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Warmth on a Cold Night	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 73719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warmth on a Cold Night – Chapter 2
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“Katara...You know we will not hurt you. Ever. You have our word... do not fret…” Hakoda said softly, caressing her arms. She tried to push her father away with her legs and feet, being careful so as to not actually kick or harm her father. Despite the situation, she had no desire to truly harm the man who had sired her, especially because the assault on her body was anything but brutal.
Hakoda shook his head, resisting her pushes as he tweaked her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her breasts. She bit her lip, stifling a soft cry before she looked at him again. He cupped and massaged one breast, giving a brief nod to his friend before shifting his eyes towards Katara’s other breast.
Bato moved one hand and took her right breast, which Hakoda had offered, and began to fondle it while Hakoda played with her left one. Hakoda was firmer in his kneading, and Bato was gentle as his fingers skimmed along the underside of the mound, as if he was afraid of hurting her. Both hands felt so good on her, and she squirmed around, afraid to admit to any pleasure from this shocking situation.
“Please... please, let me go. I promise I will speak nothing of this to anyone else. Let me go. Leave me alone! I'm your daughter!” she pleaded, trying to get through to her father as he gave her breast a very firm, although not painful squeeze.
Her pleas were not doing the trick, and her soft kicks weren’t either. They both played with her breasts and Hakoda chuckled, drawing her dark nipple into his mouth and sucking firmly on the hard nub. Both of them were acutely aware of the pleasure that the girl was feeling at their attention even as she pleaded with them and tried to deny it. It only spurred them on and made them want her more.
“Daddy, stop. This is wrong and the spirits will be angered!” Katara pleaded softly, arching against her father’s hand even as she made her protest. The man let her nipple free and looked into Katara's eyes. It had been so long since she had called him 'Daddy', having abandoned it for 'Dad' or 'Father' in later years.
“Tara…” he said, using his old nickname for her, “Trust your father...Have I ever done anything to you that proved harmful?” Hakoda asked softly, his blue eyes filled with a pleading for her to understand. She fell silent as she slowly shook her head. He had always been such a loving father. But this went past the bounds of a father...
“No... but this... we're not supposed to... “ Her voice was softer this time as she spoke. She was distracted from her sentence by Hakoda taking her nipple into his mouth again, his tongue rubbing it firmly as he suckled. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and Bato held her, massaging her other breast. She started to feel wet between her legs. She was a virgin, but she was not stupid, and knew about the facts of life. How could she be aroused by... her own father? Despite the pleasure, she was afraid. Traveling with the Avatar had given her a healthy respect for the Spirit World, and she had no wish to enrage the spirits. She wiggled against Bato, twisting her arms and whining softly.
Bato's hands were gentle yet firm, and he held her in place even as she twisted. He moaned softly against her neck, and she felt the underside of his arousal nestle between the cheeks of her rear through their pants.
“Ohh, Katara...” he breathed, kissing her neck and nibbling gently at the sensitive spots. “I want you so badly…” he looked over at Hakoda and smiled. "My friend – perhaps a change of position is in order?” he asked, and the other man let his daughter's nipple free, smirking a bit. Katara wiggled again, trying to break free from Bato. The situation seemed almost ludicrous to her. Usually, men would never want to share a woman! And one of these men happened to be her father!
Bato shifted her off of his lap and into Hakoda's arms so that her face was nestled against his chest, before he grabbed her hips, lifting her rear up so that her stomach and groin lay in his lap, her legs at either side of his torso. This caused Katara's chest to be nestled into Hakoda's lap, her breasts pressed against the large tent at the crotch. She was effectively sandwiched between them, and wiggled around, trying to distance herself from the tent in her father's pants.
His large hands touched her shoulders and steadied her. Bato's hands were at her rear, rubbing and kneading the cheeks and parting them slightly as he felt the pert rump. She started sobbing softly, wiggling against the firm grip of her father as he tried to soothe her. One of Hakoda's hands let her go to undo his pants, and he pulled out his erection, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the swollen crown. Already a bit of precum glistened at the slit. She blushed and tried to wiggle away from it, but he held her gently with one arm. It rubbed against her breast, and she eeped softly.
She tried to kick at Bato as she felt his hands on the waistband of her pants, and she turned her face away from his father's throbbing erection, attempting to use her hands as leverage. How was she supposed to get out of this situation? It was clear what they wanted to do and also clear that they would not be deterred. The combined forces of two fully-grown men, warriors at that, against that of a young woman, was quite overwhelming. They were not letting her go, and that was that. Hakoda chuckled as Bato slid his daughter's pants down, exposing her pert ass.
