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Warmth	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 39623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARMTH chapter 2
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Aang did not move right away, he was too shocked by the whole situation. He could see how Katara looked away, as if she was ashamed of herself, and wondered if Zuko had done this to her before.
Katara looked up for a moment, but not at the Avatar, but the man who had seduced her and blinked when she saw him raise his arm in a clear gesture of beckoning and confusion was evident in her face.
Was he going to punish Aang? For spying on them? Right now she just felt too humiliated to care either way and she could not even climb out of the spring. Doing so would reveal her naked body to both the Prince and the Avatar. And what would Aang think of her? Would the Avatar think of her as…as some whore or floozy, for letting the Prince do this to her? Would he even understand?
She and Aang had always had such a wonderful relationship, he… was the best friend she had ever had and she felt… as if she had betrayed him, which was… the most unpleasant feeling she had ever experienced outside of the despair she had felt after her mother’s death.
Aang considered running, but what was the point? They both knew that he had been watching and he couldn’t run forever, and he certainly couldn’t run from what he had seen. Like many other… memories, the images would haunt him in his mind.
After seeing the look that passed between Katara and Zuko back at camp, he had felt compelled to follow them. He… hadn’t liked the looks that had passed between the two. He especially hadn’t like the way that Katara looked at the fire prince.
Zuko.
Ever since the older boy had joined their group, his friendship with Katara had been strained.
Aang didn’t know why he felt the knot inside his stomach when he thought about the two of them. He didn’t know what he was feeling was jealousy, because he hadn’t ever felt it before.
He followed Zuko out into the woods, with the intent of confronting him and telling him to stay away from Katara – to leave her alone. But then he saw Katara in the water, and he froze. She was… she was beautiful. He had never seen her like that before. Her dark, wet skin nearly glistened in the moonlight; her reflection on the water was almost ethereal.
And then Zuko came up behind her, also naked. Aang was going to step in then -- he really was -- but Katara had told Zuko to leave her alone and he didn’t want to embarrass her, thinking that she had it under control. After Zuko left, he’d go and comfort her, maybe take her in his arms.
But then Zuko had done something to her to make her visibly shudder. He couldn’t see what Zuko was doing to her from behind, he could only see that Zuko had his hand on her breast and was causing Katara to wiggle and she didn’t really seem like she wanted the fire bender to leave, despite her words.
Then Zuko started doing something to Katara that the water bender really seemed to like, because she started to gasp and shiver. Even from where he had been standing, he could see her eyes flutter in pleasure. He’d only seen her do that once before, when they were guests of Bumi’s and she was had been enjoying a particularly delicious pastry. What could Zuko be doing to her to cause her to react that way?
Aang couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. It was… alluring, and the part of his body between his legs started to stiffen unexpectedly.
Then Katara cried out, cried Zuko’s name, and her lips pursed, her face flushed, and for the briefest of moments, her bright blue eyes seemed preternaturally bright. Right then, she was the most beautiful thing Aang hand ever seen. Absently, his hand had traveled down to where his body was hard and he stroked himself clumsily through the fabric of his pants, biting down on his lip to suppress a moan and wondering why that had felt so good.
He tried to remain silent, he really did. He knew he was watching something that he shouldn’t be seeing, he didn’t understand it at all and as exciting as he found it, a part of him was hurting. He was going to leave, but then Zuko did something that Aang could understand – he kissed her.
He couldn’t help but cry out… after all, he wanted to be the one to kiss her. It should be him kissing her – not Zuko.
On some level, he felt... betrayed.
And now Zuko was beckoning him to come forward… forward for what? He was so confused. The look in the older boy’s eyes was scary, too.
He still wanted to run, but somehow managed to take the few, necessary steps forward to bring him out of the woods and before Zuko. There was something in these fierce golden eyes of the Prince that just...compelled him to come forth, and so he did. As he got closer, Aang was a little unnerved by the sight of the small smirk on the Prince’s face.
The Prince was smirking because of the bulge in Aang's pants
Katara whimpered softly, shaking her head slowly, pleading with him with her eyes to leave, afraid that Zuko would hurt him, she would feel terrible if he did...
"No, Zuko. Please...let Aang go. He won't tell anyone." she begged, looking back up at the man who had lain his claim to her.
Zuko’s smirk widened into a full-fledged smile as he gently ran his hand over the back of Katara’s hair. She had come out of the water just enough to cling to his legs and beg him not to hurt Aang. He could feel her soft breasts pressed against his thigh. He noticed that Aang’s eyes had shifted to study the curve of the water bender’s neck and shoulders and he snickered softly.
