed Aang was dropping into her. Their two guts competed for space as Katara continued to grow. The Waterbender was shaking, quivering her way through her own release as Aang poured into her. 

Such stamina from the both of them Yue reflected. She reached up, cupping Katara’s face. The bender looked to the princess in confusion, only for her lips to meet Yue’s yet again. Their tongues battle for dominance in each other’s mouths as Katara moaned her way through Aang’s release. 

Katara's long moan became haggard breaths, her tongue relaxing, letting Yue take control. Aang’s flaccid cock fell from Katara’s cum stuffed cunt, slick in his own, Yue, and Katara’s releases. 

He collapsed to the floor, sitting on his ass and panting heavily.

“That was … all of it,” Aang grunted.

“Mmm, I can tell,” Katara replied, shaking her ass. She pulled herself up off of Yue, finding her legs like jelly. She ran a hand over her stomach, now as swollen as her tits. “So much cum.”

“You can cum so much!” Yue exclaimed, sitting up on the bed. “Enough to swell me and Katara like we’re pregnant!” 

“The weird thing is, I don’t even feel tired,” Katara noted. “Usually after a few hours of sex like that, even I am tuckered out.”

“It’s probably the full moon,” Yue replied. “It’s increasing your stamina, both of you.”

“What do you mean?” Katara asked.

“The Legends say the moon was the first waterbender,” Yue explained as cum leaked from her cunt onto her bed fur. Katara listened attentively as Aang’s seed trickled down her thick legs, “Our ancestors saw how it pushed and pulled the tides, and learned how to do it themselves. Waterbenders draw their power from the moon.”

Katara nodded. “I’ve always noticed my Waterbending is strong at night. And our nighttime threesomes lasted longer than our early morning ones,” Katara noted. 

“Our Strength and Stamina come from the Spirit of the Moon,” Yue explained, “Our life comes from the Spirit of the Ocean. They work together to keep balance.”

“The Spirits!” Aang leapt to his feet, plagued with an idea in his wild eyes. “Maybe I can find Them and get Their help!” 

Yue raised a curious eyebrow at the Avatar, “How can you do that?”

“The Avatar is the bridge between our world and the Spirit World,” Katara explained. “Aang can talk to Them!” 

Yue’s face lit up, excited by the idea. “Maybe They can give you the wisdom to win this battle!”

“Or maybe They’ll unleash a crazy-amazing Spirit attack on the Fire Nation!”

Aang gestured wildly with his idea, but found it was met with disinterest from both Yue and Katara. “Or wisdom,” He chuckled nervously. “That’s good too.”

“The only problem is last time you got to the Spirit World by accident,” Katara noted. “How are you gonna get there this time?”

“I have an idea,” Yue perked up from the bed. “Get dressed and follow me.”

She leapt from the bed, landing on her feet. She winced and gasped, taking a moment as the cum in her stomach sloshed around inside her, nearly sending her over the edge with another finish. 

Katara chuckled. “I know, it’s hard to adjust.”

The trio dressed (Aang had a spare set of gi on Appa, though he noted he was starting to run out of the outfits he had packed when he ran away). Yue led them away from the Palace towards the back. It was a yard with a large ice shed that sat next to a tall fence made of stone. It was clearly worked, smooth and carved with a thatched roof of tiles upon it. On the opposite wall from the Palace was a small wooden door in the wall. Yue led them to it, presenting it to both Katara and Aang. Momo had joined them, skittering around Aang’s shoulder.

It was a cold night, the near-full moon hanging overhead. After the day of battle, the city was almost too quiet. 

“So this is the way to the Spirit World?” Aang asked. 

Yue chuckled. “No. You’ll have to get there on your own. But, I can take you to the most Spiritual place in the entire North Pole.” She reached down, opening the old wooden door. It swung open on its brass hinges. Aang had to duck down to enter. 

What he saw inside nearly took his breath away. Two large stone walkways butted against the Ice cap that the tribe was built into. The sheer walls ran backwards to a point where a waterfall tumbled down into a large pond, which filled the area between the two walkways. In the centre of the pond, connected to both walkways by white wooden bridges, was a patch of grass and flowers. A wooden structure was erected in the middle. A smaller pond of water, more brightly coloured, sat in the middle of the green patch. The air of the room was warm, whipping around the trio as they entered.

Aang sprinted forward, leaping across the large pond to land softly on the small island. “I never thought I’d miss grass this much!” Aang exclaimed as he dug his fingers into the dew-soaked blades. He flipped over, landing completely splayed out on the ground.

“It’s so warm here!” Katara exclaimed as she reached down to remove her parka. “How is that possible?”

“It’s the centre of all spiritual energy in our land,” Yue explained, stripping her parka off as well.

