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Katara was not nude, but close to it. The waterbender had a white cloth two piece bikini on. Both pieces were extremely thin, really only strings around her back and hips to hold up tiny triangles of white cloth that, once splashed, were see-through, leaving her effectively naked. The bottom was a thong as well, leaving the bright white line to disappear in between her massive mocha ass cheeks. The bra piece was also too small, leaving her puffy nipples poking out from behind the small cloth coverings on all sides.

Aang was in his breeches, the pant legs rolled up to keep him as dry as possible. The water only went about halfway up their ankles. The ground beneath their feet was solid stone, with large arches of natural rock poking out of the water, making the whole area quite serene. The air was warming up rapidly as Spring approached, only a few days away.

And yet, despite it all, Sokka was not relaxed. “You guys are gonna be done soon, right?” The warrior asked as he drifted naked on his massive leaf. He picked his head up to look at his sister and friend. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover if we want to make it to Omashu today.”

Katara groaned, her arms slumping forward in annoyance at her brother’s nagging. “What?” She asked, placing a hand on her curvy hip. She turned to face him, her tits nearly slipping out of her tight micro-bikini from the gesture. “Like you’re ready to go right now, naked guy?”

“I could be ready in two minutes,” Sokka replied, lazily hanging all of his appendages down into the water. He raised a wet hand out of the water, pulling his bangs out of his face. “Seriously, whenever.”

Katara scoffed, shaking her head as she watched him continue to glide along the water.

“So,” Aang’s polite voice cut in. “You were showing me the Octopus Form,” He reminded his teacher.

Katara turned back to Aang, her bust once again almost escaping their confines. Aang tried his best not to stare, feeling his cock beat against his breeches.

“Right,” Katara stated, bringing her hands up to her curvy hips again. “Let me see your stance.”

Aang took his ready position, legs spread wide, arms out with extended hands, back arched slightly, bracing for an attack. Katara studied it for a moment, doing her best not to be distracted by the outline of the monk’s dick in his breeches, silently happy that her thighs were already soaked from the water lest Aang notice how truly wet she was. She watched the Monk adjusting slightly, raising his shoulders higher than he needed to, giving him a sort of hunched appearance.

She moved through the shallow water, drawing up alongside him. Her hands came out, grabbing his wrists. “Your arms are too far apart,” she said rather matter-of-factly. She manoeuvred behind Aang to help him, pressing her bust into his back. His cock twitched again at the feeling of her soft skin on his own. “See, if you move them closer together, you protect your centre.” She pressed into him, knowing just how much her bust was pressing into his back. The waterbender leaned in, her mouth inches from Aang’s ear. “You got it?” She whispered in a sultry tone. A smile crossed her face as she heard the familiar beating of Aang’s cock against his clothes, like a caged animal, raging at its containment.

“Oh, yeah,” Aang stuttered, sweat running down his brow. “Thanks.”

Katara let him go, moving back across the water. Aang was hypnotised, watching her massive, completely exposed ripple and sway with her walk, clapping quietly from the simple movement. Katara’s thick thighs were brushing together too, causing her entire form to jiggle and bounce with even the slightest movement.

“Okay,” Katara said, suddenly spinning around, a serious look on her face. “Let’s see what you got!” She took a ready stance, watching as Aang tried to snap himself out of the haze of arousal.

The monk summoned up the water tendrils that gave the move its name, swaying tentacles in the air, waving back and forth to create a shifting water wall between him and his enemy. Katara’s arms went through a quick motion. A frozen dagger of ice leapt from the water, skimming along the surface towards Aang. The monk effortlessly manoeuvred his water wall, catching the dagger with the water tendril and throwing it onto the ground behind him, where it shattered. Another two came flying across the pond. Aang began to swing more of the tendrils around, this time blocking the hits head-on, letting the ice shatter off the surface of the water.

Katara changed her stance, launching three daggers in rapid succession. Aang pulled the tendrils apart, dodging the three with and letting them crash onto the land behind him. He arched his back, throwing an arm out and sending a water tendril forward. Katara could not react in time as the tube of water coiled around her thick thigh, snaking up to her crotch. She gave a soft moan as the water pushed the bikini bottom aside, exposing her soaked cunt. Aang flexed his fingers. The water tensed for a moment, clamping down on Katara’s leg and penetrating her twat.

“Ahhhh,” Katara moaned, her nipples rock hard under the bikini. “I see you’ve been slowly working some Xìng Zhàndòu into your Bending styles.” Her breaths were ragged as Aang continued to poke and prod at her wet cunt with the small insertion. She clasped her legs together, trying to dampen her arousal.

Aang dismissed the water, smiling in satisfaction at her work.

The sound of strumming roused Sokka’s attention. He sat up best he could on his leaf, looking out at the forest on the edge of the clearing where they had camped.

“Don’t fall in love with a travelin’ girl, she’ll leave your broken, broken-hearted ~” the voice sang through the air quite literally.

From over the crest of the ledge emerged five figures. At the front was a tall man with olive skin, straw-like brown hair flowing from under a strange red, blue and gold hat. In his hands was a lute, the main source of the music. A blue tunic with one side hung casually by his waist, with a lei and a turquoise sash around the waist, decorated his torso. His pants were baggy and olive green. It all clashed.

Next to him was an older woman with very sharp cheekbones. Her raven hair was cut short to her shoulders. An equally strange dark brown hat with a bright pink flower decorated her head. Pressed to her soft ruby lips was a flute. A short-sleeved tunic of bright pink and dark brown covered her entire slender form, though it struggled to contain the size of her massive bust, straining against the material. Her legs were covered by a long skirt, down to her feet.

Behind her was a portly man wearing a conical and bright pastel colour for his clothes. A drum was tied around his neck, which he was beating on. His jovial face was covered slightly with a moustache and goatee.

The last two had no instruments on them, moving in a strange walking dance with the music the other three played. The first was tall and lanky, wearing an oversized purple changshan, matched by equally baggy black pants. His black hair was long, hanging down his back.

The last was a slender girl in a tight red cheongsam. Her long brown hair sprang out from under a grey bandanna, trailing down to her thin waist, where her thick thighs flared out into a wide waist, stretching the long dress to its limits, trying to contain her massive ass and thick lower half. A satchel bounced at her side with every movement as she danced around to the man’s music. Her upper arms were covered in bangles and bracelets.

The music caused Momo to leap into the air, and the sudden weight change sent Sokka falling into the water.

The man with the lute paused as they approached, getting incredibly close to the trio before any of them seemed to notice the three semi-naked people in the water.

The quintet stopped, staring at the trio. The lead man smiled, pointing at them, “Hey-ey, river people!” He cheered.

“We’re not river people,” Katara replied in a confused tone.

“You’re not?” The man asked with a confused sneer. “Well, then what kind of people are you?”

“Just … people,” Aang replied with a shrug.

The man laughed. “Aren’t we all, brother? Hoo!” He spread his arms up to the sky for a moment before returning his attention to the not-river people in front of him.

Sokka marched forward, completely unbothered by his current nudity. “Who are you?” He questioned sharply, pointing at the man.

“I’m Chong,” Chong replied casually, gesturing to himself. He pointed next to the woman with the sharp cheekbones. “This is my wife, Lily. That’s Moku on the drums and his husband, Mo Shao. And that girl at the end is uhhh … Kyono. We’re nomads. Happy to go wherever the wind takes us.” He accentuated this statement by strumming rapidly on his lute, belting out a note.

“You guys are nomads?” Aang smiled. “That’s great! I’m a nomad.”

“Hey, me too!” Chong smiled, his eyes glazed over and red. 

“I … know?” Aang replied in confusion. “You just said that.”

“Oh,” Chong nodded slowly, trying to act as if he understood the conversation. He scratched the back of his head, trying to find something else to talk about. His eyes went to the warrior’s crotch. He leaned forward, studying it. “Nice underwear.”

Sokka looked down, realising that the five nomads were now staring at his flaccid penis. For once, Sokka felt deep discomfort having so many eyes on his dick, feeling terribly exposed in front of the strangers. Momo had been resting on his shoulders, her tail wrapped around his neck. Sokka grabbed the Lemur-Bat, holding her in front of his crotch but not touching any of his nether regions to her fur. He shuffled away to the side, trying to remember where he had left his clothes. 

Their stolen clothes were of poor quality and itchy. Zuko grunted in frustration as he pushed past the bushes of the field in which he and his uncle were standing. As he stepped out into the clearing, his foot caught on a vine, causing the banished prince to collapse to all fours.

“I didn’t find anything to eat,” he reported, grunting in frustration as he got back up, dusting himself off. He grunted in frustration, throwing his arms through the air. “I can’t live like this!” 

His eyes settled on his uncle, currently squatted in front of a bush, completely still, his back to Zuko. He shook his head at the man. “I wasn’t meant to be a fugitive!” He grunted, turning and kicking some of the rocks at his feet. His fists pumped into the air in rage. “This is impossible!” 

He calmed himself, hearing the sound of a large inhale from Iroh. He turned, a confused look on his face. “Uncle?” He called the man. “What are you doing?”

He moved up behind the man, finding that Iroh’s full attention was on a red and white flower blooming alone from the bush.

“You’re looking at the rare white dragon bush,” Iroh explained, wondering in his eyes as his hands danced around the flower. “Its leaves make a tea so delicious it’s heartbreaking!” He clasped his hands together, head reeling back as he swooned over his fantasy. He paused for a moment, drawing a hand to his chin to ponder his next thought. “That … or it’s the white jade bush, which is poisonous.”

Zuko clenched his fist in rage at his uncle’s distractions. “We need food, not tea,” he grunted. The prince turned, moving away from the man. “I’m going fishing.”

The prince disappeared into the tree line again, leaving General Iroh alone. He studied the plant intently, trying to discern any markings that would sway him one way or the other.

“Hmmm,” he scratched his chin. “Delectable tea or deadly poison?”

Sokka had mixed emotions about the whole ordeal. On the one hand, he knew that Omashu was still half a day's flight away through the twisting mountains of the land between them and the Earth Kingdom city. The territory around them was controlled largely by the Fire Nation, and having turned down the escort from General Fung’s men, they would face whatever opposition they encountered in the area alone. As such, he was desperate to get them to Omashu by nightfall this very night. Which meant they needed to leave well before noon.