"Do you like what you see, Avatar? She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Did you like hearing her cry out in pleasure? Did you like to watch, Avatar?" Zuko asked softly, reveling in the heated blush that suddenly appeared on the Avatar’s face. The boy’s mouth opened slightly in bewilderment and he gaped at Zuko, not expecting those questions and not knowing how to answer.
Zuko leaned over to pull Katara out of the water. She was too stunned by Zuko’s questions to Aang to offer much resistance, and so Zuko turned her so that she was facing her best friend. For the first time, she noticed how Aang’s eyes trailed over her body and she flushed bright red with embarrassment.
Katara blinked, feeling tears slide from her eyes as she looked at the Avatar, and her hands clumsily traveled along her body before one arm covered her breasts and the other hand went to her intimate areas
Why was Zuko doing this to her? Was he punishing her for her initial resistance by humiliating her?
Aang stared at Katara, there was no way in a hundred years he could tear himself away from the sight even after she covered herself. He was so hard it was almost painful, and he whispered her name in a tone that he had never spoken before...a quiet, husky voice that showed Zuko just how aroused he was. He loved the dark color of her skin and the soft curves of her body…where her neck and shoulder connected…the smooth plane of her stomach…the small but generous curves of her hips…
Zuko’s eyes passed back and forth between the air bender and the water bender. With a smile, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss against Katara’s ear before whispering in a dark, husky tone.
"Look at him, Katara. So young. So innocent. He’s watched you, wanted you forever, but he doesn’t know what he wants. He doesn’t know why he aches when he sees you, why he feels the need to protect you… he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. To him, you are a goddess, unattainable, untouchable… Wouldn’t you like to teach him, Katara? Teach him in the same way that you’ve taught him how to water bend? Wouldn’t you like to be the one that teaches the Avatar about pleasure? About love? Because he is bound to learn from someone, sooner or later. Shouldn’t that person be you, the one who has cared for him, brought him back into this world? The one that he loves?"
Katara whimpered softly, looking at him for a moment before looking back at Aang. He had not once broken his gaze from her, looking at her body, seeing how she responded to touch.
‘And what would Zuko know or care about love?’ Katara thought to herself darkly. ‘This is all a game to him, a cruel game’, she thought bitterly. ‘He wants me as his plaything and he wants to watch the Avatar.’ She couldn’t believe she had let him seduce her in the first place, she should have known better! She turned her head, looking away from both of the males, wishing she were somewhere else.
Zuko smirked as he watched Katara’s reaction. He knew that she probably hated him at the moment; or at the very least, she hated his manipulation of them, but he didn’t care. It was all too obvious that she was halfway hooked, and the thought was thrilling to him… because for just a moment, she had looked at the Avatar with… arousal.
And there was no denying the way that the Avatar was looking at her.
He knew the boy loved her; had genuine emotions for the girl. It only made seducing the both of them that much more enticing. Even the idea of it was making him feel heady with both arousal and power.
Katara crossed her arms in front of herself, unintentionally exposing more of herself in the process and refused to look at him.
‘Not that it matters.’ He thought to himself. ‘She’ll be looking soon enough.’
Unmindful of his nakedness, he smirked and walked over to Aang, who was rooted to the spot where he stood, slightly shaking and drinking in the sight of Katara, naked and flustered. He rounded the unsuspecting boy and put his hand on his shoulder, causing the Avatar to jump slightly from his sudden presence. As if brought out of a daze, Aang’s startled grey eyes jerked to meet his briefly, confusion evident in their depths. Gently, Zuko turned the boy’s head so that he was facing Katara again.
"Look at her, Aang." He whispered, gently nipping the boy’s ear and causing him to squeak, "She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to kiss her soft lips, feel her smooth skin under your fingers, to cup her round breasts in your hands? You love her, don’t you? Don’t you think it’s about time you showed her how much you love her? Don’t you want to make her whimper in pleasure, to cry your name, to feel her body clenching you in the most intimate of ways? Don’t you want her, Avatar?"
"Zuko, stop." Katara said softly at first, but she repeated it more firmly. The Prince was like a puppetmaster, and an expert one at that. He knew the right things to say, the right strings to pull, the right amount of pressure to exert on said strings…
Aang just couldn’t stop staring, although out of his peripheral vision he could also see Zuko's nakedness. He had never...imagined that he would find himself in this...kind of situation and he could see Katara felt embarrassed. He wanted to go to her, pull her out of the spring, and comfort her, let her know that it did not matter what the Prince did to her, that he would always care for her. He wanted to hold Katara and wipe away her tears or...to kiss them and taste of them and taste of her cheeks too...
