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Reap What You Sow	By : AnotherAlien Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Key To All This
- 2-Unlocked Potential
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It seems Sokka’s lovely wife has the same idea in mind as him.
“Hey Piss Princess.” Suki jeers, and of course Azula immediately turns up at that, “Com‘ere”

“Ah, ah. Babies don’t walk.” Suki chides, at which Azula stills, “Crawl”
“Yes,” Azula squeaks, her twitchy legs stumbling down. Poor girl looked like she could barely walk.
Suki isn’t satisfied. “Yes who, little girl?”
“Yes Auntie.” Azula amends.
“Good girl.” Suki says, nudging her forward.
Azula follows, tentatively stopping in front of Suki’s knees and then pleadingly looking up, clearly asking for further instruction.
“Kiss my feet.” Suki commands instead.
“Yes Auntie. Thank you Auntie.” Azula replies, gently taking Suki’s left foot and kissing the big toe’s knuckle before doing the same with her right.
Once finished Azula gingerly looks up to Suki once more.
“Very good,” Suki tells Azula, spreading her legs and sporting a shit-eating grin the likes of which Sokka hasn’t seen since wartime, ”now come eat your dinner.”
Azula goes beet-red, but follows the command. Sokka can’t stop himself from hunching over Suki to get a better look.
Watching Azula tentatively using both of her index fingers to part Suki’s lush bush before giving it a lick that would have looked more like Azula was getting a taste if not for the look she send Suki while doing so.
It’s like the girl was begging for the last piece of seal jerky, or whatever fire jerks liked to eat. It was hard to imagine royalty like Azula want for anything, come to think of it, but clearly Sokka’s imagination is lacking, because Azula is putting Aang’s best puppy face to shame out here.
Suki, Yue bless her heart, simply laughs in Azula’s face, takes a fist of her hair and smushes her head against Suki’s pussy. After which Suki’s grin remains even after her laughter stops and instead a sound emerges from Azula that Sokka would otherwise have associated with a lack of table manners.
But Sokka gets little time to analyze the matter any further, because Suki quickly downs out the sound with her own mess of moans and groans, as she greedily chases her own high, lurching forward and clenching down on Azula’s face with her thighs. Almost as if Suki is trying to stuff Azula’s whole head inside.
Before long, Suki finally arrives at her destination, as she releases her deathgrip on Azula’s poor face and she leans back on the bed, letting her whole body go slack and humming contently as Azula keepings going at it, though at a more relaxed pace.
Then Suki turns to him, a dopey smile on her face. “Sokka~”, she purrs, “would you be a dear, and get me the little girl’s keys? I want you to play with her. She’s being so good after all.”
Sokka blinks, only now realizing he’d just been standing there like a fool, completely mesmerized by the scene in front of him.
“Right,” he says, slapping himself, “of course.”
With that Suki turns her attention back to Azula, leaving Sokka with the realization he has no clue where those keys actually are.
Suki’s leaning over Azula again, murmuring something in her ear. Something tells Sokka they won’t appreciate him barging in on their conversation.
And they’re making out now. Yeah, Sokka really doesn’t wanna interrupt those two.
With that he regretfully turns away from the lovely sight. It’s shame, but Sokka really does need some focus to figure out the key thing.
Alas, Sokka’s sacrifice ends up for naught as light laughter fills the air and his mind wanders off once more.
Really, he expected himself to feel some type of way about letting people inside his wife’s pants, not that she’s currently wearing any, but --
Wait a second! Pants… maybe Suki left the keys in her pockets? It’s not the eureka Sokka would like it to be, but it’s the best he has got right now.
Just as well, because some undignified rummaging through a mess of haphazardly thrown clothing later, which took longer than Sokka would have liked, and he finds the key in Suki’s pants, in the fourth and last pocket he checked, but who’s counting?
“Got the keys.” Sokka calls.
Suki turns her face to him, still biting her lip.