However, as the midday sun beat down on them with its above-average temperatures, the Water Tribe warrior could only think about one thing.

How amazing it felt to be coring out Kyono the Nomad’s fat ass. She moaned and cooed wildly, as the warrior rutted himself inside her, his pelvis slamming into her bare ass, making it jiggle and ripple and clap. A wide smile was on her face as her whole body bounced and shook against Sokka’s crotch. Her arms were being held behind her back, Sokka’s hands clasped tightly on her wrists.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper! Fuck me with that massive fucking cock!” She was cheering as Sokka pounded her back door without mercy. He wasn’t entirely sure how they had gotten there; the last hour or so had been a haze. But, as the warrior’s cock rutted into her ass, filling the air with the rhythmic clapping off her massive, soft cheeks, he decided he didn’t care. He grabbed her hard, pulling her arms back as he thrust into her.

Her head flew backwards, tongue darting from her mouth. Her back arched slightly, trying to follow the pull of Sokka’s arms, contorting in pleasure. A bulge appeared in her stomach, a protrusion encasing Sokka’s massive cock head. His hands gripped tightly into Kyono’s wrists, squeezing tightly.

“Take it, bitch!” Sokka grunted, his face contorting as his cock bucked inside her ass.

“Just like that!” Kyono moaned. “My ass is for your cock! It’s your hole now! Use it how you please!”

“I fucking will,” Sokka growled, rutting his cock hard into her.

Elsewhere along the shoreline, Sokka and Kyono weren’t the only ones enjoying the midday sun. Moku and Mo Shao were both nude, embracing each other with kisses and caresses, Mo Shao stroking Moku’s thick but not long cock.

Katara was on her back, legs spread and locked around Aang as the monk thrust into her sopping wet cunt. Her fat, bubble butt rocked back and forth on the ground as Aang put his full weight behind every thrust, his lips sealed around her massive tits, sucking on her nipple. Katara’s arms were wrapped around Aang’s back, nails scratching into his back as he hilted his cock into her, the bulbous head thrusting deep into her womb. At the top of Aang’s shaved head was a crown of pink petals, fashioned for him by Lily. Katara’s hair was equally occupied by pale yellow leaves of a different bloom.

Chong was relaxing against some rocks, strumming his lute as Lily sucked on his cock, her lips bulging with his fat member. Her tongue lapped around the massive member. The entire valley was filled with a symphony of sex as all eight people engaged in open and sensual copulation.

“SO DEEP!” Katara cooed, her head rolling backwards. “FUCK! SUCK MY TITS MORE! IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!”

Aang pulled his mouth off Katara’s fat tit, his chin covered in drool, as was Katara’s breast.

“Man, you’re really a screamer,” Chong observed, seemingly barely phased by his wife’s mouth vacuum sealed around his cock, saliva pouring like waterfalls from her plump lips. 

“Y-yeah,” Katara chuckled, basking in the feeling of Aang’s cock buried inside her. “It’s tough not to be with oh fuck HOW GOOD THIS COCK FEELS INSIDE ME! FLOOD MY FUCKING WOMB WITH YOUR BALL BATTER!” Her hands convulsed, scratching into Aang’s back. The Monk winced at the feeling.

“Nice, little Arrowhead,” Chong chuckled. “Always great seeing a nomad practice free love.”

“Uhmph, even this guy knows what he’s doing,” Kyono chuckled in between the grunts and moans. “Though I can feel the stress in his cock, it's like a metal bar in my ass!”

Sokka grunted, his mind clearing for a moment, remembering the purpose of their journey. He turned and looked at Chong. “Look, I hate to be the wet blanket here, but since Katara is busy, I guess it’s up to me.” He hilted himself inside Kyono, making the nomad woman coo and moan, her hands writhing in the air. He looked over to Chong, looking eyes with the pack leader. “We need to get to Omashu. No sidetracks.”

“Whoa,” Chong nodded. “Sounds like someone’s got a case of Destination Fever, haha. You’re worried too much about where you’re going.”

Chong’s head rolled back, letting out a long moan. With a slurping POP! his wife removed her lips from his fat cock, stroking the spit-soaked shaft with her hand, barely able to wrap around the shaft completely. “You gotta focus less on the where and more on the going,” Lily mused before swallowing back down her husband’s cock, bobbing her head along the member.

Sokka’s hands released Kyono’s arms, letting the thicc nomad woman collapse forward. His strong, sturdy fingers came down, digging hard into her soft, fleshy hips. He slammed his cock forward, hilting himself inside her, making Kyono whimper pathetically as her cunt clenched, cumming from the rough use.

“Oh-“ Sokka grunted as his pelvis slammed into Kyono’s ass. “Ma!” He grunted again, feeling his orgasm rising. “SHU!” He slammed all the way inside, unleashing a torrent of cum, swelling the dancing girl’s stomach. Kyono moaned as her guts were swarmed with Sokka’s load. Sokka grunted, gripping tight into her skin until his knuckles were pale, trying to get all of his load out as quickly as possible. 

Katara moaned, rolling her head to look at Chong. Aang had temporarily stopped his humping, leaving his cock buried halfway inside her as the conversation continued. “Sokka’s right,” The Water Tribe bimbo said. “We need to find King Bumi so Aang can learn earthbending somewhere safe.”

Chong nodded, looking over at Katara. “Well, sounds like you’re heading to Omashu.”

Sokka brought his hand up, smacking his forehead in frustration. He felt Kyono grind on him, her ass twerking against his pelvis. He was still hard, feeling his member twitch deep inside her cum stuffed asshole. His hands returned to her hips, slamming into her harder, trying to fuck the annoyance out of his system. Kyono moaned loudly at the rough handling, her long brown hair bouncing and swaying like a breeze had hit her from how hard Sokka was using her.

Chong looked over to Aang, musing for a moment. “There’s an old story about a secret pass right through the mountains.”

Aang looked down at Katara, still pinned beneath him. “Is this real or a legend?” Katara asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, it's a real legend,” Chong replied with a nod. “And it’s as old as Earthbending itself.”

The nomad man reached over, retrieving his lute. Lily retreated off his cock, leaving the now flaccid, spit-soaked member to dangle between his legs. Lily wiped her lips, swallowing what was in her mouth.

Did he cum? Katara wondered When? He’s been barely paying attention to that gorgeous throat on his dick!

Chong readjusted himself, sitting up enough to strum his lute properly.Lily, despite just having had her throat destroyed for who knows how long, retrieved her flute, quickly backing him up. Even Moku joined in, banging away on his drum as Mo Shao swallowed down his fat cock.

“Two lovers, forbidden from one another~ 

A war divides their people~ 

And a mountain divides them apart~ 

Built a path to be together~” Chong's soothing voice filled the air, even calming Sokka’s annoyed thrusts for a moment. Kyono started twerking to the music, smiling as she grinded on the Warrior. Aang and Katara resumed their fucking, though for once the Water Tribe Bimbo was silent, her head turned to listen to the music. Her mouth opened as she felt waves of euphoria rushing over her body. 

Chong stopped strumming for a moment, looking up to the clouds, “Yeah, I forget the next couple lines, but … then it goes…

SECRET TUNNEL!~

 SECRET TUNNEL!!~ 

THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN~ 

Secret, secret, secret, secret tunnel!~”

Sokka grunted as he hilted in Kyono again, finishing with another eruption of cum deep inside her already overstuffed guts. Her stomach swelled even more, the nomad woman putting her hand on her gut to feel it expand.

Aang grunted as well, finishing into Katara, feeling her cunt clench hard on his cock like a velvet vice as a spray of squirt erupted from her twat.

“OH FUCK, SO MUCH CUM!” Katara mewled, drool running from her lips. Her stomach bloated as well, womb now stuffed with the familiar nut of Aang.

Sokka withdrew his dick from Kyono, completely soft.

“Yeah,” he panted. “I think we’ll stick with flying. We’ve dealt with the Fire Nation before.”

Katara and Aang were both given the warrior sceptical glances, worry clear on their faces.

“We’ll be fine,” he reassured them. 

“Yeah,” Aang nodded, feeling his confidence boost as he saw Sokka’s own assuredness. He rose to his feet, his own flaccid dick slick with Katara’s juices hanging between his legs. “Thanks for the help, but Appa hates going underground. And we need to do whatever makes Appa most comfortable.”

The Sky Bison was still lounging in the river, but rolled over and gave an appreciative grunt at Aang’s words.

Zuko marched back to where he had left his uncle, his head low in shame. His legs were soaked up to the thigh from thrashing about in the river. At the end of the branch he had used for impromptu spear-fishing was a tiny thing, barely the size of his palm. It was food, though, the prince figured, enough to quiet his stomach for a few hours. He rounded the corner of the forest, spotting his uncle almost exactly where he had left the man.

“Zuko,” Iroh called to him, somehow knowing the prince was back. “Remember that plant I thought might be tea.”

Dread filled Zuko’s heart, his eyes widening in shock as he realised why Iroh was bringing it up. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Iroh replied. The general turned around, his skin swollen and red, flaking as he scratched at it. “And it wasn’t.”

Zuko recoiled in shock, dropping the stick with their dinner on the ground, taking several steps back. Iroh rose calmly, a switch in his hand. He lifted it over his head, scratching his back. His free hand continued to work on areas unseen around his round stomach.

“When the rash spreads to my throat, I will stop breathing,” Iroh explained in a rather calm tone as his hand danced about, scratching every itch on his body. “But look what I found!”

He pulled the switch back over himself to show Zuko, revealing large bundles of berries upon it. “These are Pakui berries, known to cure the poison of the White Jade plant. That … or Makaola berries, that cause blindness.” 

Iroh looked down, pulling the berries back to himself, studying them closely as he had with the White Jade. Zuko’s hand swiped the branch from his hand, choosing the general. He turned, throwing them off into the forest. “We’re not taking any more chances with these plants!” The prince declared. The scarred man examined his uncle up and down, watching as his hands danced across his body, scratching constantly all over, bits of skin flaking off into the air. “We need to get help.”

