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Explosion
By : AloofandAndrogynous
Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General
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Chapter 2
I was emailed with a question regarding this story and when it's set, I should have mentioned that in the last chapter! ^^ This happens right after 'The Runaway', near the end where Combustion Man is chasing the kids through town. It was also a industrial area, so I figured that an old factory or warehouse would be a handy spot near that town to have this story set in!
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“Please...” she said firmly. Even to this, she remained strong, “Leave my body be.”
He slowly shook his head, smirking slightly as if to ask Why should I? Firmly rubbing her slit from front to back with a finger, he was rewarded with a loud mewl, and a renewed struggle against his clawed hand.
Katara was shocked from the noises that came out of her own mouth, but dear Tui and La, what he was doing felt good. She arched her back. Everything about her body was attuned to those sensations. The tent within his pants was rather visible, and he did nothing to hide it as he continued to tease her for a moment before starting to slide a finger within, using her thumb to rub her little clit and tease it out of its hood.
She would be all too happy to Waterbend, except there were no ready sources of water nearby, and she couldn't Bend with her hands bound. She could only hope that the others would come and rescue her before he went too far. The blue-eyed girl couldn't stop the cry that escaped her lips when he suddenly pressed her clit, and she certainly couldn't help the extra little flick her captor gave in response.
Her little sounds, and the scent of her arousal was only increasing his own desire. His pants felt too tight for his own liking, and he gave out a soft groan, sliding his finger in further.
Her face found his at that small sound. So he wasn't mute, after all? His wriggling finger only rubbed her more as she tried to adjust. She hissed through her teeth and swore again, and he smiled to himself faintly. Knowing that she would need to be prepared for his considerable erection, he started to work in another finger, listening attentively to her little mewls and taking pleasure in them. His movements, his gaze seemed to say I won't hurt you. All I want is to share pleasure, and I will have it.
She blushed under his dark gaze, meeting his eyes with her own. It was extremely hard to keep eye contact, however, with two large fingers working her virgin body. She tossed her head back and whimpered, slightly pressing her legs together again out of pure reflex.
Not relenting at all, he continued to work her, slowly and methodically, scissoring his fingers as she mewled in protest, her tight cunt clenching around his fingers. Her eyes raked over his body once more, taking in his sizable build. Her blue eyes fell on the evidence of his own arousal and a new fear, overtook her. His fingers were already painfully large, and his arousal was rather... sizeable.
“Please.” she asked, trying another plea. “I'm too young and small. I'm not meant for this.” she said, trying to keep her mind clear as he rubbed her clit as he scissored her, to distract and pleasure her as he prepared her. He gave pause for a moment, following her embarrassed gaze to his bulge. Looking back at her face, he gave no reply as he continued to explore her young body.
“Please.” she whispered. “It – it won't fit.”
Well. He had to admit she had a point. But then, this was why he was fingering her, to prepare her and make sure she was nice and wet for what he wanted to do. How many men showed that much consideration to maidens they were about to ravage? And then he'd see if it really would fit or not. In response, he scissored more widely, still rubbing her clit to make sure that she would continue to be slick as he lowered his head to suck on a nipple.
Rational thought nearly flew out the window as he took her breast into his mouth. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He alternated between sucking the little tit, and licking or kissing her breasts, nuzzling the soft mounds of flesh. His cock was practically screaming for release now.
She squirmed and writhed with his every touch, and he couldn't help but appreciate just how responsive she was. Finally, his hand withdrew, and Katara was surprised at the soft, dismayed cry that escaped her lips when his hand withdrew from her now throbbing sex, the knot in her stomach now almost unbearable.
He gave her a triumphant smirk topped with a burning gaze as his eyes traveled down her body. Her small frame shuddered once. Without hesitation, he undid his belt buckle and loosened his pants and underwear with his good hand, his throbbing cock springing free as if it had a mind of its own, long and thick, as befitting someone of his size and stature, the head already precum.
Katara blushed and like the maiden she was looked away demurely. The image, however, was burned forever in her brain. Such a huge and impressive-looking organ... she had never seen one before but knew immediately that his endowment was rather... generous. His clawed hand slid away from her wrists, and she rubbed them, feeling intimidated as he loosened his shirt as well, showing off his wide chest. Muscles flexed as he moved and she watched him with wide eyes. His body was impressive, as was his – her eyes dropped lower before she turned her head away yet again, blushing madly.