Aang blinked when he realized his thoughts were running away with him.
"Zuko, please stop it. I should not have let you have me..."
Zuko turned and looked at Katara, who was still in the water, but he did not take his hand from Aang’s shoulder. Instead, he allowed his hand to fall to the bottom of the boy’s tunic and started to pull the cloth out from where it was tucked into the boy’s pants.
"Oh? Do you think you should have let Aang be the one to have you? Are you feeling guilt? He can still have you, you know. There is no harm done… you can see how badly he wants you." And with this, his free hand wrapped around the boy from the other side and settled on his groin, causing Aang to let out a sudden and breathy moan. The sound of it was so erotic, that Zuko had to bite back a groan of his own.
Katara blushed but could not tear herself away. Part of her wanted Zuko to pull the rest of the cloth down so she could see Aang, part of her demanded that she climb out of the spring and get dressed and pull the Avatar out of there before Zuko could continue with his...'fun'.
"You used me…you're just playing with us..." she spat our accusingly, she felt hurt, humiliated and confused. The Prince was an excellent manipulator.
"Is all of this some sick game to you?"
Zuko pulled the boy’s tunic up and over his head. The Avatar offered no resistance; he was too transfixed on Katara’s body and Zuko’s words to pay much attention to the fact that Zuko was skillfully undressing him.
"Not at all, Katara. I desire you, truly desire you… you know that. You are beautiful, strong and loyal to a fault." Zuko knelt and pulled off Aang’s boots, one by one. "If there were more water benders with your strength of character, the fire nation would have never stood a chance." Aang’s pants were tugged down, leaving him only in his underwear. Her best friend’s eyes were locked on her as if in a trance. Despite herself, she looked at his lean form, slowly being bared by Zuko and for the first time, she could see the proof of his desire.
"As for Aang, he loves you. He doesn’t understand it, but he loves you – unquestionably… " Zuko pulled his underwear down and smirked. "And unrequitedly." And while Katara continued to watch, one of his hands gently grasped the boy’s erection and started stroking.
She felt a sudden explosion of heat between her legs, almost like a orgasm, but it was not, and her eyes slowly moved from Zuko and Aang's faces to the hand that was slowly but skillfully stroking the young Avatar's erection.
There was no doubt about it.
She wanted Aang as much as she wanted Zuko. She wanted...both of them.
She shivered a bit as she imagined both of them touching and pleasuring her and gave out a soft whimper when she saw how Aang shuddered and moaned under Zuko's touch, seeing the Firebender gently kiss along Aang's jaw.
If he could describe the way the boy’s soft skin tasted, he would probably compare it to the wind. Aang didn’t have a delicate, flowery fragrance to his skin, nor did he have silky soft hair that Zuko could bury his hand into. However, to Zuko’s surprise, he found that he enjoyed the way that the boy smelled – a mixture of the forest, air, sweat and something distinctly male. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of the boy’s neck and shoulder, drawing a gasp from the boy. He directed the fire in his body to warm his hand and he continued to pleasure the boy with the same soft, measured strokes that he knew worked on him.
Aang whimpered and shuddered in his hand, but other than that, he wasn’t paying attention to him at all – his eyes were still locked on Katara. It was only the water bender’s continued presence that was keeping the boy aroused and compliant and Zuko smirked, leaning over to whisper into the Avatar’s ear.
"You want to kiss her, don’t you? You know, she’d let you… she wants you to. Look at the way she watches you… watches us. Go to her, Aang…"
Katara slowly stepped out of the spring, approaching the men with measured steps, although she stopped a few feet away from Aang. She was utterly transfixed by them, both men very much aroused, she found herself wanting to be touched and pleasured by both of them.
Embarrassment was slowly replaced by arousal, after all they were as naked as she, and she started to think of the possibilities of this situation, possibilities that made her even wetter than before.
She alternated her stare between them, one tall, muscular… one shorter and more lean. Lust and desire burned in both of their eyes, but in the golden eyes, the glint was -- smoldering. Zuko’s gaze was fierce; possessive even, while in the grey eyes the desire was… almost innocent and tinted with what could only be… love.
"Promise me you won't hurt Aang." Katara pleaded; wanting to make sure she understood the situation, the rational part of her mind wanting to come to an assessment before she let this continue – that is, if she did let it continue. She wanted both of them very much, but she knew she would feel no end of guilt if the Prince hurt the Avatar in any way.