“But where are we going to go?” Iroh asked, kneeling to scratch his legs. “We’re enemies of the Earth Kingdom and fugitives from the Fire Nation.”

Zuko pondered the question, watching as Iroh lifted the leg of his breeches, revealing the rash all over his thick leg. “If the Earth Kingdom discovers us, they’ll have us killed,” He mused, putting his hand on his chin.

“But if the Fire Nation discovers us, we’ll be turned over to Azula,” Iroh added, still scratching all over.

Zuko and Iroh locked eyes and nodded to each other. “Earth Kingdom it is,” Zuko declared. The two men set off, moving east, further into enemy territory.

Chong and his friends were still relaxing by the river, barely an hour after their new friends had departed. Kyono was caressing her stomach, swollen and pressed against her dress, still reeling from the endless orgasms she had had with the warrior. The smell of char filled the air, alerting the nomads to someone approaching.

Aang, Sokka, Katara, Momo, and Appa trudged by, all covered in ash and soot and minor burns.

“Secret Love Cave,” Sokka said, pointing towards the mountains, “Let’s go.”

The nomads sprang to their feet, following the monk and his friends.

Soon, the natural stones of the mountains gave way to a more artificial though still naturalistic look. Illustrious carvings of ancient Earthbender Spirits, weathered and beaten by time, lined a long, wide road between two large mountains, leading to a third just ahead of them. Sokka glanced about, noting the ruins.

“How far are we from the tunnel?” He asked their guide.

“Actually, it's not just one tunnel,” Chong explained. “The Lovers didn’t want anyone to find out about their love, so they built a whole labyrinth.”

Sokka turned on his heels, furious at the news. “Labyrinth?!” He exclaimed, clutching his hands to his head.

Chong smiled, waving his hand. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” He said dismissively.

“All you need to do is trust in love,” Lily nodded, her eyes red and glazed over. “According to the curse.”

The group set off again, walking down the path. All except Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior flailed his arms in frustration, gritting his teeth.

Am I the ONLY ONE who heard that?! He wondered, watching as everyone walked on.

“Curse?!” He whimpered out in frustration.

“Hey, we’re here!” Chong called.

Sokka sprinted off, finding that the path curved downwards into the mountain. Sure enough, before him was a massive circular opening in the mountain. Several statues of Earthbender Spirits lined the entrance with moss growing overhead. An inscription was earthbent into the mountain above them, still as sharp as the day it was carved. Below, the path led down into the dark, the more artificial look of bending gone as it seemed to turn into natural caves below.

“What exactly is this curse?” Sokka asked as he looked up at the symbol above the door.

LOVE CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS

“The curse says that only those that trust in love can make it through the caves,” Chong explained. “Otherwise you’ll be trapped in them forever.”

“And die,” Lily added, raising her hand.

“Oh yeah, and die,” Chong nodded. “Hey! I just remembered the rest of that song!” He strummed his lute dramatically, “And die~”

“That’s it!” Sokka exclaimed in frustration. “There’s no way we’re going through some cursed hole!”

“Hey,” Moku called from the back of the group. He was pointing back the way they came through the canyon. Not far off in the distance, pillars of black smoke were rising high over the stone. “Someone’s making a big campfire.”

“That’s no campfire, Moku,” Katara realised.

“It’s the Fire Nation,” Sokka hissed. “They’re tracking us.”

Aang turned, looking over to Chong, who was still staring into the entrance of the cave. “So all you need to do is trust in love to get through these caves?”

“That is correct, Master Arrowhead,” Chong nodded with a smile, pointing at the man.

Aang turned back, glancing at Katara. He felt his heart beating in his chest, but it wasn’t the usual heavy thuds of arousal. It was something else, something deeper. He drew in a long breath, remembering all the nights they had spent together. Not just in a primal, physical way, but more emotional. Gifting her a replacement necklace, their first kiss. Resolve filled his chest.

“We can make it,” he declared confidently, looking at Sokka. The warrior nodded. turning with a large gesture. “Everyone into the hole!” Sokka commanded. Appa snarled, pausing at the entrance. After a moment, and another grunt of reluctance, the Sky Bison followed.

Their pursuers reached the entrance a few minutes later; by then, the group was nothing more than specks far and away from the entrance. The lead tank stopped, the eye-patched soldier popping out to examine what was in front of them. Two more tanks rolled up, showing no signs of slowing. The commander put his hand up, halting the advance.

“Hold on, it’s too dangerous!” He shouted. “Haven’t you heard the song? Just close them in. The Mountain will take care of the rest.”

The harpoon anchors, typically used for scaling mountains, were readjusted, firing up at the top of the entrance. Their chains were retracted, pulling down the stones. Katara, Aang, and the rest turned in horror as the light from the entrance behind them died away. A gust of wind and a cloud of dust swept past them, sending several into coughing fits. The darkness swallowed them quickly.

Light filled the area as Chong held a torch aloft, very calmly and with a completely plain face, he affixed it to his lute. It stood upright, illuminating the whole area.

Appa charged back up the way they came desperately. The Sky Bison was screaming and groaning as his massive pawed hands began to dig at the entrance.

“It’s okay, Appa,” Aang called calmly to his friend. “We’ll be fine.” He reached up, stroking the Sky Bison’s mane.

“I hope,” Katara added from behind, holding Momo.

“We will be fine,” Sokka declared, putting his hands up, “All we need is a plan.” He turned, pointing to the bard. “Chong, how long do those torches last?”

The minstrel shrugged, looking up at the light source, staring directly at the flame. “Ummm, about two hours each.”

“And we have five torches,” Lily added, holding up the other four. She flicked her arms through the air, striking the wicks. They roared to life in her hands. “So that’s ten hours!”

Sokka rushed over, knocking the torches from her hands and stamping them out on the ground. “It doesn’t work like that if they’re all at the same time!”

“Oh, right,” Lily nodded slowly, her hands seeming to magnetise to her head. Sokka marched away from the group, climbing into Appa’s saddle. All watched as he retrieved some supplies from the pack.

“I’m gonna make a map,” He declared. “To keep track of exactly where we’ve been. Then we should be able to solve it like a maze and get through.”

Sokka walked to the front of the group, tracing his brush across the parchment. He noted several features, the ruined statues and the rubble and marched on. The rest followed suit, with the Sky Bison grunting loudly in annoyance that they were going further into the cave.

Zuko and Iroh managed to find a rather nice-looking Earth Kingdom village just down the stream where they had been roughing it in the woods. It was well laid out, white stone buildings accented with the dark wood of the nearby forest, centred around a small freshwater pond. It was a jewel in the valleys, somehow untouched by the war despite being so close to Fire Nation-occupied territory. They hadn’t even needed to ask for directions; a few citizens leaving the town had intercepted the men on the road, noting that with Iroh’s condition, they were almost certainly searching for a physician.

They were directed to a sprawling building near the town’s centre. Two large wings of one floor on either side of a two-story building with a pointed roof. Iroh and Zuko were brought into a general room for urgent but not critical things. Zuko took a seat on a bench in the corner of the room, lowering his head, heart pounding in fear of being discovered. He had donned a straw conical hat and a large brown tunic over his scratchy clothes.

Iroh sat down on the examination table. A younger woman entered, eyeing down her patient. She had a warm smile and big eyes that sat upon a perfectly round face. Her chestnut brown hair was kept in a tight braid hanging down her back with swooping bangs in front of her forehead. She wore a white and pink hanbok, its massive pale pink skirt flared out, hiding her body from the chest down. Her chest was small, seeming flat under the massive, heavy material. She had Iroh strip nude to examine all of his rash, which had spread across a concerning amount of his body. Luckily, the nurse was not concerned. She departed for only a minute, returning with an ointment for the rash. She began to spread the pale mint coloured gel, cool to the touch on Iroh’s burning skin as she rubbed it all over.

“You two must not be from around here,” She mused as she applied the ointment to Iroh’s upper arm. “We know better than to touch the White Jade. Much less make it into tea and drink it.”

Iroh chuckled, scratching at the bald spot on his head, “Whoops.” He smiled. The nurse turned, soaked the rag she was using to apply the treatment in the medicine again. Her eyes stole a few glances at Iroh’s flaccid member. He was a little old for her tastes, but his fat pipe, even soft, was hanging over the edge of the bed.

Notes said Uncle and Nephew the nurse remembered the chart she had been handed. She turned, looking at the brooding man. Hopefully their family has good genes.

“So, where are you travelling from?” She asked, glancing over to Zuko.

The banished prince leapt to his feet, having been too concerned with his internal worries of being caught. “Yes, we’re travellers,” he declared.

Her attention turned, finding Iroh scratching at the spots she had not applied the treatment to yet. A gentle, soft hand went up, pulling his hand away. “Do you have names?” She asked, glancing back at Zuko.

“Names?” Zuko asked, tucking his hands behind his back, heart beating wildly as if he were being interrogated. The nurse's attention turned back to Iroh, swatting away his other hand. “Of course, we have names. I’m ... Lee,” Zuko replied after a moment of hesitation. “And this is my uncle … uh, Mushi!” 

The nurse was preparing another rag, giving Iroh enough time to lean over and glare at his nephew for the cover name. He looked annoyed, curled into a smile on his swollen face, the general quickly hatching his revenge. “Yes, my nephew is named after his father, so we just call him Junior.”

“Mushi and Junior, huh?” The nurse smiled at Iroh. The general was amused, watching as Zuko gestured in annoyance at his new moniker. She turned to the banished prince. “My name is Song.”

Her eyes glanced down to Zuko’s crotch, trying to see if she could find anything. His heavy tunic and baggy breeches left his member a mystery to her, but she wasn’t discouraged.

“You two look like you could use a good meal,” She said, glancing back between the two. She swatted Iroh again, still itching himself despite being completely drenched in the ointment. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Her attention turned back to Junior, once again scanning his crotch. You feed me, I’ll feed you She thought, blushing as she fantasised about his dick.

Zuko turned his head away, looking out the window across the room. “Sorry,” he said. “But we need to be moving on.”

“That’s too bad,” Song replied, covering the container she had been drawing the ointment from. “My mom always makes too much roast duck. Leaves us both stuffed, be nice to share instead of ending up plump.”