Momo made her way to the smaller pond, looking inside. A black fish with a white dot upon its head, circling a white fish with a black dot. The Lemur-Bat wasted no time, splashing her hand around, trying to catch one of them to eat. She stopped when two shadows loomed overhead. Katara and Yue, both still sporting bloated bellies (though they had shrunk considerably on the walk over), glared down at the Lemur-Bat. She scampered away, content with the berries growing on the bushes near the wooden gate that sat on the island. 

Aang made his way over to the gate, looking around the area. His shoulders felt less tense, the tiredness and stress in his head gone. “You’re right, Yue,” he noted. “I can feel … something. It’s so … tranquil.” 

He dropped to the ground, sitting cross-legged and began to concentrate on crossing over. 

“Why is he sitting like that?” Yue asked.

“He’s meditating,” Katara replied. “Trying to cross over into the Spirit World. It takes all his concentration.”

“Is there any way we can help?” Yue asked curiously.

“How about some fucking quiet!” Aang exclaimed, looking at both women, “Come on, guys! I can hear every word you’re saying!” 

“Yue!” Sokka’s voice echoed through the area. 

Aang grunted in annoyance as silence alluded him again.

“Sokka!” Yue cheered, “What are you doing here?”

“My father tasked me with protecting you during the battle,” Sokka replied. He strolled over across the stoneway. “Man, it’s warm in here. What are you guys doing?”

“Aang is trying to crossover into the Spirit World to ask for help,” Katara explained, gesturing to Aang, sitting rather annoyed on the ground.

“Neat,” Sokka nodded. “Well, while he’s doing that, how about we have some fun.”

“Mmm, yes, please,” Yue moaned, rushing over to kiss Sokka. 

“You guys go,” Katara said. “I’ll stay with Aang.”

“Can you go fuck somewhere else?” Aang asked. “I am trying to focus!”

“Yeah, sure, buddy,” Sokka chuckled. “Is there anything soft in that shed I saw?”

“Let’s go find out!” Yue tittered. The couple ran off, sprinting out of the Oasis.

Aang sighed, finally alone with just Katara and Momo. He glanced down into the pool, spotting the two fish. A strange calmness overtook him. Aang’s eyelids felt heavy, the world melting away from him. The black and white began to blur, turning into Yin and Yang on a black canvas. Aang’s tattoos and eyes glowed.

He’s in the Spirit World! Katara smiled Perfect! Just have to not disturb his body…

Katara bit her lip, spotting Aang’s erection in his breeches. Despite him being ‘drained’, she felt herself getting wet from the memory of what was less than ten minutes ago. 

Fuck, it looks painful, I should at least let it breath She thought, moving forward towards Aang.

“Hand over the Avatar, girl!” A familiar voice growled. 

Katara’s heart nearly leapt from her chest as she turned her head. Zuko, dressed in grey, with a rather wounded face, stood on the wooden bridge, fists clenched, ready to strike.

“Zuko?!” She exclaimed, “No…”

“Yes,” Zuko hissed. “Hand him over, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

The fire prince took a ready stance, preparing to fight. Katara did the same, ready to put all she had learned to the test. Her head turned slightly, looking at Aang’s body, completely helpless behind her.

I had a feeling we’d see him … Katara thought. She relaxed her stance. Her hands went to her chest, pulling at her tunic. She took her heavy tits in her hand, pulling them from the fabric.

“Can’t you hear what I said?!” Zuko barked. “I said- … Wh-what? What’re you doing?”

I could try and fight Katara thought as her tits jiggled free, erect nipples capping her massive breasts but I think I have an easier way to stall while Aang is in the Spirit World.

Zuko’s cock bounced against his tight thermal breeches, even more prominent from just how skin-tight the outfit was.

Perfect, I knew he couldn’t resist Katara thought, licking her lips. Her hands went to her breeches, pulling them down to look closer to how she had most of the times she and Zuko had met. 

“C’mon, Zuko,” Katara cooed. “Let’s have a proper reunion.” 

Zuko sneered. “Fine, I’ll indulge you, whore. And once you’re fucked into a coma, I’ll take my prize.” 

Zuko grabbed the hem of his breeches, pulling them down to expose his massive, pale cock. Katara purred at the sight as she peeled her tunic off properly. 

“Remember this?” Zuko sneered, grabbing his cock. “I’m sure its memory is burned into that slutty cunt of yours, and I don’t mean that metaphorically.”

Katara snickered. “If you think that’s enough to intimidate me, you’re dead wrong. That dick is just one of the dozens my cunt has conquered!”

“In that case,” Zuko began to move over to her. “How about I conquer another hole?”