Zuko was pleased, very aware that he had basically succeeded in convincing Katara to do this, and subsequently more aroused than he had ever been before. But he still knew that either one of them could bolt at any given time, so he recognized her plea for what it was – nerves and fear of the unknown. He let go of the boy, who let out a disappointed whimper and opened his arms to Katara, drawing the beautiful water bender against his chest. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before whispering hotly in her ear.
"Trust me, Katara."
And then he lifted her chin, captured her lips briefly in a heated kiss, before spinning her around and thrusting her into Aang’s arms.
Katara blinked and gasped softly when she was gently thrust into Aang's arms. She did not react to the Avatar or touch him for a few moments; she simply stared into his grey eyes quietly, feeling his warm body against hers.
Aang shivered… Katara's body was so close… she was inadvertently pressed flush against his erection and he moaned softly. After a moment, he took the initiative and wrapped his arms around the Water Tribe girl that had been his best friend since he had woken up from the iceberg.
His hands slowly traveled across her back as she whimpered softly.
He could not believe what was happening. He was pretty sure that he was dreaming, but then again, his dreams had never been quite this… vivid.
Zuko’s words and touches had confused him, startled him and he had held Katara’s eyes like an anchor. Her presence kept him calm, kept him from fleeing, kept him… aroused.
He had no idea what the Fire Prince was up to. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Zuko… well, okay, he didn’t trust Zuko, but he believed that Zuko didn’t want to hurt them. Or, at the very least, Zuko didn’t want to hurt Katara.
Aang wasn’t entirely sure what Zuko’s motivation was with regards to him personally, but if it meant that he could have Katara in his arms -- warm, naked, beautiful and so very alive -- then he didn’t care. It couldn’t possibly be a bad thing, could it?
His eyes widened with amazement as the lovely water bender in his arms began to whimper from his touches. He was doing this to her… he was touching her, and making her respond. She looked at him, her blue eyes filled with emotions, her pupils dilated with desire. Peripherally, he was aware of Zuko gently stroking her backside, but he didn’t care because she was looking at him.
His eyes dropped to her lips. They were slightly swollen and parted… waiting… and a strangled sound escaped his throat as he leaned in, hoping to capture them with his own.
Katara could not help but shiver...she was now getting her wish...she was being touched by both of them. She wanted them so badly… she wanted to lay back, to let them both have her although she couldn’t decide who would be first.
She felt Zuko’s hand caress her backside before sliding down further, stroking her inner thighs, and she shivered as his fingers found the moisture that was now seeping from her opening… and Aang was so gentle... his fingers stroking along her back and arms were maddening, and she shivered and nodded, whimpering her encouragement to both men
Aang shivered as he looked down at her lips and... no, he wasn’t imagining it. Katara’s lips were indeed moving closer to his own and then... he gasped as they came in contact, and oh her lips were warm yet so cool and refreshing...
"Katara…" He mumbled against her mouth. He felt like he was flying… no, this was better than flying… he could kiss her forever… and then she opened her mouth against his and gently slipped her tongue in to mingle with his own shy one. The very moment her slippery wet muscle touched his, his whole body jerked as a shock traveled straight through him and down to his groin. He was dismayed to find that he had rubbed himself against her intimately, the head of his arousal pushing against the soft skin of her thigh and he blushed, abruptly reminded of their state of undress.
"S-sorry…" He stuttered, pulling away from her, feeling… shame and also… he didn’t know, he wanted her to touch him, wanted to kiss her more, wanted to bury himself in her arms and never come out. He blinked when he felt not only her soft hand reassuring him, but a stronger, calloused one on the side of his face. Dazedly, he turned to look at Zuko who smiled at him. He noticed that the boy’s other hand was touching… touching Katara there, and he groaned.
Katara pulled away and watched as Zuko leaned in and kissed Aang, ravaged the boy’s mouth with his tongue and whimpered as Zuko’s other strong hand gently rubbed against her entrance. She was so very wet, even after she had pulled away from him a bit, his hand had remained there, almost as if his arm was a leash that kept her connected to him.
Zuko broke the kiss, and then turned to Katara, his hand still buried between his thighs.
"I want you to get on your hands and knees," He whispered in her ear and she shuddered, "and take the Avatar in your mouth…"
Katara gasped softly, staring at him in disbelief. He wanted her to...to...take Aang's...organ into her mouth?
Aang whimpered softly, looking at them, seeing where Zuko's hand was. He longed to have his own hand in that area, he wanted to feel how wet Katara was, he wanted to touch those soft dark brown curls, he wanted her pressed against him again, he had loved the feel of her skin.
Zuko had a different touch, his skin wasn’t so soft but he still liked the touch of the powerful Firebender. Was it normal to like a man's touch like that?