She shook her head weakly, her fists flailing against him as he tugged her away from the little corner. Dear Agni above, he couldn't remember being so aroused before. Her scent was almost maddening, and he would have her.
The floor was cool under her back as he pushed her against it and she shivered slightly. He took her knees and began to pry them apart. With renewed strength, she held her legs together and began cursing him again. He shook his head and slowly pried them apart, smelling her arousal.
“Please. I must keep my purity for the man I will marry.” she pleaded as he positioned himself. He said nothing, nudging her entrance experimentally. She let out a whimper, as he slid a fraction of the way in. She was tight, that was for sure... But he was careful. Using his good hand to finger her clit to keep her pleasured, he slid in inch by inch, very carefully, watching her face for any genuine pain.
It was a tight fit and he was so large... but he was gentle, genuinely shocking the Waterbender. She felt him pause when he came to her barrier and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling sweat bead on her brow.
“Please.” she asked, issuing one final plea which she was certain he would ignore. Already she felt so full, even though she knew she had more depth within her to take him in. He was sheathed halfway, his cock throbbing madly. He was surprised at his own restraint!
He broke it quickly, sheathing himself within her fully. Her body raised from the ground and she let out a cry of pain. But he stilled, waiting for her to adjust.
“Oh...” she moaned, whimpering for a moment before stilling as well. She took a deep breath before staring up at him, into his eyes as he stared back just as silently. His gaze was impassive, or at least it seemed. Katara waited for the pain in her body to subside. He just watched, waiting for the right moment to resume.
Her limbs slackened, knowing there was no way out of this. With another deep breath, she exhaled slowly, her hands tentatively reaching out to touch his chest and its hard muscles, noting that it felt much like a rock warmed under the sun. He showed no outward emotion at this new development, but inside he was cheering. Here, he had broken this strong-willed wildcat and she was now reaching to touch him.
After patiently letting her explore a bit, he figured she would be comfortable with him continuing what he had set out to do, and he started to rock his hips slightly, watching her reaction. Oh, she was so tight and so hot. When he moved, Katara moaned, not expecting the sudden pressure or the growing build of heat. He pressed deeper into her and she gasped, digging her nails into his sides. He wasn't one to complain, and gradually increased his thrusts, his balls slapping against her thighs as he started thrusting more deeply and firmly, exulting in her touch and heat, trying to hold back so that he wouldn't orgasm too soon – it was hard not to with this beautiful woman under him. He wasn't quite able to put his entire length in her – not even the whores he had hired before were able to accommodate him fully – but he wasn't about to complain when he felt that tight and warm heat around most of himself.
Every new sensation was like fire to her skin. She moaned and gasped, writhed and leaned, raked and clawed, from both passion and from one last-ditch attempt to fight him off. But he was like rock, and her attacks only served to make him go harder, though he did maintain control, his thrusts hard but smooth and measured. What had seemed so dauntingly large before now had her begging for more.
And her begging only made him want her more. Fuck. Her moaning and clawing at him was slowly pushing him to the edge. Obligingly, he pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, before he forced her onto her fours and went at her again. This new – and shocking – arrangement had Katara about to complain. But her captor began thrusting into her and all bets were off. She screamed loudly, heated moans escaping her lips at intervals. She wasn't supposed to be feeling pleasure, she didn't want to, yet his manipulation of her sensitive nub and womanhood was forcing her to respond in the way that he wanted.
Loud growls escaped his throat now, and it was in this position that he came. He had to be careful to not set off an accidental explosion, and tightly reined in his combustive energy as he orgasmed, for 'bad' would be an understatement of what would happen if the building came down around them. She cried out as she felt his seed sear her inner walls, thick and hot and plenty, and he continued his fierce attentions, as hard as ever. His good hand reached under, and she mewled again when her clit was played with again. It took but a few strokes and rubs of the ultra-sensitized nub before she had her own orgasm as well, and she didn't notice the small smirk of satisfaction on his face as she buckled up against him, writhing in orgasm.