It was rather a lovely sight for Bato, and he sighed contentedly as he reached down to stroke it. Both men had a good view of the maiden’s rear end, plump and firm, and it only caused them to become even more aroused. Katara moaned softly, her face buried against her father's chest as she felt Bato massage her rear cheeks.
Soon Bato's fingers found her hot sex. He caressed the throbbing mound gently, fingers slowly pulling apart her slick nether lips. With one arm, he hooked it under her stomach and lifted her hips, forcing her on her knees. This allowed him to see her womanhood more clearly.
“How's it look?” Hakoda asked calmly, stroking his daughter's hair and back in an attempt to soothe her, forgetting his own throbbing arousal for the moment as he tried to quiet her sobs.
“Ohh, Hakoda, it's so lovely!” he said, grinning as he gently felt her inner flesh with a finger. Her inner flesh peeked out shyly from her outer lips, like the petals of a flower. Hakoda could not help but chuckle at Bato’s response as he ran his fingers along his daughter’s braid.
Muffled sobs emanated from the girl as she pressed her face against her father’s chest and Bato paused, looking at father and daughter with concern. He did not want to hurt or scare Katara. He wanted Katara to want to marry him and enjoy being with him. If this experience was going to scar or frighten Katara for life, he wanted no part of it. A stern gaze from Hakoda was the only thing that kept him from sliding away from the woman he wanted to marry.
“Katara...” Bato breathed, softly, a saddened tone to his voice. He touched her side with his free hand, the other remaining at her mound but being idle, the finger now pulled out. Hakoda looked down and gently tilted his daughter's chin up to look into her eyes. She looked very lovely with tear-stained cheeks, but he did not want her to be this frightened. His hand slowly ran along her cheeks, wiping her tears as he looked down at her tenderly.
“Tara...My lovely Tara. Do not be scared...” he said, softly, caressing her face. Bato bit his lip gently and resumed stroking her rear and her thighs, soon going back to rubbing her hot folds. There was no denying the pleasure, and he felt wetness.
She whimpered softly as she fell under the gentle assault of four hands, all caressing and touching her in the most intimate and gentle of ways. It was strange, they were not supposed to be doing this and she had been trying to fight them off, but what they were doing felt good, and this situation was not at all violent. She glanced across her shoulder at Bato. He met her eyes and smiled kindly, and his fingers were stroking and rubbing her intimate areas in a way that caused her to become wetter.
Hakoda smiled down at her when she turned her head back to him and moved one hand, grasping the hilt of his thick erection.
“Touch it...?” he asked softly. Katara whimpered softly and shook her head, giving out a sudden ‘eep’ as a finger wiggled into her.
“Please...?” he purred lowly, smiling as Bato wiggled his finger around inside of her tightness. Katara let out a low moan as her father gently grasped her wrist, leading her hand to the swollen cock. Bato continued sliding a finger in and out of her, before adding another. She let out a soft hiss and was unable to stop herself from arching against Bato’s hand. The man then angled his fingers as he thrust them in slowly, causing them to press against a spongy place on her inner wall that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Hakoda smiled, his hand cupping over Katara's so she was forced to grasp the base of his erection. She tried to remove her hand – but of course, to no avail. His manhood was very warm and hard, and she blushed as she felt it throb under her hand. She squirmed under Bato’s attention, crying out softly as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Bato rained gentle kisses along her soft rear cheeks as he thrust his fingers into her. Her father gave a soft moan.
“Touch it, do not be afraid…” he said, removing his hand from hers.
“This... this is so wrong.” Katara whispered, not wanting to admit that the feel of her father’s engorged penis aroused her even more. It was thick, and felt so hard under her fingers. She had not yet dared to look down at it.
“How can you say it is wrong when it feels so good?” he asked with a soft chuckle.”Touch it... please. Pump the shaft with your hand.”
Her fingers slowly slid up and down the shaft several times, before she wrapped her fingers around it more firmly and did just as he asked, pumping it slowly and seeing the head seep with a bit more precum. His head tilted back a bit and he gave a low groan of pleasure. She looked up at him and saw how much he liked it, then whimpered, curiosity getting the best of her as she looked down at it. It was impressive-looking, and she blushed to think that he wanted to put this in her.
She pumped more firmly, looking up at her father's face intently. He was no longer holding her down, so she pulled herself up just a bit, continuing her firm pumping of her father's engorged member. Strangely, she was getting a thrill out of all this. Was something wrong with her? And she could definitely not ignore the pleasure she felt from Bato, who was working slowly and tenderly at her throbbing sex.
Katara whined softly, arching her hips, her toes curling and flexing, something Bato found cute. He chuckled to himself, trailing his free hand along the back of one of her thighs. There was only a bit of her thighs exposed as he was unable to pull her pants down further, but he intended to remedy that soon enough.