“Oh hi~,” Suki purrs, looking a little out of it, “I was beginning to wonder if you left us.”
“I’m still here.” Sokka corrects, a little too fast.
“Well, since you’ve got the keys~ ” Suki mewls, before motioning for Azula to pause her ministrations. “Would you take the honor of unlocking our treasure? I’d love for you to… do the deed right about now.”
“Of course.”
Sokka crouches down where Azula is still sitting next to the bed, her head resting against Suki’s thigh, and unlocks the lock on Azula’s belt. Despite her obvious want, she doesn’t immediately undress herself. Instead, she silently begs him to go ahead. A request Sokka acquiesces, starting with unclasping the buckle holding the shoulderbelts of her overalls in place.
Now at face level with the princess, Sokka finds her face reeks of sex. It’s a smell more alluring than Sokka might like to admit and it leaves him unable to resist giving Azula a few pecks on the cheek, and then a few more, and then a kiss on the mouth. All the while Azula does nothing humm contently and give Sokka free reign to push her around.
It remains a mystery to Sokka what turned this woman so meek, but so too did he wonder why he couldn’t get off her shirt. With the buckle loose and her belt removed, the top part of Azula’s overalls lay loose beside her, but the shirt underneath stubbornly stays in place. To the point that it would probably rip.
Azula sends him a small smile. “I’m afraid if you want that off in one piece you’ll have to take care of my pants first, uncle.” In a tone that suggests she wouldn’t mind either way.
Puzzled, Sokka does exactly that, but what he finds only surprises him more.
For some reason, Azula’s shirt wraps around her groin, held in place by a triplet of buttons. Which at least explains why Sokka couldn’t get the shirt off earlier, though that raises about as much questions as it answers. More pressing, however, is what’s poking out underneath.
“What’s this?” Sokka blurts out.
If Azula had been blushing before, now she turns a colour that would put the Fire Nation to shame. “O-Oh that?” She stammers, “It’s the, uhm, garment my Mo~ I mean, Mai and Ty Lee had me wear. Today.”
“What? To like, pad out your behind?”
“Exactly! I’m sure you’ll be much more interested in what’s underneath, so would you please continue? Uncle?”
“Sure.”
With that Sokka undoes the button holding Azula’s odd shirt in place, fully unleashing the thick, white cloth swaddling Azula’s hips almost like a~
“Awww,” Suki cuts in, “did your mommies put you in a diaper? Looks like you really are a baby. No wonder they called you potty princess.” Then she puts her index to her chin, looking up as if in though. “Maybe you’re not grown-up enough for the ‘play’ after all.”
“No! Please auntie, I’ve been a good girl.” Azula pleads, “Really! I’ll do anything.”
Suki chuckles. “Oh, I was just kidding dear, but I’ll keep that in mind.”
Sokka really ought to be worried at just how into her role his wife is getting. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Regardless Sokka undoes the knot holding Azula’s diaper. Really, it would’ve been silly not to. After all the time it took Sokka to get here.
Yet as Sokka unwraps the cloth, one last surprise awaits him.
“Seems like you’re already stuffed.” Sokka remarks, experimentally poking the wooden cylinder sticking out of Azula’s slick nethers and quickly eliciting yet another whimper. Oh she’s wet alright, just not the usual kind for those stuck in diapers. Explains why the princess’ so sensitive too. Her ass is stuffed too and by what looks to be door knob. Of all things.
“Not too fast please.” Azula whimpers when Sokka grabs the cylinder, having been long past asking questions. The wood quickly changes from cylindric to a more phallic shape. Roughly the same size of his own, not that Sokka is paying attention.
He grants Azula her wish, and doesn’t just jank the thing out like he planned to. In hindsight that probably wouldn’t have been a great idea anyways. Though he can’t resist wiggling the ‘toy’ back and forth a little, just to see Azula squirm. Sokka can definitely understand why Mai and Ty Lee would partake in this kind of ‘play’. He’s kind of temped to just fuck Azula like this, but alas.