“Where do you live exactly?” Iroh asked, leaning over with a smile. His cock twitched slightly at the mention of a plump MILF. 

Another dead end. Another dead end. Sokka twisted the map in his hands, his face contorted with rage. Teeth gritted in his tensed jaw whilst his fingers gripped the parchment so tight they threatened to rip the map in half.

“Sokka,” Katara called behind him. “This is the tenth dead end you’ve led us to.”

They were already down two torches, and concern and fear were starting to mount inside the travellers. Sokka was experiencing none of it, though. The warrior was perplexed. Angry and perplexed. He lowered the map, studying the pile of rubble in front of them.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Sokka declared. “We already came through this way.” He turned angrily, marching back the way they had come, marking what was once a through passage as a dead end, rendering half his map worthless.

“We don’t need a map,” Chong mused. “We just need love.” He pointed to Aang, standing off in the corner with Appa and Momo. “The little guy knows it.”

“Yeah,” Aang shrugged. “But I wouldn’t mind a map also.”

Sokka had ignored this conversation, pacing around as he compared what had been written on the map, details of strange or unique parts of the cavern, to what was around them. Certain things lined up; other things didn’t. There was a fork in the paths that hadn’t existed before; the rubble blocking their way had looked fresh.

“There’s something strange here,” Sokka mused, looking over the tunnel. It looked natural, somehow; it looked completely natural. He closed the map, dropping his hands to his sides. He turned, looking at all he was leading. “There’s only one explanation. The tunnels are changing.”

As if on cue, the entire cavern around them began to rumble and shake. Rocks fell from overhead, dashing to dust on the ground. Momo panicked, diving into Aang’s gi. Panic quickly set in. Mo Shao and Moku clung together in a fearful embrace. Kyono stared up in awe at the ceiling above her, fear spread on her face. Chong clutched his head, shivering in fear. Lily recoiled, dropping the torch, her hands going up to her face.

“The tunnels,” he shuddered. “They’re a-changin’. It must be the curse. I knew we shouldn’t’a come down here!”

Sokka retrieved the torch, glaring at the man. Momo seemed to sense Sokka’s calmness, leaping from Aang to him. “Right,” Sokka hissed. “If only we ‘d listened to you.” 

A sound hit Katara’s ears. A subtle thing. It sounded like leather in the wind. “Everyone, be quiet,” she called, putting her hand up. “Listen.”

A horrifying wailing filled the air, sending a shiver down most spines. Aang froze, swallowing as his heart thudded sporadically in his chest. Kyono clutched to Mo Shao and Moku, already huddled in fear. Momo’s fur stood on end. The Lemur-Bat leapt into the air, flying away as her flight kicked into the fight. Sokka gripped the torch in his hand tightly, levying it towards the direction of the noise.

A beast emerged from the darkness, swatting and biting at Sokka. The warrior screamed as he leapt out of the way. Something slashed down, cutting his forearm. Chong fell, bleeding from his bicep. It arched through the air, leathery wings and a furry centre, hissing as it attacked. Momo darted down, no longer feeling safe in the air. She landed in Katara’s hands, who held the Lemur-Bat close. The creature dived down at Aang. It flew up, slamming into the Avatar’s chest. Aang grunted in pain as he felt claws digging into his torso. He rolled with the momentum of the hit, his back taking the brunt of the impact as he hit the ground. His hands came up, throwing the beast off himself with a gust of air. He grunted in pain, feeling the cuts on his chest where the claws had dug into him.

“It’s a giant flying thing with teeth!” Chong exclaimed, rolling over and rising to his feet.

The beast landed on four legs, the leathery wings folding up into themselves. Its long snout snarling at the group.

“No,” Moku declared. “It’s a Wolf-Bat.”

The Wolf-Bat snarled, leaping into the air again. It landed on the side of the cavern, readjusting itself as it leapt at Katara. Sokka rushed over, waving his torch in the air. The beast changed its attack, circling high in the air to avoid the fire. It dove low again. Katara ducked, shielding Momo, whom she assumed was the target. Sokka swung the torch again, trying to keep the beast away.

The waterbender screamed in pain as the sharp end of the Wolf-Bat’s tail slashed at her back, ripping through her tunic on the right side and cutting into her skin, drawing blood. The hind paws of the Wolf-Bat kicked at Sokka’s hand, knocking the torch from the warrior’s hand. It landed at Appa’s feet, the Sky Bison’s fur catching alight instantly.

Appa roared, deafening the group as he leapt into the air. The sound sent the Wolf-Bat scurrying off into the darkness, but the group was still in danger. The Sky Bison charged, panicked by the burning fur on his paw. He began to charge, battering his massive form against the stone pillars holding the ceiling above them up, trying to stamp out the flames. The entire cavern shook violently around them as Appa ripped boulders off the wall with his huge form. The debris bounced across the ground like pebbles, sending the group scrambling in all directions for cover. Appa grunted loudly, slamming into a thin pillar. It shattered like glass, the cracks rushing up, pillars of dust exploding out.

The ceiling gave way, falling towards the group. Aang leapt forward, summoning a massive gust of air. He slammed his feet down into the ground, bracing himself. A massive wave of wind through the Nomads, Momo, and Sokka backwards. It lacked the usual cradling gentleness of the monk’s bending, but he didn’t have time for it in this instance. The mass of rocks that would have crushed them hit the ground only a second after they had been blown off their feet to safety.

Aang turned around, dashing towards Katara, a small sonic boom as he put all his effort into bending the air out of his way. He leapt into the air, tackling the waterbender. His face was engulfed by her massive bust, spilling from her top from the force of impact. They hit the ground roughly, each of them grunting in pain from the impact. Aang recovered first, lifting his head.

“Fuck,” Katara grunted. “I think I broke something.”

“Just be happy it wasn’t your skull,” Aang replied, panting from the exertion.

He looked over, finding Sokka’s dropped torch and Appa, who was currently scratching at the mass of rubble that had settled just feet away from them. Katara and Aang got to their feet, examining the mass of stones. Katara looked down, finding that her ring and pinky fingers on her right hand were bent out of place. They had hit the ground first when they impacted. Her waterskin was uncorked, surrounding her busted fingers. Her other hand went to the water, clutching the digits. With a grunt and a wince, she pulled them back into place, a small gasp of pain as she set about healing the fractures she could feel on the bones.

The water retreated to the pouch as she flexed her hand; the grip was weak. She didn’t even care about the cut that snaked up most of her back or the other bruises and cuts she had gotten from the dive to safety.

On the other side of the wall, Sokka and the nomads were taking stock of injuries. For the most part, it was minor cuts and scrapes. The worst of it was a large cut on Lily’s head from where she had impacted into a rock. Mo Shao had set about wrapping the wound. Sokka was ignoring his wounds, desperately digging at the rubble.

“Yeah, it’s no use,” Chong observed. “We’re separated. But at least you have us!”

This last declaration made the warrior dig more desperately, only relenting when the rubble shifted and buried him partially.

Song brought Junior and Mushi to her home. A nice, one-story building with a small farm out front full of vegetables. It was occupied by just her and her mother. Song’s mother, Ola, was an older woman. Her own chestnut hair had started to go grey, kept in a tight bun behind her head.  Her features were sharp, with the lines of ageing making her into a beautiful wine of a woman. Much like her daughter, her hanbok was thick, hiding any of her features from the obvious eye. Unlike her daughter, however, her hanbok did nothing to hide her chest. The top of her clothing was struggling to maintain the bountiful bust, spilling up and over the extremely tight top, drawn in a fruitless hope to contain her tits.

“So, my daughter tells me you’re refugees,” Ola said as she served the roast duck. She sat down at the table, her daughter to her right, Junior and Mushi to her left. She eyed Mushi up and down. The swelling from his rash was completely gone, leaving him looking as robust and jovial as ever. Her daughter had regaled her with just how impressive his dick was as well, enticing the MILF. “We were once refugees ourselves.”

“When I was a little girl,” Song added, drawing Zuko’s attention over to her. “The Fire Nation raided our farming village.  Most of the women in the village were violated. All the men were taken away to be used as slave labour. That was the last time I saw my father.” She hung her head, remembering the event.

Zuko felt a thud in his chest, his heart giving off a strange sensation. He alleviated it with a small grunt, his eyes leaving Song for a moment. “I haven’t seen my mother in many years.” He reflected.

“Oh, is she fighting in the war?” Song asked.

Zuko hesitated for a moment. Ozai was occupying every inch of his mind, the sneer on her face as she had banished him. Ursa was fading from view behind her. “Yeah.” He finally said coldly. He placed the bowl of food down, glancing over to his uncle. Iroh was eyeing him, curiosity on his face. Zuko rose, leaving the table and stepping out the door into the night.

“Please excuse Junior,” Iroh said. “He has been through a lot because of this war.”

“Haven’t we all,” Ola shook her head.

Song rose from the table, following the man out into the night.

Ola let out a sigh. “I don’t know which is worse, worrying that my husband is alive, slaving away in horrible conditions in some far-off prison or that he died a long time ago and I’ll never know.”

Iroh nodded, his heart heavy. “My son was lost in battle,” he said. “I would end the war tomorrow if I could, just so no more loved ones need be lost.”

Ola smiled, her eyes full of emotion. “It’s worse for them, isn’t it? To be so young and to only know war. It started before any of us were born. I wonder if it means it will ever end.”

“It will,” Iroh nodded. “But one hundred years of battle does not simply end.”

Ola shook her head, “Oh, I hate to speak of it. Perhaps we should retire for the night, Mushi?”

Iroh raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman over. “Retire to where?”

Ola rose, smiling, “My room, of course. I may not be a doctor like my daughter, but I still think you need to be checked on, make sure you’re back to full strength and stamina.” She winked at the man, sticking her tongue out and licking her lips.

Iroh’s cock beat against his breeches. “Of course, I’d imagine you would be well versed in stamina.”

She reached out, taking Iroh’s hand as he rose, leading him to her room. 

Zuko inhaled the cool air of the night, a reminder that winter wasn’t over just yet. The entrance to the house slid open, and Song stepped out onto the porch where the prince was sitting.