He slowly inched towards Katara again, wanting to feel her body, savor her warmth and her presence... his erection was throbbing so hard that it was almost painful.
Katara looked at Aang, her eyes wide and filled with apprehension. She couldn’t deny he was a beautiful youth… he was lean and sinuous, soft, even handsome… and he had that tattoo that she secretly found attractive, but would never, ever admit to it. It covered him from the top of his head to his toes, one continuous blue arrow that followed the curve of his spine down to the base, branching off at both the arms and legs and wrapping around to the front. And his erection… it stood out proudly from the soft, light brown curls of his pubic area. She noticed that every so often it would jerk slightly, and there was a drop of clear fluid at the tip. Would it be so bad to take it in her mouth? She wondered…
Gently, she pulled Aang back in her arms and kissed him again, gasping lightly when he took the initiative this time and traced the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He pulled away suddenly and started to place open mouth kisses on her jaw, against her collarbone, his hands gently rising to touch one of her breasts… his touch was tentative, seeking and tender and she whimpered, reaching down to grasp his erection, wondering on how he would feel.

He was soft and hard at the same time… it was different than touching Zuko there; Zuko was warmer, thicker, and Aang’s was smoother, more responsive to her touch. She almost jerked away when it jumped in her hand, and Aang let out a throaty moan. She ran her fingers over the tip, feeling the wet fluid on her fingers and abruptly let go of his erection and brought the fluid to her mouth, tentatively darting out a pointed tongue to taste it. It was a little salty, but wasn’t bad and it tasted so much of Aang that she moaned slightly, her eyes fluttering closed at the pure… eroticism of the action.
Zuko watched silently and approvingly although his hand lever left Katara's intimate areas, he continued touching and stroking her there.
"Yes, Aang. That's it. Go on." She whispered as he trailed his lips along her chest.
"Please...yes....that feels so good...Aang...Zuko..."
She was torn between them, she wanted them both so badly.
"Zuko...please...kiss me." She whimpered, her hand finding Aang's scalp before she started stroking it gently, savoring in the smooth feel, trailing her finger along the arrow.
Zuko smiled softly. He had willingly stepped back to allow the two to explore each other, to give them time to get used to the new sensations and the sight had been erotic. But holding back was becoming more and more difficult… and when Katara asked him to kiss her, he nearly growled. He leaned in and roughly captured her lips with his own. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, chasing her own tongue all around in a heated battle. She succumbed willingly to the kiss and whimpered in his mouth.
He was vaguely aware of the Avatar’s head between them, gently suckling on one of Katara’s breasts, the boy’s heart beat so loud and erratic that the sound of it was almost as loud as Katara’s breathy moans.
Zuko felt a soft, warm hand surround his erection and pulled away from the kiss to take several deep breaths as Katara’s hand explored him… and then when he felt a slightly rougher, calloused hand join hers, he moaned loudly and deep and locked eyes with the Avatar who had stopped kissing Katara’s breast to look at him and was now blushing fiercely.
"Katara?" Her name fell from his lips in a whimper… it was a question, and she knew it… Zuko was so aroused, he could hardly stand it, he wanted to be in her and he wanted to watch her take the wanton, sexy, virgin boy in her mouth… even the thought of it was making him harder than a rock.
She shivered as her hand traveled from Aang's head down his neck, stroking it lightly, trailing down the blue that ran along his spine, her nimble fingers exploring the pliant skin before going down to his rear end, feeling him shudder a bit as he pressed his erection against her hip, wanting more attention from her. She squeezed the Avatar's rear end just so slightly before moving around to the front to gently stroke his pubic hair. It was arousing to feel Aang's fingers wrapped around her own as both of them stroked the Prince of the Fire Nation, and Zuko was looking at both of them with a glint in his eyes that not just showed desire...but possessiveness.
Her other hand found the Avatar's erection, and she stroked it, feeling it jerk in her hand. It....admittedly felt nice to have both of these handsome men in her hands, responding to her touch, and for a moment she felt a surge of her own possessiveness.
She rocked her hips against Zuko's hand just slightly as she heard him whisper her name.
"Yes, Zuko?"
Zuko leaned over and kissed her again… he couldn’t get enough of her, she was amazing and so was Aang… he wanted them both. Subconsciously, he had always wanted them both – he had always envied the Avatar’s easy friendship with the beautiful water bender when he had no one and nothing except a burning obsession to capture the boy.