Was it fire ripping through her or water washing over her...? Katara wasn't sure. But she knew that her knees felt weak and her core throbbed madly. When he pulled out of her she collapsed to the ground, her body hitting the cool and dusty wooden floor without too much damage. She sighed, muttering something inaudible, too stunned from her orgasm to try to run, and trembled slightly before she felt a warm hand on her back. Tensing, she wondered what he wanted now.
His face was relaxed, looking even somewhat gentle, and her head lolled weakly as she glanced up at him. She hated to admit it, but that hand felt good. She felt his seed seep from her cunt, for he had a rather big load – not that she should be surprised. He rubbed her back in a surprisingly tender manner, feathering his fingers over where he guessed she was sensitive.
A soft moan of pleasure from her told him just which areas to touch and he did just that, treating her reverently, rather surprising for a man who had taken what he wanted from her without her consent. Sighing, she pushed her thoughts from her head. Now was not the time to question the morality of her current situation.
Half-heartedly, she started to wiggle away, only he pulled her back. He pinched her rear slightly and she yelped, glaring back at him angrily. He merely smirked, before giving her ass a squeeze.
Her cheeks flushed again as she glanced at his face. There was a slight shine of amusement in his eyes, but his face was emotionless.
“You're a bastard.” she murmured as he gently pulled her closer, so that she was halfway draped onto his chest. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his body heat seeping into her. She tried to wiggle away again, but he held her firm. She didn't even bother trying to beat him with her fists, and let her head drop, her face turned towards him as he continued to touch her, keeping her down with his claw.
“You've had your fun.” Katara said softly, “Let me go.”
He shook his head, already aroused again, his manhood standing at full attention. She let out a squeak, tugging at his frightening claw. Her eyes were wide but her breathing hitched slightly.
“After that, you're already aroused again?” she begged, feeling the cool metal of the claw against her naked flesh. He allowed her a nod, running his hand down the front of her body and stopping just above her flower. She whimpered softly and shook her head, a slight breeze wafting through the empty room causing her to shiver as the sweat on her skin intensified the cool feeling.
Sweat. Their actions had made both of them sweaty. And while she was in the cell with Toph, she had figured out a new use for sweat! Thank the spirits that she had figured that out not long before she had been knocked out by his explosion and brought here!
Before he could speak, her hand whipped up in a quick motion, and Katara felt the moisture leave her skin, beading through the air in a graceful display. The drops of water remained suspended in the air for a moment before she sliced her hand downwards, aiming for the hand that was about to molest her again.
Pain exploded through her wrist when his fingers swiftly dove upwards to make contact with her hand, and she shrieked in pain, the sharp water whip instantly dissolving back into droplets that harmlessly splattered at the area where his hand used to be, splashing against her thigh.
Before she could quite assess what had just happened, she found herself against the wall, her back touching cool and rusted metal as he glared up at her fiercely. Without preamble, he slid back in, causing her to arch and scream at the sudden intrusion, for he had simply shoved in without taking any time. This caused her to quickly forget about her throbbing wrist, and she found herself being fucked hard.
With every thrust, he pounded her into the wall and she cried out, moaning and cursing. Again he came within her, and when he pulled out, his seed dripped down her outer lips, causing her to blush. He walked backwards from the wall, holding her up, until he found a suitable place to lay her down. She was thoroughly exhausted and admitted that to him with a sting to her pride.
His smirk wasn't a mean one, but that of pleasure, which actually surprised her. He noted the leaking between her legs and felt pride at having such a generous endowment. She followed his gaze and flushed even deeper. He noticed, though he offered no explanation as to why he was staring at her like that. Too tired to be shy, she only shivered as his eyes drank her form in hungrily.
He would never forget this night. Ever. He was now rather tempted to just carry her off, and keep her as his lovely little pet. That idea made him smirk, and she looked away shyly. He reached forward and grasped her chin, turning her pretty little face back to his.
“Could I... put my clothes back on?” she asked softly. Finally after several moments of silence, he shrugged and nodded. Trying not to move too fast and anger him, she stood and went over to her discarded clothes. They were scattered around and she knelt to get them, not trusting him to allow her to bed over. Once she had all her clothes – and feeling his eyes on her – she clutched them to herself, hiding her nakedness as she felt his seed leak out of her. For several moments, she felt numbing despair – what if she would carry his child, what would her father say if he found out that his daughter had been dishonored? What man would marry a maiden who wasn't truly one?