She squirmed around again – in no attempt to escape this time – to make herself comfortable between the two men, her head resting against Hakoda's chest as she pumped at him more firmly. His hand went to hers to gently stop her, for he wanted to come inside of her. She looked up at him in surprise and her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, seeing him smiling kindly at her. Hakoda pressed his lips against her forehead and chuckled, slowly undoing his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders. She lay there, her legs on either side of Bato as he continued his gentle attention, and she stared up at her father's wide chest, seeing the muscles. He had a light scattering of hair along his chest, and wide shoulders with well-muscled arms.
Katara hesitated before slowly tracing the ridges of his chest muscles. He smiled and kissed the top of her head encouragingly, leaning back ever so slightly to give her a bit more access for several moments as he watched her curious exploration. Finally, he eased her off himself, but not before he pressed his lips to hers gently.
She looked up as her father drew to his feet, slowly sliding off his boots and pants. The Chieftain of the Tribe was a man of average height with a well-muscled build that came from age and vigorous training. She couldn't help but remember him with paint on his face, looking handsome and fierce.
He was neither stout or lean, and Katara noticed that the rather modest amount of hair on his chest narrowed and all but disappeared when it came to his navel, but it appeared again and widened at his pubic thatch, where his erection stood tall and proud. The blue-eyed warrior stood there calmly under his daughter's scrutiny, allowing her to study him and familiarize herself with his body.
It all looked so intriguing, and although she knew it was wrong, Katara found her interest piqued as Hakoda rubbed his shaft idly and smiled down at her. Bato slid his fingers out of her and licked them clean, also getting to his feet and undressing. He was leaner than his friend and nearly a head taller. His body, while nicely muscled, was rather lean and toned, in sharp contrast to his best friend's stockier form. He had the scars on his arm and shoulder from the Fire Nation attack, but she was not repulsed by it, and let her eyes move along the marred flesh from the dark brown-red tendrils across his shoulder and upper chest to where it stopped along his hand.
Bato stared back calmly, taking in the way she eyed him and feeling relieved when all that his scar got was a curious study, nothing more. By the time the War was over, his arm had already healed, and it could not be treated further, so he hadn't bothered asking Katara if she might heal it. Discreetly, he had always kept his arm covered, and this was the first time he had bared it to anyone else besides his fellow warriors.
The Waterbender calmly glanced back at her father for a moment before returning her attention to the taller man, who was in a similar state of arousal as her father. Her father approached her from behind, and grinned at her as he scooped her up into his arms.
“My sweet Tara...” he purred before kissing her deeply, his lips locking around hers passionately. She found herself moaning into his lips and leaning in closer. Her arms found their way around his neck, and he continued kissing his daughter. Bato waited patiently, knowing that he would have the maiden soon enough, and watched as his friend lovingly cradled his daughter, continuing the hungry attentions. Katara was unable to resist kissing him back just as fiercely.
Soon their tongues came into play, with Hakoda quickly gaining dominance, yet being gentle with her. Bato smiled, and began to rub his shaft slightly. Katara whimpered softly, her tongue fighting against her fathers and losing, and the older man eagerly explored the sweet little mouth, his arms tightening around her body.
After a few more long moments of the passionate kiss, he broke it before licking up the strand of saliva that bridged their tongues. He smiled at her. She blushed and stared at him for a moment before looking down shyly. He saw this demure action and smiled.
“What?” he asked softly, nuzzling her cheek. She continued looking down shyly. She had thought of asking him what her mother would have thought of what he was doing to their daughter, but she had no doubt that he had already thought of that.
He lay her on the furs, and Bato came up to put her head in his lap, languidly stroking her hair and cheeks as Hakoda rubbed her thighs. Her father spread them, eyeing her quivering sex hungrily. Katara stiffened, knowing what was to come next, and squirmed around, pressing her knees together. She looked up at Bato pleadingly.
“Are you doing this because I did not accept your marriage offer?”
“No.” he said softly, kissing her forehead. Hakoda spread her open again and shivered, leaning in and licking from the bottom to the top of her slit. She whimpered as she felt the gentle licking there and she pushed his head away gently. Hakoda leaned back in and continued to lick her, resisting as she pushed at his head – although her pushes were halfhearted.
“Katara...What we are doing is not dishonoring you.” Bato said softly as if he read her mind, stroking her cheeks. Hakoda continued to lap at her.
“No? If its not dishonoring, what is it?” Katara asked, more calmly than she would have expected from herself.