Now he had not only the Avatar’s water bender, but the Avatar himself. They both wanted him as much as they wanted each other, and they were both going to be his, he decided. Both of them his, and not his father, not anyone was going to take them away from him. With a growl, he turned and kissed the Avatar just as fiercely as he had kissed Katara, and bit back a moan when he felt the boy’s inexperienced tongue attempt to wrestle with his own… he pulled back from the boy’s kiss and met his eyes, almost drowning in the sheer debauched need he saw in them and turned to Katara with a growl…
"Katara, please… I need… I… please…." Zuko whimpered, putting a hand on her back, gently coaxing her to drop to her hands and knees. He needed to bury himself inside of her and at the same time, he wanted to watch the delicate flush of the Avatar’s face as she pleasured him.
Katara nodded, feeling half-dazed, as she dropped to her hands and knees on the soft and thick grass and shivered.
Zuko could see her petals glistening in the moonlight with their juices.
The Waterbender looked up at him silently before looking up at Aang.
"I want both of you." She stated simply.
Her nipples were so very hard and her sex throbbed as if with a mind of its own. She longed to be touched, with fingers, with palms, with lips, with tongues, with faces, with cocks...she wanted it all
Aang looked at her and whimpered.
"I… I want you too, Katara… I’ve wanted you for so long…" And then Aang caught the burning, intense eyes of the fire bender and swallowed. The older boy was so graceful, so defined. He was everything Aang wanted to be himself – powerful, determined, a fearless leader. And beautiful… he couldn’t help but admire the older boy’s form, and the way the fire bender had kissed him had made him want to melt. He… he was sure by now that it wasn’t entirely normal, but Katara didn’t seem to mind – in fact she wanted it too and he wanted to make her happy. He loved her… wanted her… but he also wanted Zuko.
"And I want you too…" Aang said under his breath while looking pointedly at Zuko, immediately flushing a bright scarlet after his hesitantly whispered confession. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he had felt things that he never felt before with the two of them and most of all, he felt safe, wanted – loved even.
Zuko smiled softly at him, and Aang flushed, his attention completely on the older boy and so he was caught by surprise when Katara approached him on her hands and knees. What – what was she doing? She looked up at him briefly, giving him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen from her before –
And then ever so softly, she placed her lips on the tip of his erection. Katara gently kissed the tip, breathing in ever so slightly, sucking in the bit of clear liquid that sat in the small slit at the head, hearing him gasp and shudder and her eyes met his.
The sight was intoxicating to him, and feeling that small suck...he almost came right there and then.
"Come a bit closer." She asked and he complied, moving in by a couple of inches, and she took just the head in her mouth, toying with the flap of skin with her tongue, tugging at it with the utmost care with her teeth.
She was intoxicated by the noises he made, the noises he made because he wanted her, needed her...
She reached up with one hand to push back that skin, revealing his head, and started to kiss and lick it, liking the mild but warm taste, feeling it shudder in her mouth.
She could feel her own sex dripping; she needed the Prince so desperately and knew he was watching their interaction closely.
Her hand traveled down to the sac, gently stroking it before she gave a soft squeeze, feeling him gasp and jerk a little, she could feel his whole body trembling a bit. Because of her. And Zuko was hard because of her too. She could not help but feel a certain sense of pride…and power.
She looked up at him, their eyes locking together as she took more of him into her mouth, drawing on him with slow sucks.
Zuko softly stroked himself as he watched her take Aang into her mouth… his eyes focused on her wet, glistening lips and he found himself fascinated by the slight suctioning noises she was making with her mouth while she pleasured the boy. He looked over at Aang and his golden eyes darkened slightly at the expression on the boy’s face… his cheeks were heated, his long eyelashes were fluttering, brushing gently on his cheeks and his grey eyes were intensely focused on watching his own erection disappear into the warm confines of Katara’s mouth. Every so often he would whimper and moan and mumble a litany of incoherent words of love and praises for the girl on her knees, and Zuko couldn’t stand it anymore.
He positioned himself behind Katara, tested her readiness with one finger, and found her so wet that her liquids were almost dripping down her legs. He looked over and caught the boy’s dilated grey eyes with his own and positioned his head at Katara’s entrance.
"Watch me, Aang." He commanded in a low and dark tone. The younger boy nodded hesitantly as one of his hands gently started unraveling Katara’s braid while she continued to work him with her mouth.
"Oh gods, I don’t know if I can…hold…" Aang whimpered all of a sudden when Katara’s tongue traced the vein on the underside of his cock. He turned his head and whined, gritting his teeth abruptly, his face turning almost a bright cherry color in his efforts to restrain himself.