But realization hit her. She could bend perfume, soup, sweat – probably piss too, though she hadn't tried that one. It stood to reason that she could... Her heart thudded at the prospect. She couldn't help but wonder if other Waterbenders had tried the same technique.
Keeping her clothes firmly in front of her, she used her other hand to make a flicking motion. She felt the fluids within her womb stir, and swallowed. She had never Bended anything within herself. She felt his eyes on her, and ignored him, flicking her wrist – the one he hadn't hit – carefully. Slowly but surely she felt his seed being pulled out of her, and she continued until she felt nothing more within. The evidence of her efforts was manifested in a large glob of their mixed fluids, and she blushed slightly. She then fixed her eyes on him, thinking how ironic it would be if he were attacked by his own come.
His stare told her that he had already anticipated her thoughts as he had watched the fluids come out from behind her bundled clothes. With a warning glare, he pointed to the floor.
Katara eyed him levelly, and the pain of her throbbing wrist – not broken, fortunately – reminded him of what he was capable of. She let go of her mental hold on the suspended fluid, and it fell to the floor with a harmless splatter. She felt a blush creep across her features as he studied her. Trying her hardest to ignore her audience, she dressed quickly. Maybe too quickly, but she didn't care.
“Well. I hope you're happy now.” she said with a small pout, trying to hide the fact that she had shown so much pleasure before. He shifted slightly in her direction and she halted her teasing. The last thing she wanted was for him to come after her again.
Or was that really the last thing she wanted? The orgasms had been mindblowing, and she had enjoyed his ferocity... She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. No! she scolded herself. You're not supposed to enjoy this!
He noted her inner conflict and smirked to himself even as he pulled up his pants and closed his shirt, feeling rather sated, at least for the time being.
That mixed relief and disappointment she felt as he covered himself did nothing for her conflicted reasoning. She closed her eyes and hoped Aang would rescue her soon.
“The Avatar's gonna kick your ass, you know.” she said, trying to be brave. He gave her a look that clearly showed his disbelief – remember how you all tried to attack and flee at the lake? his eyes seemed to say – and to this, she stuck out her tongue. He took the distance between them quickly enough to catch her off guard, pushing her against the wall and plundering her mouth with his tongue.
Damn, she thought to herself, her own tongue wrestling against his in a attempt to expel the intruder. He tasted faintly of smoke and something slightly spicy. Her soft body was pressed against his considerably firmer one and she could feel his good hand gripping her ass. He used his other arm to keep them from toppling over.
Damnit, but she could not help but feel aroused again, and part of her hoped he would take her again. Finally, he broke the kiss, and she gasped, panting for breath as she stared up at him. His eyes were glued to her reverently as he turned them, pushing her to the ground. She fought, albiet half-heartedly, as his hands reached for her breast...
...It was then that her three friends dropped in on Appa through a gap in the roof.
“Aang!” she cried out, her eyes wide as she felt frustration mixed with relief. Combustion Man looked up, then looked back down at the Waterbender. She had this look of horror on her face, and she was crying again. She began to fight back in earnest.
“Get off me, you bastard!” He dropped her – albeit carefully, and turned to face the Avatar, ready to make the kid explode, only she tackled him from behind to distract him.
The little sneaky... she dug her fingers in to the earlier claw marks and he reached back to grab her. With this, the kid blew a huge gust of wind that knocked him down, Katara getting out of the way just in time. He flew into the wall, causing the old structure to begin collapsing.
“It's coming down!” Sokka shouted, launching himself towards Appa and pulling her up onto the beast. As they flew off, Katara could not help but look back down at him as the sky bison took off into the sky.
His eyes met hers as the ceiling caved in, and she shivered. Somehow, she knew that it would take more than a collapsing building to get rid of him.
“You okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?” Sokka asked, taking note of his sister's disheveled appearance. All she could do was shake her head.
“We were so worried about you!” Aang stated as he looked over his shoulder at the girl he liked. She managed a faint smile.
“I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
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Explosion	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 20100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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