“Can I join you?” She asked. Zuko did not give a reply. Song took this as an invitation enough, sliding the door closed behind her.

“I know what you’ve been through,” She said, closing the distance between her and the scarred man. She pulled up her skirts slightly, sitting down next to him. “We've all been through it.”

For a moment, they sat together, somehow alone, staring off at the star-filled night. The wide-eyed girl turned, looking at the ugly scar on the man’s face.

“The Fire Nation has hurt you,” she said, studying the wound. Zuko still said nothing, staring ahead. “It’s okay,” she continued, lifting her leg. She pulled up her skirt to reveal her leg. A bit plump and scarred, covered in wounds that coiled around her skin like a snake. “They’ve hurt me too.”

Zuko turned, shock on his face, jaw opening in confusion, unable to find even a thought as he looked at her. Song met his eyes, and Zuko fell into the beautiful brown pools that they were. She shifted, leaning in towards the scarred man. He did not resist. Their lips collided, hers so soft upon his, as if kissing a cloud. His hands came down, grabbing her biceps, squeezing them tightly, holding her in place. Her own hand came up all the same, spreading her splayed fingers upon his chest, balancing herself upon him. For a moment, they were one, locked together in a passionate embrace. Zuko’s mouth gave way, letting her tongue slither inside, exploring him. He fell backwards, pulling her with him as he landed on his back. She was heavy on him, deceptively so in her mass of skirts. Her body landed between his tented legs. Song let out a soft moan, her free hand coming up, going for his scar.

Zuko’s hand caught hers, stopping her in her tracks. She broke the kiss, looking down at the rather serious look in his eyes.

“I understand,” She whispered. Her mouth returned to him, this time kissing his neck. Zuko let out a soft, shuddering moan from the touch. He had never been kissed there. Her hands left his face, reaching down to his crotch. She threw the large skirt of his tunic aside, running her hands over his crotch, her touch less sensual and more frantic now.

“Ohh, so big,” she moaned against him. Her mouth returned to his neck, kissing hard and leaving a bruise. Zuko’s own hands returned to her body, caressing her down through the skirts. They retreated up to the fold of her tunic, undoing the knots to get her out of her clothes. The material around her shoulders loosened, letting him slide it down her arms. Her clothing pushed past her meagre breasts, revealing two decently sized breasts the size of apples. She wasn’t flat-chested and was easily dwarfed by nearly every other woman in Zuko’s life. It didn’t matter to the scarred prince. His hand came up, groping her tit, squeezing them roughly in his hands.

“Ooooh,” she moaned in his ear, her body squirming a bit, turning to putty in his hands. Her own hands pulled away from his stiffening member, undoing the clasps of his tunic and throwing it open as best she could between their bodies. Her eager fingers wasted no time, grabbing at the brown sash around his waist and undoing it. Her hanbok was sliding lower and lower, the sleeves starting to bunch up around her wrist. She pulled her arms back, ripping them from the sleeves and letting them fall to her waist. This is where her curves started to show themselves. Her pudgy stomach swelled from underneath the clothing, playfully bouncing with her movements. The hanbok bunched around her flared hips, wider than her shoulders and as smooth as the rest of her skin. Zuko’s own clothing was coming along as well. His tunic was thrown open, exposing his pale chest. His muscular form had atrophied from being out to sea for three weeks, leaving him leaner than usual.

“Wherever you want, it’s yours,” Song whispered as she put her hands around her skirts, pushing them down. Her massive ass spilt out of her dress, bouncing as they came into the air of the night. Her dress continued to fall, barely having enough room to slide past her thick thighs. Her cunt was puffy, plump lips like her stomach and dripping wet already. Zuko felt his cock beat against his half-on breeches. Song licked her lips, seeing the root of his dick teasing her behind the scratchy clothes. Her skirts and tunic fell to the side, leaving the girl completely nude on her deck. 

Zuko looked her up and down as she undid the braid in her hair.

She’s beautiful he thought to himself, staring up at her.

Her hips were curvy, falling perfectly into thick thighs to support a fat ass. Her stomach was full and around, sagging down slightly, but not enough to cover her perfect, wet pussy. Her breasts were small, but firm with stiff nipples upon them. She covered herself for a moment before falling away to let him bask on her full body. His cock tented in his breeches, a damp spot forming as the pre-cum leaked out. 

“I want you inside me,” she said softly. “Please.”

Zuko said nothing, only able to nod. His eyes went to her right leg. The scar of her burns wrapped all the way up to her crotch. Song reached down, pulling his breeches back to free his cock. She gasps as it lurched through the air, swaying back and forth. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking him slowly. She crouched down, eyes transfixed on the member.

“It’s so big,” she said again. “And heavy. C-… can I suck it?”

Zuko only nodded.

Song lifted her head, opening her mouth. Zuko grunted, his head rolling back as the first few inches of his fat pipe disappeared down her throat. Song gulped and moaned as she began to bob her head along the shaft, slathering it in spittle, drooling generously. Her saliva rolled down Zuko’s burning hot dick. Her hand slid up to greet it, spreading it along his shaft to assist in her pumping of it. Zuko drew in haggard breaths, closing his eyes as Song worked him with her mouth. 

His head was spinning, not just from pleasure but from what she had said. His cock twitched in her mouth, his legs relaxing, stretching out. Song moaned as she swallowed more of him, his cock thrusting down her throat. Her tongue lapped at the cock in her mouth, worshipping every inch as she pushed herself lower and lower on him. She gagged slightly, pulling herself off. A gasp escaped her lips, tongue falling out of her chin. Several strands of saliva connected her lips to him.

“S-sorry, it’s just so thick,” she panted. “I’m not used to something so girthy. Can you help me?”

Zuko raised his head, looking at her. She smiled at him. Her face was flushing and her brown hair was a mess. Lips and chin soaked in spit.

“S-sure,” Zuko replied.

Song lowered herself again, quickly swallowing what she could. Zuko’s hand came up, pressing down on the back of her head. She gagged slightly as a few new inches entered her mouth. Zuko found that some of his strength was gone. He had forced so many girls down that far - the Water Tribe whore, the girl at the resort, the bounty hunter, even Eeko. But this one, the scarred prince found himself lacking conviction suddenly. He pushed more gently, still getting her to swallow quickly, but allowing her just enough to adjust to the new level of penetration before continuing. 

Slowly but surely, she swallowed him down, her lips finally coming to her on his crotch. Song moaned in satisfaction, feeling Zuko’s massive rod impaling down into her stomach. She hollowed out her cheeks, bobbing her head along the member. One hand went to Zuko’s nuts, caressing his sack, moaning at the feeling of heat in her hand. Zuko moaned, his head rolling backwards as her touch sent him reeling from the pleasure.

Song began to pull backwards, his cock falling out of her mouth. Zuko’s hand tensed up, pulling her hair and forcing her back down. Song moaned in shock, retching on his cock from the awkward feeling of it being forced back up into her. Her face was flushed as he denied her air, thrusting his hips up slightly, fucking her face rather gently. She relaxed her throat, letting him hold her head in place as he worked himself on her.

It didn’t take long for Zuko to reach his finish. His balls clenched in her hand. She didn’t taste a drop as the scarred man unloaded into her stomach. Her already pudgy tummy didn’t swell much as he deposited a decent-sized load inside her. She swallowed it all, moaning in pleasure as she felt the cum splattering against her dinner. 

Her fingers were between her thick thighs, working her soaked cunt. Once he was completely done, Zuko released her head. Song pulled off quickly, once again gasping for air as the cock escaped her lips. Drool and cum ran down her chin, soaking her chest. She looked down at Zuko, pure lust in her eyes. She shifted, rolling backwards onto her massive butt. Zuko sat up, following her. He gripped his turgid shaft in hand, slick with her saliva. Song spread her legs, bunching them up to give Zuko complete, unrestricted access to her pussy.

It was pristine, an alluring shade of pink and shining with her arousal. 

“Are you a virgin?” Zuko whispered his question.

Song shook her head, her eyes keeping contact with Zuko’s. She bit her lower lip, shaking with anticipation. Zuko pushed his dick down, aligning the tip with her lips. They spread easily for him as he slowly pushed himself inside her. Song let out a soft moan, her eyes snapping shut as her head cocked in pleasure. 

“It’s so thick,” she moaned.

“You keep mentioning,” Zuko replied dryly as he slowly pushed himself inside her. He placed his hands on either side of her narrow shoulders. She was completely pinned beneath him as his cock slithered up inside her. Her hands wrapped around her shins, holding her legs open for him. 

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Take me.”

Zuko grunted, thrusting down into her. 

“Ohhh,” Song gasped as she felt his cock rut into her, penetrating her womb. “So deep inside me.”

Zuko pulled out only a few inches before thrusting himself back inside her. Song cooed and moaned, her face bright with lust. 

“Fuck,” Song moaned. “Uhmph, fuck!”

She grunted and moaned with every full hilting of Zuko’s massive member. The Firebender grunted as well, primal, dominant grunts that only seemed to heighten the nurse’s arousal more. He looked down at her, their eyes meeting. Once again, the world melted away from the two. Song’s mouth fell open, drawing haggard breaths, her chest rising and falling. Zuko’s flat stomach pressed into her own pudgy one; she was so soft to the touch, plump and soft. He hilted himself inside her, holding himself there to watch her squirm with pleasure.

“So deep,” she moaned again. “Your cock is so deep inside me.”

He pulled out slightly before thrusting into her again, a hard, deliberate thrust, making her shake beneath him. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air, making Zuko’s cock buck inside her.

“I’m so close,” Song moaned. “I’m gonna cum all over your massive, thick cock.”

Zuko’s hands left the hardwood of the porch, going to her legs. Song gave a soft moan, feeling his hands brush her’s aside. He took her calves in his own. His finger danced along her scar for a moment. He pushed her legs up, extending them up towards her head. He pulled himself out slightly, then slammed into her, all the way inside, her cunt completely exposed to him.

Song mewled, crooning in the night air. “Right there!” 

He pulled out and thrust deep into her again, feeling her tighten around him. He pulled out the best he could, her twat seeming to swallow him back down, pulling him inside. He leaned into it, with a more aggressive grunt, and slammed himself inside her, all the way to the base. His cock battered against her womb, making her pudgy stomach rumble and ripple from the impact.