"Aang… WATCH…" Zuko commanded more harshly, startling the younger boy and causing him to jerk slightly before whipping around to meet his eyes. Zuko looked down and indicated for him to do the same. When he was assured that the younger boy’s grey eyes were watching, he thrust himself into the warm and accepting confines of Katara’s body – and let out a heady moan at the feel of her wet heat surrounding him.
Katara's eyes widened and she let out a soft whimper, almost biting down on the Avatar, which brought him dangerously close to the edge.
She gave out a soft whimper and Aang's eyes darted down, noting the expression on her face, seeing ...pain? It had hurt the first time he put it in her, and it was hurting now because he was so big and she was so tight...she knew the pain would subside, but still.
"Stop..." Aang whispered, looking back up at the Prince, "You're hurting her..."
He reached up with one of his trembling hands to stroke her cheek gently, wondering if he would hurt her too if he put himself in her even though he wasn't as big as Zuko.
Katara moaned softly and nuzzled his hand, keeping him in her mouth, whimpering and nodding a little, indicating that he should continue stroking her and he was all too glad to do what she wanted.
Zuko stopped abruptly at Aang’s words. From where he was, he couldn’t see the expression on Katara’s face, but he could see the one on Aang’s. He wanted… he wanted this to be enjoyable for both of them.
He watched as the Avatar stroked the water bender’s cheek with wonder. A part of him wished that he could be that affectionate with her, to comfort her in the way that the other boy was, but that had been drilled out of him long ago. It was weak to show affection, or so he had always been taught.
In that brief moment, he saw that each of them had their strengths and their differences were what made them strong as a group. He could protect and provide for them, Aang could comfort them both; was able to show love in a way that Zuko could not… and Katara… lovely Katara, she kept them both grounded.
He nodded at Aang, noticing how the boy’s features relaxed just slightly, and gently squeezed Katara’s thigh.
"Let me… know… when… you’re… ready…" He grunted out through gritted teeth… she was so tight around him and he wanted to move – but not until she said it was okay. He never wanted to hurt her.
Katara whimpered softly, simply savoring the feel of him inside of her, feeling the pain subside slightly. She withdrew her hand from Aang and reached around back, to stroke Zuko's stomach, seeking his hand and he offered it to her, his fingers lacing with hers as he squeezed her hand reassuringly, he was at least able to offer her this small comfort, because she had asked for it.
The Avatar was in a state of bliss, hovering near the edge, a hand around his cock was one thing but a soft, warm, moist mouth with a tongue that pressed and licked at him so skillfully and soft, smooth lips that tasted of him eagerly and freely...
She kept him in her mouth for a moment, not doing anything, before she started to slowly suck on him again and when he started to withdraw his hand she whimpered softly, wanting him to continue stroking her face gently.
Aang complied, one hand gently rubbing the back of her hair, the other gently stroking the side of her face. He succeeded in freeing her hair from its braid, and it cascaded like rippling dark waves against her back, parts of it falling forwards across her shoulder… she was so beautiful… And Zuko found it stunning too, seeing all that loose, wavy brown hair cascading down her back and shoulders…
Aang he was so very, very close… he wanted to hold on forever, the wet heat and gentle suction of her mouth on him was like nothing he had ever felt before. He was in heaven, something that was always denied to him as the Avatar, forced life after life to return to the mortal plane. But at the moment, with Katara’s mouth on him, he knew that there was nothing the afterlife had to offer that could ever compare to this.
Zuko waited until he felt Katara slowly shift her hips back towards him and wiggled her bottom slightly. He groaned, taking that as a sure sign that she was ready and began to thrust, slow and steady. The hand that had been so delicately holding his dropped back to the grass to help give her purchase as he repeatedly pushed inside of her. Nothing, nothing at all could feel like this…
He watched as his cock disappeared into her. He withdrew it slightly, saw that it was glistening with her juices, and then plunged it back into her, his breaths coming in choppy gasps, taking it slow, it took all of his willpower to not just slam into her… He then looked over to Aang, watched as the boy looked at the water bender with a mixture of passion and love. And then the boy suddenly gasped, loudly, calling out Katara’s name in a shuddery voice filled with awe. The boy’s body convulsed slightly – he jerked several times, his facial muscles contorted in an expression of ecstasy and his pupils were dilated. A gust of wind surrounded them, gently caressing them like a thousand tiny fingers, surrounding them both with love and passion and Zuko gasped and started pumping into Katara for all he was worth.
Katara whimpered softly, nuzzling Aang's hand as she drank it all, not letting one precious drop fall from her mouth as she continued sucking, sucking on him more fiercely to milk it all out.