Katara gasped as Zuko’s arms leapt out, his hands grabbing her wrists. Her cunt was soaked instantly from the rough handling of her form by the enemy. He spun her around, thrusting her down to the ground hard. Katara grunted as her tits took the blow, bouncing off the water-soaked grass. Her fat ass and wide hips were high in the air, presenting themselves to Zuko.

The fire prince dropped to one knee, pressing his cock against her asshole. Katara couldn’t help but let out a small eek of excitement. Between Sokka being busy with Princess Yue, Aang’s reluctance to, and her own focus on training so intensely she hadn’t even so much as flashed her fellow pupils, the Water Tribe butt slut suddenly realised just how neglected her favourite hole had become over the course of their stay in the North Pole. Her cunt was weeping in excitement as Zuko’s pale member pressed against her eagerly awaiting hole.

I want him to be as rough as possible Katara realised As rough as he was when he raped me by the riverbed.

Her arm shot backwards, throwing some of the water that soaked the ground all around them at Zuko. The fire prince took the blast to the face, grunting as he was soaked. He struck, launching a fireball that grazed her head, then grabbed her wrist, holding her in place.

“Take it, you Water Tribe whore!” He exclaimed. 

With a quick thrust that sent Katara reeling, Zuko’s cock plunged into her waiting asshole. A high-pitched cooing moan escaped Katara’s lips as her asshole stretched wide to allow Zuko’s turgid shaft to slide inch after inch into her. 

He’s so fucking big! Katara thought, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back into her head It’s stretching me soooooo good!

The fire prince’s thrusts were brutal, slamming into Katara’s ass as hard as Sokka slammed into her pussy. His hand came up, spanking her ass hard, leaving a massive red welt instantly. He did so again, four times in rapid succession. Katara moaned and shrieked pathetically at each one, clenching her ass tight around Zuko’s cock. After the fifth smack, Zuko’s hand grabbed tightly into Katara’s fleshy cheek, gripping the massive butt without a single bit of gentleness.

“Don’t think you can distract me!” Zuko grunted as his cock continued to core out Katara’s ass. “After you’re all worn out, I’m leaving with the Avatar!”

“Then you’re gonna have to fuck harder than that!” Katara cried, beginning to thrust backwards into Zuko, shaking and grinding her ass against his pelvis. “I’ve had my throat fucked harder than what you’re giving me right now.”

Hehe … little does he know Waterbenders can fuck all night during a full moon without rest!! Katara thought as she continued to slam herself against Zuko’s member. 

Her massive butt jiggled and bounced hypnotically, taking Zuko’s full attention. He grunted and groaned, thrusting harder and harder into her.

“YESSSS!” Katara screamed. Her entire body was swaying with Zuko’s thrusts, her massive tits swaying back and forth, brushing and tickling against the grass blades beneath her. Her face was flushed with arousal, eyes full of stars, tongue hanging from her lips, drooling without shame. “YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY ASS!”

She yelped as a blast of fire landed in front of her. She recoiled, shunting back into Zuko. “Quiet, you Water Tribe whore! You won’t keep enjoying it when I pump your guts full of searing cum!”

“BURN MY FUCKING GUTS LIKE YOU DID MY WOMB!” Katara’s front half collapsed into the ground, presenting her massive ass even more lewdly to Zuko. She shook and twerked her cheeks, trying to entice him to fuck her harder. “I WANT TO FEEL YOU BOILING CUM DUMP INTO MY INNARDS! IT DOESN’T MATTER, I JUST NEED CUM!” 

Zuko spanked her ass hard, his other hand going to her hair, still down from the several-hour sex fest she and Aang and Yue had enjoyed. He yanked on it hard, pulling her up and pulling her back into an unnatural arc. Katara moaned in pleasure and pain as her spine cracked. Zuko’s cock began to protrude from her stomach with a thrust bulge rising just below her ribs. 

“FFUUCCKKK!” Katara moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Zuko’s hand came around, squeezing tightly around her throat.

“You’re a mouthy little whore,” Zuko grunted. “I don’t like screamers!” 

He thrust harder into her, hilting himself to the base in her ass.

Fuuuuuuuck, he’s turning my insides into liquid! Katara could barely string a thought together If it wasn’t for this Full Moon Boost, I’d be a puddle of slut juice right now! I need to even the playing field.

Katara's arm came around, bending a slicing shot of water at Zuko from the side. The firebender spotted the attack, releasing her hair to pull his hand up, bending a shield of fire. Katara collapsed forward, her tits absorbing the impact, water sloshing up from where she hit the grass. She wasted no time, pushing backwards to swallow Zuko’s entire cock into her asshole. She ground hard into him.