Song moaned loudly again, her cunt tightening even more, making it nearly impossible to pull out. Zuko scraped the few inches he could out of her and thrust into her again. He felt squirt spray from her crotch across his thighs, splattering onto the deck. Song threw her head back, mouth open, tongue reaching for the night sky in a silent scream as her orgasm rippled across her body.

Zuko gritted his teeth, trying to deny the feeling rising in himself as well. “I’m close too,” He admitted through a grunt.

“Inside me, please,” Song cooed back as she reeled from her finish. “Please, cum inside me.”

Zuko pulled out and thrust in one last time, all he needed. His hands tightened around her legs as he unloaded himself inside her. Her pudgy stomaching swelling more this time as he dumped everything he had inside her. Their eyes met again, each of them pulling in deep breaths through their mouths. Song pulled her head up, pressing her lips against Zuko’s once more. Her hands came up, trying to cup his face. His hands intercepted hers, pulling them down again, not letting them touch his skin. 

Ola’s moans and pants filled the air. The wooden bed frame was creaking and rocking, threatening to shatter beneath the duo. Her massive ass was bouncing and rippling against Iroh’s thick body as the general’s fat cock disappeared into her asshole. Just like her daughter, Ola was thick of thighs, hips and ass. Iroh’s hands were gripping her fleshy hips, his thick fingers sinking into the flesh. Ola’s hands were wrapped around the rungs of her bed frame, slamming herself backwards onto Iroh’s cock. Her fat tits and pudgy stomach swayed and bounced above the sheets as Iroh cored into her.

“Oh Mushi!” She moaned. “Mushi! Mushi! Mushi!”

Iroh clicked his tongue against his teeth, still angry at Zuko’s chosen cover name for him, but he ignored it; her moans were more than enough to keep him hard.

“I’m cumming!” Ola shouted. Her legs spasmed, cunt spraying squirt across Iroh’s crotch. He continued, slamming his cock into her guts, making her fat ass ripple and bounce. 

“Oh, so deep inside me! My daughter was right, a fat fucking cock and the aged wisdom to use it!” Ola moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Flood my fucking guts, Mushi! Get my ass pregnant with your fucking cum baby, Mushi!”

Iroh grunted, gripping her hips even tighter. He hilted himself inside her, unleashing a torrent of cum inside her.

“SO MUCH!” Ola shrieked. “OH, IT’S FILLING ME UP SO MUCH! MY STOMACH IS BEING FILLED FROM BEHIND!”

Her hands gripped the rungs of the bed frame tightly. Her sweaty body collapsed forward, held up only by the iron grip of her hands. Iroh lifted his head into the air, letting out a single, solitary gasp of relief as the last of his cum swelled her insides.

“That … I haven’t been fucked like that since I lost my husband,” Ola panted, turning her head to look at Iroh. “You’re amazing.”

Iroh smiled, nodding at her, “I have been equally celibate for years; you were quite a nice piece. My cock is quite happy as well, but I think you know that.”

He flexed his cock in her asshole, making her moan again.

It was a strange feeling. Not one of complete despair, but certainly lacking in hope. Aang and Katara walked on in the torchlight, now completely unsure of where they were going. Their solitary torch was already over halfway used, and the constant rumbling did little to quell their unease. The duo and Appa rounded a corner, finding something that seemed almost wrong in the caverns. Carved stone, far more man-made than the tunnels.

“Aang, look!” Katara exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement.

The waterbender dashed forward to the stones. It was a large square embedded into the wall, with circular coverings around a seal.

“We found the exit!” Aang added, disbelief mixed with pure joy in his voice. 

They both rushed up to the stone seal, beginning to push upon it. It didn’t budge, not an inch. They strained against it, putting their full strength into the door. Katara felt her right hand getting sore, still recovering from her injury. From behind, they heard a low growl. Both looked up to see Appa preparing the charge. They locked eyes, both silently understanding what was coming next. Aang dove one way, Katara the other as Appa careened forward, slamming his massive furred skull into the rock. With a deafening SLAM! the stone disk jutted backwards, falling away from them.

Sunlight did not flood in as they had hoped. Nor did moonlight; the area on the other side of the seal was pitch dark. The seal rolled out of the way, exposing the entrance completely. Katara and Aang peered inside, trying to discern something in the dark. Katara leapt through first, holding the torch aloft. Aang followed shortly after.

The room was finely decorated with carved stone, depicting more Earth Spirits and other moments of a human life, which Katara and Aang did not recognise. They were standing upon some sort of observation platform. Down below were two massive stone slabs, ornately decorated. They sat upon a raised dais with markings engraved all around it.

“This isn’t the exit,” Katara realised.

“No,” Aang agreed. “It’s a tomb.” 

The duo made their way down to investigate, leaving Appa on guard duty up above. The stone dais up close was massive, as high off the ground as Aang was tall. The carvings around it were highly detailed, including some text.

“It must be the two lovers from the legend,” Aang observed. He turned to Katara, gesturing to the pictograms. “That’s who's buried here.”

Katara leaned down, holding the torch close to read the words on the dais.

“These pictures tell their story,” she realised, glancing up at the tombs for a moment, then back down to start reading. “They met on top of the mountain that divided their two villages. The villages were enemies, so they could not be together. But their love was strong, and they found a way. The two lovers learned Earthbending from the Badger-Moles. They became the first Earthbenders. They built elaborate tunnels so that they could meet secretly. Anyone who tried to follow them would be lost forever in the labyrinth. But one day the man didn’t come. He died in the war between their two villages. Devastated, the woman unleashed a terrible display of her Earthbending power. She could have destroyed them all. But instead, she declared the war over. Both villages helped her build a new city where they would live together in peace. The woman’s name was Oma, and the man’s name was Shu. The Great City was named Omashu, as a monument to their love.”

The story had taken them halfway around the tomb, where it started over again. Katara and Aang turned around to find an immaculate carving of the two lovers, on their knees, leaning in for a kiss. “LOVE IS BRIGHTEST IN THE DARK”, read the inscription on a placard that was carved in the space between their chests. The Waterbender stared at the carving, enraptured by it. Aang looked away, scratching at his chin.

“How are we gonna find our way out of these tunnels?” He wondered aloud.

“I have a crazy idea,” Katara replied, scanning the carvings with her torch. Aang looked over to her, intrigue on his face.

“What?” He asked.

Katara did not answer right away, thinking for a moment and shaking her head, “Never mind. It’s too crazy.”

She turned around from Aang, moving to the edge of the carving.

“Katara, what is it?” asked Aang, turned towards her, leaning to see what was wrong.

“I was thinking …” Katara’s voice trailed off for a moment; she seemed unsure that she wanted to finish her sentence. “The curse says we’ll be trapped in here forever unless we trust in love.”

“Right,” Aang nodded.

“And here it says ‘love is brightest in the dark’,” Katara continued, gesturing to the inscription. She turned to Aang, her eyes refusing to meet his. “And has a picture of them kissing.”

“Where are you going with this?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well …” Katara’s voice trailed off again, a blush forming on her cheeks. “What if we kissed?”

Aang blinked at her. “Katara, you say that like we’ve never kissed before.”

“See, it was a crazy idea,” Katara said, folding her arms and turning away.

“Yeah, haha,” Aang brushed the back of his head, trying to play it cool. “It’s not like we don’t do that constantly.”

Katara’s face contorted into one of annoyance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Aang looked over at her, “Nothing, I just mean that we do it a lot.”

“So what, it wouldn’t mean anything?” Katara asked, not even sure what bothered her about Aang’s statement, but sure it bothered her.

“No, no,” Aang threw his hands up, trying to recover the conversation. “I’m just saying that what the lovers had was super special, it seems. They didn’t kiss a lot.”

“So what we have isn’t?” Katara asked, annoyance clear in her tone. “I know we agreed to keep it casual on this journey, but I thought-“

She cut herself off, looking away from the monk. “Never mind, let’s find our way out of here.”

She walked off briskly, leaving Aang in the dark.

What is wrong with me? Aang shook his head, moving to follow after her. 

It was just after midnight when Iroh and Zuko decided to depart. They were seen off by Ola and Song on their deck. Song stole a few glances at the stains on the wood she and “Junior” had left behind. Ola had prepared the duo some rations for their journey. She had said they would be good for four days, but even a cautionary glance revealed they had food for well over a week now.

“Thank you for the fuck, it was excellent,” Iroh smiled, taking the sack from Ola. “I mean duck!”

Zuko blushed, wishing he were not where he was.

“You’re welcome,” Ola returned the smile, not missing a beat. “It brings me joy to see someone eat my cooking with such … gusto.”

“Much practice,” Iroh replied, patting his stomach.

Zuko, without a word, walked towards the small gate that was the exit.

“Junior!” Iroh hissed. “Where are your manners? You need to thank these nice people.”

Zuko turned, clasping his hands together in a bow, refusing to let his eyes meet theirs. “Thank you,” He said shortly and turned again.

“I know you don’t think there’s any hope left in the world … but there is hope,” Song’s soft voice called after him. “The Avatar has returned.”

Zuko froze in his tracks; all he felt was a numb, bitter rage.

“I know,” he managed to croak out, unable to turn and look at her.

Iroh followed him to the gate as Ola and Song went inside. They began to walk into the night when Zuko stopped, looking over the Ostrich-Horse hitched to a post just outside their fence. He glanced back at the house, finding not a sign of anyone near the windows. He went over to the beast, taking the reins and undoing them from the hitch.

“What are you doing?” Iroh whispered angrily. He gestured to the house they had just come from. “These people just showed you great kindness.”

Zuko mounted the beast of burden, riding up to Iroh. “They’re about to show us a little more kindness,” Zuko replied coldly, reaching down to Iroh. “Well?”

Iroh hung his head in shame as he joined his nephew on the beast. 

From the slightly opened doorway of the house, Song watched them go, a hand sadly caressing her plump stomach.