He tasted good, it was salty but at the same time light, like air, and she moaned softly as the Avatar started massaging the back of her neck and she nodded, showing him that he was doing right and she wanted more as she slowed down her sucking, drawing out his orgasm.
She liked how Zuko had started off slow and then started going harder and she nodded again, whimpering softly, pushing her hips back at him.
It felt so glorious to be with both of them, being pleasured by them, pleasuring both of them. If this went on forever, if she could be with the two of them for eternity, sharing pleasure with them, she certainly wouldn’t complain.
She could forget everything else, the war, their quest...
She gently pushed Aang back a bit, getting him out of her mouth and started whimpering Zuko's name, asking for more as he pounded into her, lowering her head and shoulders to the ground, supporting herself now with her elbows instead of her hands, which put her sex at a different angle, one that offered Zuko the delightful sensation of deeper penetration…
Aang’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees as he tried to regulate his breathing and heart rate… what in the name of all the spirits had just happened? He’d exploded with pleasure so intense that he thought he might die from it… and he didn’t care. Right now, he didn’t care about his responsibility, about the war, about Sozen’s comet, or about the Fire Lord… all he cared about was the two people he was with, wanting to in some way return the pleasure that he had just received.
He looked at Zuko’s face… the older boy’s expression was so… intense as he moved himself in and out of Katara. He looked as if he might die from pleasure himself. Aang wondered if he put himself inside Katara like Zuko was doing, would it be any different than her taking him in her mouth? He couldn’t possibly imagine anything feeling better than that, but by the way that Zuko was now grunting…
He leaned forward and nibbled on Katara’s ear, kissed her jawline, even as she moaned and hissed in time with Zuko’s thrusts.
"Thank you, Katara… you are so beautiful and I love you… that was amazing…"
He whispered the words in her ear, reveling in her gasp, not caring if it was because of his words or the way Zuko was pounding into her or a combination of both. They were a team, after all… and after tonight, he hoped that they always would be.
Curious, he watched and saw where Zuko was disappearing into her body. Her sex was like a delicate flower, he thought, swollen and ripe… he wanted to touch her, wondered if he could while Zuko was putting himself into her. Experimentally, he crawled to her side and started kissing the dark skin on her shoulder while one of his hands stroked underneath her, gently rubbing her nipples before skimming down her waist and then eventually to her curls, right below where Zuko was entering her body. He kept his hand there, curious, wanting to be a part of what they were doing, and unintentionally brushed against her clit just as Zuko slammed into her hard enough to make a distinct slapping noise as his sac hit the back of her thighs.
Katara gasped and shuddered, feeling this new sensation and nodded eagerly, showing her wanton approval as she cried out for more.
"Hn...Zuko...go harder...please..." She begged, wiggling under his thrusts and Aang's gentle touch.
"Yes...Aang...right there...st....stroke it...pleeeeeeeease..." Katara whimpered, gasping softly, her voice starting to fade into a keening wail as Zuko's cock and Aang's fingers worked their magic on her, and she hit another climax, her juices coating Zuko's manhood and dripping down onto Aang's hands.
Her fingers dug into the grass as the Prince and the Avatar continued pleasuring her, Aang drawing out her climax with gentle touches and Zuko going even harder, she knew he was near release.
She looked over her shoulder at Zuko and Aang, seeing both of their eyes on her, studying her closely.
Zuko could not believe what the boy was doing… he was truly a prodigy at all things. He cried out when he felt Katara’s body flutter around him, squeezing him so delightfully, and he pushed himself as deep inside of her as he could, he was close, so very, very close…
His narrowed, golden eyes caught Aang’s and the boy met his heated gaze fiercely, as he withdrew his hand from Katara, still sticky with her juices. Zuko watched as Aang brought his hand up to his mouth and delicately sucked Katara’s essence off of his fingers, a small, content smile on the boy’s mouth. Zuko groaned, and Aang touched Katara again, collecting some more of her essence before he stood, offering one of his fingers to Zuko.
He darted out his tongue to taste Katara’s essence off of Aang’s fingers, finding the taste of her exquisite and plunged into her, his balls tightening suddenly as he came hard, deep inside of her, letting out a loud moan, absently biting down on Aang’s finger at the same time, causing him to hiss… Zuko’s world broke apart, and he gripped Katara’s thighs as he rode out the waves of his climax, taking deep, shuddery breaths until the erratic pulsing of his member slowed. Breathless, he pulled out of her, one arm lazily capturing her around the waist and bringing her down to the ground with him, the other reaching up and tugging Aang down as well so that they were both cuddling him, one on either side.
He had never felt so content.
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Spleef and whirleeQ
It does not end here…BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
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