“Darling, aren’t you forgetting something?” Suki cuts in, again.
Sokka takes a breath. “What now?” he doesn’t whine, because it’s not like even if Sokka hadn’t been worked up before, the delicious sound the toy makes as it plops out combined with Azula’s juicy pussylips winking back at him wouldn’t have done the trick. He doesn’t mind at all.
Suki makes a face at him, but continues on. “You’re forgetting her other toy, silly. Also as much fun as it is looking down at you two from up here. I’ll have to recommend getting on the bed.”
Sokka shrugs. “Fair enough on the second point, but I’m not sure I’m down to get that kind of dirty.”
“I’m not filthy.” Azula mutters.
“What? All that groveling and now you’re telling me your shit don’t stink?”
“I didn’t— Ugh, there’s none of… that. Mommy cleaned me out before she plugged me.”
“Wow,” Suki cuts in, “never thought Ty Lee would actually wipe your bum for you.”
“She did more than just wipe me,” Azula mutters, “and it was Mai.”
Oh, well… what is it they say again? Something about the quiet ones?
Apparently Sokka said that out loud, because Suki shrugs at him in response, while Azula turns indignant on behalf of her mommy, friend… Momfriend, Sokka has the sense people usually refer to something else when they use that turn.
Azula is still mid-spiel when Suki unceremoniously drags the princess onto the bed, promptly shutting her up.
“So waddaya say champ?” Suki asks when Sokka follows after, “I should add there wont be any of these types of offers from me, if that’s what you were hoping for.”
“I mean, if you insist.” Sokka muses. Finding no further need to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth.
He turns to Azula, who by now has returned to her new meek self, rolls her onto her stomach and gives an experimental tug on the doorknob plugging up her ass. Sokka barely gets the knob to budge before Azula lets out a pained whimper and clenches her ass down on it.
“Fuck,” she moans, “If we’re going to do this we’ll need more oil.”
“Oil? You planning on lighting up a lamp down there?”
“No the oils help with, uhm, playtime. Makes sure everything goes smoothly.” Azula explains and when Suki nods in understanding she continues, “They’re in the top drawer of the nightstand. I could get them, if you don’t mind auntie.”
“No I’ll go get it. You just stay put babygirl.” Suki says, letting a motherly tone seep into her voice, “And get a little more used to uncle’s company, why don’t you.” She finishes, giving the princess a wink before turning away.
Her face flush, Azula reluctantly turn back to him, which Sokka takes as his cue to pull the princess’ odd shirt off. When there’s no bra to be revealed underneath, Sokka lets his appreciation show by going in for a kiss. Azula eagerly accepts, parting her lush and unnaturally warm lips to let Sokka’s tongue enter as well.
It feels a bit odd, wrong, to kiss another woman, especially in front of his wife. Even though Suki did insist. But more than that, it’s exciting. Sokka presses the princess tightly against him and takes a handful of one of Azula’s breasts, who moans into his mouth as he starts kneading the supple flesh. They’re almost exactly like Suki’s and for a moment Sokka wants to pretend they are, to whisper his wife’s name in Azula’s ear. Just to see how she would react.
It's not a nice thought, so Sokka doesn’t mourn its passing when Suki arrives with a flask of oil.
“I’ve got the stuff,” she says, “but feel free to keep going at your own pace.”
Sokka is tempted, but the promise those flasks hold have become too alluring by now. So he pulls away just enough to reach for one of the flask before grabbing Azula’s shoulder and pushing it into the mattress.
Azula doesn’t even put up a token resistance, much less a real one, but she does smoothly pull her knees under her and arches her back, presenting her shapely, filled up ass to Sokka. Surely no one would blame Sokka for getting a bit cheeky and grabbing a handful at such a sight.
“The plug be easier to get out this way.” The princess mutters by way of explanation.
“Right.” Sokka mumbles before giving the royal behind one last squeeze and grabbing the flask Suki was handing him.
“So, what’s the idea?” He asks, rubbing his hands in the oil.