Stopping for rest was a waste of their torches, Sokka knew. But once again, he was not sure how he had been convinced to slow down. He was lying in the middle of the cavern, staring at the dark ceiling above him. His arms were splayed out to his sides, near catatonic in his state. The music of Chong’s lute, playing a solo, filled the air. He was numb to it all, resigning himself to the fact that he would die in the cave. 

“Oh, don’t let the cave in get you down~” Chong’s lyrics filled the air, somehow drowning out the cacophony of moans from Kyono, riding Sokka’s cock, Lily, bent over and twerking herself on Chong’s dick, and Mo Shao, gripped tightly in the arms of Moku, who pounded him without a hint of reservation.

Kyono was slamming up and down on Sokka’s cock, reshaping her sopping wet cunt into a perfect holster for his cock. The thick member was bulging in her stomach, just below her ribs, as his cock head kissed the back of her womb.

“Don’t let the falling rocks turn your smile into-a-frown~” Chong continued. He was completely still, letting Lily do all the work as she fucked herself on his cock. “When the tunnels as dark as that’s when you need a clown, Hey!~”

Sokka closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. The pleasure of Kyono’s on his cock could only do so much to distract him from their current predicament. 

“Don’t let the cave in get you down, Sokka~” Chong finished his song. The warrior opened his eyes to find Chong looking right at him as he strummed his final cords. Sokka rolled his eyes, looking away. He thrust up into Kyono as she came slamming down on him, catching the nomad woman off guard. His hands went up, grabbing the nomad woman’s hips.

“Finally awake!” Kyono moaned. “Good, I was sick of doing all the work.”

“He was too busy trying to figure out a way to bring us to another dead end,” Moku grunted as he slammed into Mo Shao’s ass.

“At least I’m thinking of ideas and trying to get us out of here, Moku,” Sokka grunted in annoyance, glaring over at the man. 

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” Chong piped up, still not seeming to notice as Lily fucked herself stupid on his member. “We’re thinking of ideas? ‘Cause I’ve had an idea for like an hour now.”

“Yes!” Sokka exclaimed, thrusting up into Kyono, making her moan and coo. “We’re all thinking of ideas.”

“Well then, listen to this,” Chong started. “If love is the key out of here, then all we need to do is play a love song.”

He reached down, beginning to strum his instrument again, still completely unaware as Lily grinded hard on him, twerking her ass. Moku pulled his drum up, tapping a beat in rhythm with the sound of Mo Shao’s ass colliding with his own pelvis.

Sokka smacked his forehead, grunting in frustration. 

“Even if you’re lost, you can’t lose the love because it’s in your heart~” he began. Lily, despite fucking herself stupid on Chong’s cock, pulled her flute up to her lips, playing it flawlessly as she continued to core out her pussy on his dick.

Sokka’s fingers gripped tightly into Kyono’s hips, thrusting hard into her, his orgasm rising. His frustration and rage over the situation powered every thrust until Kyono was almost suspended in the air, held aloft by the thrusts slamming into her cunt. Her cunt sprayed squirt, drooling wildly at the abuse Sokka was showing it. 

Chong’s lyrics died away to simple strumming, an instrumental section. Moku and Lily pulled their instruments back, letting the man have it. However, a new vocalist appeared from the dark. A Wolf-Bat’s screech sent fear through the entire group. Sokka rolled his head back, looking down the path they had come. A massive horde of the beasts was rushing towards them. They leapt into the air, spreading their leathery wings. Sokka screamed, recoiling his arms from Kyono, causing the nomad to drop to the hilt. She shrieked in pleasure as his cock head suddenly slammed into her womb. Her cunt contracted around his member, sending Sokka over the edge. Quite literally screaming his way through his orgasm, recoiled in fear as Kyono’s stomach swelled. The Wolf-Bats passed overhead, paying the group no attention.

“Hey!” Chong cheered. “You saved us, Sokka!”

Sokka leaned up, watching as they rushed into the dark. “No!” He cried. He scrambled to his feet, leaving the bottomless, cum-stuffed Kyono on the dirt floor. His flaccid, soaked dick hung in front of him as he desperately tried to redo his breeches, “They were trying to get away from something.” 

“From what?” Chong asked, pulling himself from Lily, having finished at some point without showing any signs of it. Cum oozed from his wife’s puffy pussy. 

As if on cue, the entire tunnel shook. This wasn’t like it had been before. It was violent and direct, and getting closer. Kyono, Mo Shao, and Moku scrambled to their feet, trying to get their clothes back on. The wall behind them exploded in debris and rubble, sending a massive gust of air at the group. From the smoke emerged a massive badger-mole, its blind eyes leering at the group. 

As they stared up in horror, a second explosion of dust and dirt rocked them from behind. They turned to see a second badger-mole, blocking their way out. The beasts clasped their paws together, sealing the tunnel completely as sheets of rock slid across the caverns behind them. 

One of them slammed their paws into the dirt, creating a divet in the floor - the nomads on one side, Sokka and Momo on the other. The one with Sokka grunted and growled, slowly advancing towards the Warrior. With a flick of its claw, Sokka was thrown from his feet, landing hard on his back on the dirt. He grunted in pain, clutching his ribs. 

Sokka crawled backwards, barely ahead of the massive paws that could crush him. He reached a hand up, covering his face in fear.

STRUM

He turned his head to find Chong’s lute on the ground next to him. He felt a warm breath on him. His eyes turned back, finding the blind creature had stopped advancing, cock its massive head at the strange noise.

The warrior scrambled to his feet, strumming the note over and over again. 

“Hey!” Chong got to his feet as well, watching as the two badger-moles circled Sokka. “Those guys are music lovers!”

“Badger-Moles coming towards me~” Sokka desperately sang, his hands sweaty with fear. He turned towards the nomads, “Come on, guys, help me out~”

Chong wasted no time, producing another lute from seemingly nowhere and pulling it around his body. Lily pulled her flute to her lips whilst Moku slammed his big palms into his drum.

“The big bad Badger-Moles, who earthbend the tunnels, who hate the Wolf-Bats, but love the Sounds~” Chong quickly improvised some lyrics.

Katara and Aang continued in silence for what felt like an eternity. Their footsteps were the only company they had. Aang held the torch tightly in his hand, watching minute by minute as the wicker and wax burned closer to the hilt. After a while, when the flame was small and low on the candle, he paused.

“We’re gonna run outta light any second now, aren’t we?” He said sadly, staring at the flame.

“I think so,” Katara replied, turning to look at him.

“Then what are we gonna do?” Aang asked, moving closer to Katara, the flame so dim he could barely make out her face.

“What can we do?” Katara asked, sadness soaking every word.

The waterbender turned fully, presenting her entire body to Aang. The light was low; he could only make out her face. Her soft lips trembled in fear. He felt her hand upon his, holding the torch handle. Their eyes met, sure of only the fact that they were together. Her hand squeezed his, though Aang was not sure if she was trying to be reassuring or seeking reassurance. The light around them began to fade, the darkness drawing in on all sides until they could only see each other’s faces. They leaned in, trying to keep the image of each other clear in their eyes for as long as possible, unsure if they would ever see anything again. His cock twitched inside her, reeling from the pleasure of her vise-tight cunt. 

The light went out, and their lips met. They had met a thousand times before and yet were completely strangers. Aang’s lips trembled against the softness of hers, providing just enough slack for her tongue to enter his mouth. She skimmed along the inside of his cheek, tasting him as if she did not know his taste by memory. Aang dropped the depleted torch, blushing hard. His hands came up, wrapping around her face and grabbing the stitch line of her scoop neck tunic. Katara’s hands wrapped around Aang’s collar and brushed at his crotch, stroking his hardening cock. A soft moan escaped Katara’s lips into Aang’s, her crotch damp with arousal. She pressed into him, her fat tits smushing against his own solid chest. Her hand left his crotch, fully wrapping herself around his neck. 

They broke their kiss, an unseen line of drool connecting them. They looked around, still in the dark.

“Hmmm,” Katara said. “The lights didn’t come on … I guess the story’s wrong.”

“W-Wait, Katara, maybe they did something more than kissing,” Aang suggested, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

“That’s it!” Katara exclaimed, suddenly feeling so stupid. “Take your cock out!!”

He didn’t have any time to comply with her request, feeling the familiar softness of her touch on his breeches as she undid the bindings. 

“Uhh, I meant like … kiss longer,” Aang said sheepishly.

“Too late,” Katara purred as his fat cock fell from his breeches. Katara licked her lips as she gazed upon the familiar, half-hard beasts, shining in the pale emerald light. She looked up, as did Aang.

The entire ceiling was lined with glowing crystals, pointing like a set of arrows down the tunnel they were in.

“Oh,” Aang exclaimed. “The lights are on. I guess kissing was the answer! We can leave now!!”

Katara grunted, her face contorting in annoyance. She was so aroused she couldn’t even be happy that they were safe now. She looked up at Aang, whose gaze was still at the ceiling. His cock was still half hard in her hand.

“Hmmmm,” she replied. “Still looks dark to me. Pitch black even.”

“Huh?” Aang raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.

Katara was on her stomach, legs spread and kicked up into the air. The tight crotch of her onesie tunic had been pulled aside, exposing her massive ass cheeks and dripping wet cunt. A puddle of squirt was already forming on the dirt floor, with a line of cunt drool leading back up to her pristine pussy. The Water Tribe bimbo reached back, slapping her fat ass, digging her own fingers into her mounds of thick flesh.

“C’mon, Aang,” she moaned. “Show me what one thousand lifetimes worth of fucking has taught you!”

“B-But, Sokka and the others?” Aang questioned. All the same, he sank to his knees, suddenly feeling weighed down by his fat erection.

“Here,” Katara’s hand went out, grabbing his cock, stroking it with her soft hand. “Let me guide you.”

She pulled his dick first towards herself, pressing his cock head against her soaking wet cunt.

Fuck, I need it in my ass, but he’d never go for it right now Katara grunted Even if I tried the “wrong hole ‘cus it's dark” thing

“Katara I-” Aang’s cock head was swallowed by Katara’s familiar, soaking wet cunt. It bucked on Aang’s crotch, berating the monk for being so bull-headed. “Wow, I guess you were right,” He said, finally catching on. “It’s pitch black in here.”