“We're making love to you. There's a difference.” he said, tweaking one of her nipples playfully. There was an unmistakable rosy tinge on Katara’s cheeks, and it made her look all the more lovely. Hakoda pulled away from her and chuckled, looking at Bato.
“Bato, my friend...You may take her first.” he said. Bato grinned at his friend and they switched positions, Bato between her legs and Hakota steadying her, taking her hands into his own and squeezing them reassuringly before he let go. His large hands massaged her breasts, and Katara moaned softly as she felt Bato position himself, gently rubbing her groin with his hand. It had opened up to him through all of the loving attention, and was glistening with wetness.
“Don’t… we shouldn’t…” Katara whispered.
“Relax...I will be gentle.” Bato said, caressing her cheeks before his hands traveled down to her sides. He smiled kindly at her, and she found herself smiling back faintly, looking into his ice-blue eyes. She shivered as he slowly lowered himself, and the head of his cock gently nudged at her slit. She tensed a little, but felt her father massage her shoulders.
She gasped and arched a little when Bato penetrated her, and her father continued stroking her in a languid yet firm manner, his touches did much to soothe her and help her relax. She looked up at her father for a moment, then back at Bato. Hakoda tenderly caressed her cheeks and arms, while Bato's hands stroked along her sides. He was moving slowly, letting her get used to his girth, for he was almost as thick as his best friend. The wetness made it possible for him to move quite smoothly within her, and it was also so inviting.
Katara barely noticed her hymen being torn asunder, and under the loving caresses, it did not take much else to soothe her. In no time, he was sheathed fully, and she stared up at him quietly.
There was a moment where all of them were silent save for their soft breathing. And then Bato smiled widely – that trademark grin of his strangely comforting at that moment – before leaning in and kissing her cheek.
“How do you feel?” he asked. She blushed even more, but kept her eyes on him.
“I don't know. I... feel very full...” she replied softly, feeling her father’s fingers brush along her forehead.
“The best part is yet to come, my Tara.” Hakoda promised. Bato smiled, and began to gyrate his hips, sliding his shaft in and out of her tight core in a languid manner. The reaction was immediate. His cock dragged along her sensitive areas, and Hakoda smiled as he watched his daughter squirm around in pleasure. Soon enough, he himself would be doing that to her.
Bato gave a soft groan, clearly in bliss as he thrust into her. His pace was slow and gentle, languorous, making sure that the shaft dragged along her clit with each thrust to create that glorious friction. He wanted her first time to be something deep and tender. And it was working. Katara arched against him, feeling his entire length within her as she clenched hard. It had hurt a little at first, but there was no denying the pleasure to be had, and the gentle caresses were doing much to heighten her experience.
His gentle lovemaking pushed her towards her first orgasm, and she cried out when she hit it, arching up against him, clenching around him almost painfully. She had ever felt anything so wonderful in her whole life! Hakoda smiled as he saw this, and leaned down to place kisses along his mewling daughter’s face, massaging her breasts as he did so.
“Isn’t it wonderful, Tara? Doesn’t it feel right to you?” Hakoda asked softly. All she could do was nod. Bato shot her a warm smile, thrusting more firmly now, and he whispered her name when he finally came. Her clenching drew it out, and multiple shots of his seed squirted deep inside of her, filling her up.
Bato placed firm kisses along her face, remaining within her for a few more moments. She turned her face towards him, nuzzling him back, her hand caressing along his side before coming up to touch his face and hair. He let her touch him, grinning happily, and his own hands trailed along her cheeks. A few moments passed, them exchanging tender caresses, before Hakoda chuckled and shifted. Bato looked up at him and smiled, sliding out of the girl.
Katara whimpered softly at the sensation of being emptied and tried to hold onto Bato, clearly wanting to prolong the pleasure of the intimate union. But Bato grinned and winked at her, shaking her head.
“It’s okay. The night is not over.” he replied before he lay back on the furs contentedly. Keeping his eyes on the girl, he shot her another reassuring smile before propping a rolled up fur under his head to use as a pillow, and to keep his head up so he could watch her. He lay there almost lazily, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, still reeling from the pleasure that Katara had given him.
Hakoda gently lifted his daughter’s head off his lap and came around, placing his hands on her side. She gave out a surprised yelp as he gently pushed her, rolling her over onto her stomach.
“On your knees, my Tara…” Hakoda whispered as he lifted her hips, propping her up on her knees. It was a lovely sight, and he rubbed her behind, kneading the cheeks lovingly as he glanced at her swollen and glistening sex.
She moaned softly, knowing what her father was about to do. At this point, she had given up on fighting off the two men, especially because it felt so good. She rested her head the furs, letting Bato stroke her face and hair as she waited for her father to take her, her heart pounding with anticipation.
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