“You just, um, dab a little around the plug. It was already… treated when it went in, so no need to worry about the rest.”
“Wasn’t gonna.” Sokka deadpans, taking his sweet time doing as the princess asked and letting her squirm in place as he does.
Grabbing onto the knob, Sokka decides not to just pull it out like last time. Instead, very gently wiggling the thing side-to-side. Shimmying is his go-to for tight spots, why wouldn’t it work here?
Azula certainly isn’t complaining and before long Sokka finds a rhythm to it. After that its just a simple matter of building pressure and—
“Fuck.” Azula yelps as the plug swoops out.
Fuck indeed.
That was… is a lot more egg-shaped than Sokka was expecting. Big too, definitely bigger than an artic hen’s, but still smaller than a komodo chicken. Sokka takes a second to admire the plug’s shape. He’d expected something more, well, dick shaped like the other one. The form would certainly help with staying in place, and Sokka has to hand it to Mai or whoever made this. There is something strangely aesthetically pleasing about it, which Sokka wouldn’t have expected from a doorknob glued to an egg, but here we are.
“You wanna try that thing out?” Suki pipes up.
“No.” Sokka answers, too fast, and quickly puts it on the nightstand.
Eager to change topics he grabs Azula and pulls her toward him.
“Say princess,” he tells her, “since uncle Sokka helped you with your ‘toys’. Why don’t you make sure my toys ready for our play?”
Y-yes uncle,” Azula stammers, letting Suki pour a little oil in her open hands while Sokka ignores his wife’s too-knowing smile.
Sokka’s only half pretending anyways. Having his hard on hard-pressed against the royal behind is proving quite the distracting. He lets his dick slide between Azula’s legs and wraps his arms while she starts stroking him.
While Sokka keeps one arm around Azula’s midsection to fondle her breast and lets the other venture downwards, he can’t help but chuckle: Azula’s movements are so clumsy. Sokka’s probably distracting her too much, not that that would make him stop, but it does make him wonder if Azula’s ever been with a man before. Sokka hadn’t heard of the princess having any lovers before Mai and Ty Lee, but it’s not like he would’ve been in the know at the time. And with her beauty and power, surely, there would’ve been plenty of suitors. From the way she’s acting now, there wouldn’t have been a complete lack of interest either.
In any case, Sokka has bigger fish to fry.
“Good job princess,” he mock-praises, before grabbing Azula’s thighs and pulling them both back. Letting himself sit on his ass and the princess on his lap. From there Sokka takes his sweet time find his entrance to the royal backdoor.
It would probably have been easier to just shove Azula’s face back against the mattress, but taking her like that would take the fun out of trying something new. He’d already been in almost the same position with Suki just moment before after all.
It turns out to be just as well, because Azula gives no complaints as Sokka finally gently(!) enters her while he moves his grip from her thighs to her ass, lifting her up for a better angle. Her whimpering cacophony of moans and mewls underscoring Sokka easing himself into the tightest vice grip of his life has him wonder how he ever had any doubts.
As a cherry on top having the princess all hoisted up and exposed like this is just the enticement Suki needs to join the fray. Without a sound, she suddenly grabs the princess’ face and starts making out with her. His wife ends up pressing so hard against Azula, Sokka has to fight to keep upright.
“You’re taking uncle’s toy very well for such a little girl,” Suki tells Azula once they break off, ”How about we play with yours as well.”
“Thank you Auntie.” Azula squeaks while Suki shows one of Azula’s toys. It’s the bigger, phallic one and it looks like it’s been oiled up, or was the glistening already there?
Suki has the tip of the ‘toy’ wiggle in and out of Azula’s nethers and wraps her remaining hand around the Azula’s neck, all the while Sokka slowly finds his way deeper and deeper in the princess.
The two women start kissing again, turning the princess in an even more excitable state. Emboldened, Sokka starts upping his own pace, though he’s starting to lose the feeling in his arms.