“Mmmmhm,” Katara moaned. “Sooooo…” She began to back herself onto Aang’s member, swallowing more of it inside her. 

“Let’s put the lover in the Cave of Two Lovers,” Katara moaned. “Fuck me, Aang. Fuck me like the Avatar.”

Aang growled at her words, feeling strangely turned on by them. He planted closed fists on either side of her, pulling his body up over her’s to pin her to the ground. He thrust forward, grinding his massive cock into her tight snatch. She shuddered at the familiar touch of him inside her, as he had not cored her out mere hours before. 

This feels different she thought, her mouth couldn’t help but fall open as she moaned, revelling in the feeling of his fat pipe snaking up inside. She felt full, she felt whole.

Her hands went out behind her back, dancing across his tight, muscular chest. His pelvis crashed into her fat butt, making her mocha skin ripple in the pale light of the dark tunnels. His knuckles dug into the dirt, putting much of his weight on his hands. He thrust downwards, grunting in pleasure as his cock penetrated her warm, hilting itself inside her. Katara moaned loudly, her entire body lurching, rolling on her fat tits as she moved with his thrust. Her head turned back, looking up at Aang’s face. Their eyes met, and once again, it felt as if the world was darkening around them. Aang leaned down, planting another kiss upon her lips.

He grinded into her, making her moan against his lips. Her back twisted slightly, getting a better angle on the kiss. Her fat tits fell from the tight tunic, proving that even the slightest movement would send them spilling out. Aang’s hips pistoned in and out of her cunt, every movement deliberately planned and decided, making her cunt drool and slobber all over his member. He shuddered, feeling his orgasm rising in his balls. Katara’s body was a puddle beneath him, moving like the ocean around his cock. The Water Tribe bimbo’s hand wrapped around Aang’s arm, trying to stabilise herself on his. She rocked on the floor, pushing herself back onto Aang’s cock as it came forward, hilting inside her. Drool ran from her lips, pooling in the dirt below her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a long, low moan.

“Ooooooooh, it feels shoooo good,” She drooled, her brain collapsing in on itself as never-ending cascading waves of pleasure rippled over her like waves attempting to drown a boat. Her hands fell to the ground, her body unable to do any movement beyond her own rhythmic thrust into Aang’s crotch.

The Avatar grunted, gritting his teeth as he continued his sensual conquest of familiar territory. Something about it felt different this time; her cunt wasn’t just tight, it felt like it was holding him, caressing his cock, drawing him deeper still, even as his cock head kissed the back of her womb, leaving a drop of pre-cum to drool down her deepest wall. 

All of Katara’s moans were whispers, as if caught against her throat before they could escape properly, a far cry from the typical far cries of the screamer. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, tongue falling from her mouth as she panted and moaned like the bitch in heat she was. Aang leaned down, planting a deep kiss on her neck, earning a coo from Katara.

“Ohhh, right there,” she moaned. “Fuck.” 

Aang broke the kiss, leaving a bruise and a drool stain on her neck. A shuddered moan escaped her lips.

“A-Aang,” She cooed out. “Fuck me, Aang.”

Aang grunted, hilting himself inside her. “You’re so tight, Katara.”

“Mmmhmm,” Katara moaned, biting her lip. She was blushing with arousal, her face contorting in pleasure. “Your cock is so thick in my pussy. Oh fuck me, Aang, fuck my pussy.”

She cooed again, rolling her head back in pleasure. She arched her back under him, giving him a better angle to thrust down into her pussy. “Oh, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum all over your cock.” 

“I’m g-getting close too,” Aang stuttered, sweat pouring down his face. “I-I’m gonna cum too.”

“Cum inside me,” Katara moaned. “Please, please cum inside me.”

“I’m going to,” Aang nodded, breathing heavily as he picked up his pace slightly. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Do it, all inside, please,” Katara moaned, her voice starting to rise. “Oh fuck!” Her cunt clenched tight around Aang’s cock. “I’m cumming!” 

Aang felt a gush of squirt splatter against his legs. The ground beneath him turned to mud as Katara’s cunt sprayed gallons of sloshing, soaking wet squirt out. Her entire body shook as she let out a long, low moan. Her tongue reached out from her mouth as her eyes rolled off in two different directions. Her vice-like grip upon his crotch proved too much. Aang grunted, hilting himself inside Katara’s geyser of a twat, erupting with his own finishing deep inside her. 

Katara mewled in pleasure as she felt Aang’s hot cum filling her twat. Her fingers dug into the dirt, leaving trails where they had ripped the ground up. She was coated in sweat, her entire body shaking as her nerves lit up with pleasure. Aang grinded his cock into her, his pelvis flush with her fat, juicy ass. He collapsed forward, letting his weight land on her, pinning her to the floor as his orgasm finished. They both panted from the exertion, taking a moment to bask in their afterglows. Katara could feel Aang’s heartbeat on her back; Aang could feel her lungs filling with air. His hand came up, caressing her upper arm.

“H-hey, Aang,” Katara panted.

“Yeah, Katara?” Aang asked.

“I think the lights are finally on,” she chuckled.

Aang laughed as he, still out of breath from the sex.

She looked up at the crystals. “So that’s how the two lovers found each other,” she thought aloud. “They just put out their lights and followed those crystals.”

She studied them, realising that they were shaped with a point, going down the cave and around the corner. She rolled over, Aang landing on the ground next to her. 

“That must be the way out!” She exclaimed, pointing the way the arrows did. She scrambled to her feet, completely forgetting the fatigue she had been feeling.

Aang sat up, looking up at Katara, whose gaze was transfixed on the exit. “So, uhh…”

Before he could say another word, the busty and thicc woman sprinting off, her ass cheeks clapping as she ran, tits bouncing wildly as she had not bothered to put them away. Cum ran down her thick thigh. 

“Let’s go!” Katara called as she raced off.

Aang blinked, stunned by the emotional whiplash of the moment. He shook his head, smiling to himself. She was happy; that’s all that mattered. He rose, tucking his cock back into his gi and following. Appa grunted, following as well.

It wasn’t even sunset. The brightness of the day hurt their eyes as they exited, but that didn’t matter. The cool breeze was enough as the mountain wind hit their skin. Appa was the first one out, sprinting into the air. The Sky Bison groaned loudly as he rolled over, rubbing his fur on the dirt of the cliffside. Katara and Aang followed next.

Katara still had yet to fix her wardrobe, leaving her fat tits bouncing from her tunic. The thin crotch of the outfit was still pulled aside, letting the cum running from her lips run down her leg. They smiled, watching Appa bask in the wind.

Aang looked around, finding they were alone. “What about Sokka?” He asked.

As if on cue, there was rumbling behind them. Katara and Aang turned to watch as two massive holes were bored out from the mountainside, bracketing the exit they had used. Two massive Badger-Moles roared as they emerged onto the ledge, dwarfing Appa in size. Fear ran through Aang and Katara as they gazed upon the beasts, only to turn to elation as they spotted a familiar Warrior seat atop it.

“Sokka!” Katara exclaimed, elated to see her brother unharmed.

The warrior slid down the side of the beast, sprinting over to Katara and Aang.

“How did you guys get out?!” Sokka called, taking a moment to observe Katara’s lewd appearance. 

“Just like the legend says,” Aang replied with a smile. “We let love lead the way.

“Really?” Sokka asked, placing his hands on his hips. “We let huge ferocious beasts lead our way.”

Chong and his companions got off their Badger-Mole, waving goodbye to their guides. The beasts turned around, returning to the caves they had come from. Two massive slabs of stone rose, sealing the entrances as if they had never been there. 

Momo flew over to Appa, the two having a lengthy discussion about all the debauchery they had witnessed.

Katara and Sokka hugged, happy to be reunited. They leaned back, studying each other’s faces before planting a kiss on their lips. She pulled back, finally getting a good look at him. Dust, scraps and bruises covered his body, but something stood out more than anything else.

“Why is your forehead all red?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Nobody reacts to what I’m about to tell you,” Chong whispered as he came up alongside Sokka, earning a side-eyed glare from the warrior.“I think that guy might be the Avatar.”

Sokka slammed his palm into his head, expanding the red spot.

Aang went over to Moku and company, taking stock of their stuff and checking the bandages on their injuries.

“So are you guys coming to Omashu with us?” Aang asked.

“Nope,” Moku replied with a smile.

“Okay,” Aang smiled back, waving goodbye as they left. “Thanks for everything, Moku.”

Lily, Moku, Kyono, and Mo Shao turned, wandering off towards the mountains (Aang couldn’t help but notice they were travelling back the way they came).

Chong, meanwhile, was having a more tender goodbye. He pulled his lei off, draping it over the warrior’s shoulders. “Sokka,” he said, holding the man by the arms. “I hope you learned a little something about not letting the plans get in the way of the journey.” He pulled Sokka into a deep hug.

“Just play your songs,” Sokka grunted, half-heartedly returning the hug.

“Hey!” Chong exclaimed, releasing Sokka. “Good plan!” He turned, beginning to strum his lute as he walked off to catch up with his group. 

“Even if you’re lost, you can’t lose the love because it's in your heart~”

Aang and Katara exchanged a glance, looking away as they both blushed. Sokka crossed his arms in satisfaction, smiling as he watched Chong and the others leave.

Less than an hour later, Sokka, Katara, and Aang were climbing a familiar hill. The last time they had been there, there had been snow on the ground, and Katara had owned a pair of breeches. It had been a week since they had left home, still unsure of where they were going and what they were doing. Unaware of any comets of Fire Admirals only worried about a deranged prince. Now they returned, practically strangers.

Sokka led the group this time, walking proudly and tall as they approached the crest of the hill. He remembered the challenges Aang had faced, the ‘torture’ he and his sister had endured.

“The journey was long and annoying,” he reflected. “But now you get to see what it’s really about - the destination.” He smiled, turning to Aang and Katara as they reached the top of the hillside. 

“I present to you, The Earth Kingdom City of O-”

His words died in his throat as he turned towards the familiar sight. His heart sank deep into his stomach, eyes wide as dinner plates.

“Oh no.”

Across from them was Omashu. A massive black belt of metal around the stone curtain wall. The red banner of the Fire Nation was flying proudly upon its gates. Smoke rising all over.