C’mon! Cum! Cum inside me! I don’t care if you melt my stomach; I have to protect Aang! Katara gritted her teeth, watching Zuko wincing in pleasure. Her hands began to dance through the air. Zuko’s hands shot forward, seizing Katara's. His body weight shifted forward, slamming Katara back to the ground. His entire body was over hers now, cock still buried deep in her ass. Her legs were splayed, arms pinned closed to her body, unable to raise themselves as Zuko’s full weight pressed down on her.

“I know you Waterbenders can affect a lot more than just water,” Zuko grunted. “I’m not letting you end this that easily!”

“OH FUCK!” Katara screamed. “YOU’RE SPLITTING MY ASS IN TWO!”

Katara shrieked in pleasure and pain as Zuko picked up his pace, slam-fucking his cock balls deep in Katara’s asshole. Katara struggled for a while, but found herself completely at Zuko’s mercy. She gritted her teeth, trying not to scream, denying him at least some satisfaction. Katara wasn’t sure how long Zuko had her like that, but all the while she was completely pinned, hands sealed to the ground by Zuko’s ass, he thrust hard into. 

He’s gonna fuck me raw and then some! Katara thought Wait, is … that the sun?!

A glint hit her eyes from over the horizon, just behind the palace.

I need to end this soon! We’ve been fucking for hours already, how has he not busted?! He’s been raping me all night! 

Katara felt her stamina beginning to wane as the sun climbed higher into the sky. Her own orgasm was beginning to build. And still, Zuko pounded his cock into relentlessly. 

I need to get out of here and make him cum! I’ve been holding this climax off all night, I’m gonna squirt gallons, and if I don’t let it out before the sun comes up, it's over! Katara realised. 

She pressed her forehead into the grass, desperately trying to figure out a way out of the situation.

“You’ve been quiet for a while now,” sneered Zuko. “Finally learn your place beneath a royal cock like this?”

Katara gritted her teeth. Zuko’s voice was close to her ear, the sensual but aggressive whisper was sending Katara close to the edge. 

“Actually,” Katara breathed in. “I prefer to be on top!”

She thrust her head backwards, slamming her skull into Zuko’s mouth and nose.

“FUCK!” Zuko exclaimed. His grip on her arms loosened, just enough. Katara thrust her arm out, putting her hand out of reach for just a moment.

“Willful bitch!” Zuko hissed, reaching for her hand.

Katara flexed her hand, focusing on the sloshing brew in Zuko’s balls. She flicked her wrist.

“SHIT!” Zuko froze. His hands returned to Katara, this time seizing her thin waist. He gritted his teeth as his orgasm started without his permission. Katara felt his massive cock hilt to the base inside her ass. The glare of the sun hit her eyes as it rose over the tip of the Palace. He arched backwards, releasing a massive jet of flame from his mouth, screaming his way through his finish. 

“FUUUUUCK!” Katara screamed as the familiar pain of boiling cum entered her guts. Her ears filled with tears as her innards burned.

Her cunt clenched as she was sent careening over the edge. Her cunt unloaded, spraying a gushing torrent of squirt from between her splayed legs, filling the pond of the Koi Fish behind her. Katara screamed at the top of her lungs, eyes snapped shut as her stomach swelled with burning cum. Her cunt continued to spray, dumping gallons of her squirt and grool into the pond, noticeably filling it. The powerful torrent of girl-juice arched through the air like a fountain. Zuko, meanwhile, wasn’t letting a single drop of cum escape her, making sure to dump every last ounce as she forced him to empty his balls into her. 

Katara’s finish died first, the spray of squirt losing force, slowing to trickle as the last flew from her cunt, soaking the already watery grass beneath her legs. Zuko’s own release finished a moment later, steam and smoke rising from Katara’s red-raw ass and well-spanked cheeks. 

“You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun,” Zuko sneered, slamming another painful spank onto Katara’s ass. 

Katara panted, her body quivering in aftershock of both pleasure and pain. 

“Ready for round two, Zuko?” Katara whispered as she rolled over, basking in the afterglow of her finish. No response came.

“Zuko?” She opened her eyes. The sun was further up in the sky than before, and no one else was around. She sat up, seeing a pool of cum that had leaked from her asshole, sitting in burned grass.

Zhao had not slept; he had not even left the deck of his ship. All through the night, his eyes were locked straight ahead upon the ice cap. His prize, his legacy before him. The light of the morning finally caressed the ship from behind, brightening the waters.

“It’s daybreak at least,” the Admiral smiled to himself. “Let’s write history.”

Iroh had come to join him on the deck, now without his hooded cloak. 

Ahead of them, the first of their landing parties advanced, slamming their ships through the ice curtain wall. Troops poured into the city. The siege was over; the true battle for the Northern Water Tribe had begun. 

“The Water Tribe can try to resist the inevitable,” The Admiral mused. “But their city will fall today.”