“Fuck Azula” Sokka groans, “if i’d known you were like this back then, i don’t know what i would have done.”
“I know~” She croaks, “I was hoping it would be like this.”
Sokka slams into her, toppling the lot of them over on Suki.
“Oh god~,” Azula moans, her voice dropping as her splinter clenches down on him even harder than before. It’s good they had lubed up, but even so: Sokka is pretty sure he just tore something.
He doesn’t have it in him to care though. He starting to lose his grip. Spirits this woman, La drown her and her filthy mouth.
That doesn’t happen. Instead, Sokka increases the pressure, ramming the princess deeper into his wife. The hand one holding the Azula’s thigh gives it a hard squeeze, while Sokka’s other holds him up against the mattress. From the delicious mewls his actions earn him, it’s clear neither of the girls mind.
Still wanting more, Sokka wraps his arms around Azula’s chest and throat pulling them both back upright on their knees, burying his dick fully inside her ass and forcing her back flush against his chest and. In return she bucks her hips back and forth until she’s almost going faster than he does. It seems Azula’s getting close, Suki must be doing a number on her.
Sokka grins while he leans into Azula’s ear "I remember a certain naughty girl who used to call me a savage." he whispers, flexing his arm against her throat.
“I did uncle.” The princess squeaks out, her voice turning more panicked the more she talks, “I’m sorry. I was a bad girl. Please~”
Sokka cuts her off by ramming into her once more. "How you like this savage dick." he hollers.

“I love it Uncle!” Azula cries while Sokka pounces against her, “Thanks you! Please give me more~”
Then Azula lets out Sokka’s favorite sound of the night yet, not anything high and whiney but a groan deep and guttural, while bearing the mother of all clenches down on Sokka’s dick. Eventually Azula’s whole body almost starts convulsing as she tightens and releases her grip on Sokka, before she collapses on Suki.
Sokka blanches. Did she just~
Suki bursts out laughing, breaking Sokka’s line out thought.
“Savage dick,” she repeats, wiping away a tear from eye, “I’ll remember that one.”
“Shut up,” Sokka mutters, reluctantly pulling his dick out of Azula’s backside. He had wanted to finish, but the moment is ruined now.
“Hmm, no that won’t do,” Suki mumbles, eyeing Sokka hard cock.
She turns to Azula. “How about you clean that up baby girl? And use your mouth would you?” Suki adds.
“What?” Azula asks, still dazed. Then she turns to Sokka. “Oh.” she murmurs, snapping out of it, “Yes Auntie.”

Gingerly, the princess wraps her lips around the tip of Sokka’s waiting cock. Then Suki grabs the back of Azula’s head and shoves the princess all the way down the base. Sokka curls his toes swallowing a scream at the scraping of teeth and he’s just about to come undone when Azula wraps her tongue around him, before that Suki pulls Azula’s head back up, just as suddenly as she’d pushed it down.
“Don’t you get greedy princess,” Suki chides the woman, “You were just cleaning up.”
And then Suki starts sucking his dick herself. Sokka doesn’t even last a minute. He tries to warn Suki, but she ignores him and lets him release into her mouth.
Suki releases Sokka’s cock with a satisfied ‘pop’ and licks her lips.
“You swallowed it” Sokka mutters, somewhat in awe. He doesn’t know why that of all things surprises him the most this night.
“Don’t get used to it.” Suki lies, grinning up at him. “I just couldn’t get outdone by a little girl now could i?”
“Of course,” Sokka replies, putting the back off his hand on his forehead in faux-offense.
"That was nice,” Azula cuts in, “you two are not still mad at me for~ you know?'
"No it's fine,” Sokka replies, waving her off, “Seriously we’ve been over this: it was a long time ago, you didn't know any better at the time, you apologized and you’ve even changed since then."
“Good. That’s good.” Azula mumbles, “Uhm, one more thing.”
“What?”
“You two remember that diaper? Because I’m gonna need a new one.”

~

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