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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Well, this is not what I was expecting.
The event brought us all from far and wide, to discuss politics. I hate being the oldest of mother's brood (that isn't in prison, at least); I've no choice in accompanying her to these annual gatherings. I find my own little corner to sulk in, pointedly. So everyone will leave me alone. However, my quiet space is invaded in short order. I realise eventually that I do not mind her company.
I am often the butt of my younger brothers' particular jokes, which I find amusing since I know Wei is the one hiding away in the closet. He eyes our sister's boyfriend so very closely; I wonder if mother knows.
I may not be the smoothest charmer, but I've my ways. After flirting with the Northern Water Tribe's princess throughout the evening, she invited me back to her room. Now here I am, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her peel open her robes. Except that when she does, between her legs hangs something that shouldn't. Her chest is a hard, smooth plane of muscle.
Eska's brother, almost daintily holding his robes open, smirks at me. I'd been tricked.
And I am decidedly okay with that.
Perhaps Desna expects wide, round eyes from me, a look of shock painted across my face. But he's made the same mistake as my brothers: he assumes. How does the saying go, whatever floats your boat? I've never been the picky sort.
Desna's form is almost as shapely as a woman's, slim waist curving smoothly into the slight flare of hips, and then again to grace his thighs. His smirk falters as my eyes blatantly admire his body. When I meet his again, I very slowly lick my lips.
"You realise I'm not my sister, don't you, Huan?" he says as I find my feet.
I move towards him. "How fortunate that I don't care."
The distance between us vanishes. I press close, invading Desna's personal space. A little taller than he, I catch his wrists up in my hands and breathe, "I'm going to take you, as if you were your sister. I'm going to bend you over Eska's bed and let you feel my cock instead."
His eyes flick away from mine, heat rising to his colour is dark cheeks. "You're completely naked beneath this?" I ask, pulling at the sleeve of his robe. Desna nodded. "Off," I tell him quietly. My hands slip down to his waist as the robe pools onto the floor around his feet. He steps out of it, then nervously looks up to meet my gaze.
"And now?"
Desna's breath is light and sweet, lips moist as I lean forward to touch them. His mouth parts under my pressure, and as we kiss I pull his slim body into me. My hands feel the musculature beneath his skin, rising from his lower back up to his shoulders. He's stiff between the legs when a knee parts his thighs. My nails graze his skin, sweeping down the curve of his spine. I can feel his hips beginning to roll, rubbing his cock against my leg. He moans at the friction.
As I enjoy the way Desna's ass moulds itself to my grip, his cheeks small and firm, the door behind him is pushed open. I'm barely aware of it, pulling Desna even closer to me to begin sharing the sinuous movement of his hips. That's when we hear the voice of his sister.
"This is not what I expected."
I peel my lips away from Desna's, retrieving my tongue from his mouth. My eyes capture his as I speak. "What were you expecting?"
Eska slowly approaches us. "You to have fled. My brother to be waiting for me at full mast."
I smirk. "Plans change. I've taken a liking to your brother in your place. I hope you can understand."
"Desna?" the young woman says. He wants to answer but I've ducked low and suckled hard on the flesh of his throat, letting my teeth scrape along his skin. He takes a shuddering breath when I slowly lick the bruised flesh, head tilted back. "I want him, sister," he says at last, and his fingers wind into my hair.
"I will join you," she speaks after a moment, drawing my gaze. "We are twins in anything and everything."
"Then you can help," I reply. "I'm going to teach your brother a lesson, Eska. Undress me."
Her hands are delicate. She strips me in practiced fashion as I lend her one limb at a time. Desna, meanwhile, grinds himself hard against me now. My tongue dips into his mouth as a hand moves to his chest, pinching at his small, dark nipples.
Eska opens her robe and then pulls down my undergarments with careful pace, leaning into me whilst reaching around to free my manhood. Her breasts push against my naked back and she curves her body to match the shape of mine. I can feel the heat of her sex against my ass. The princess cooes in soft surprise at what her hands find, and I grin against her brother's mouth.
"On your knees," I whisper.
Desna complies, descending with a warm touch that grazes down to my legs. He confronts my jutting cock with a gasp, and hungry lips split open to let a tongue tease the weeping tip.
With an embrace from behind, Eska's arms wrap around my body. My hands play through Desna's long, dark locks, combing fingers through his hair and pushing errant strands away from his face. He watches with unblinking eyes as his sister twists her soft hands around my shaft. She stands on tip toes behind me, pressed close as she looks down over my shoulder.
Practically at the same time we say, "Open your mouth, Desna."
I close my eyes and hold my breath. Desna seals his lips around me, clutching onto my thighs as his head sinks forward. Eska hums lustily in my ear as we watch her brother swallow my dick. I draw her around to my side, leaning in to engage a pliant mouth as sweet, soft and eager as Desna's. Her hands fall to both the top of his head and my ass, squeezing a cheek and trailing through dark hair.
Desna's a surprisingly skillful cocksucker, my shaft sufficiently lubed by his mouth. Neither of them know my intentions as I lift his sister's leg, settling it against my hip, so when I turn suddenly, whipping my cock free and shoving straight up into Eska, it's without any warning whatsoever.
Desna moans his disappointment as I begin pumping into his sister. She grips onto my shoulders and groans first in surprise and then wanton delight. He tries to rise up to his feet; I force him back to his knees with a hand in his hair. With my eyes fixed on Eska's, I order him to get behind me.
"Lick my asshole, Desna."
He obeys immediately. The flutter of a wet tongue drives me wild. Pressing his face between my cheeks, Desna attacks the ring of muscle with enthusiasm. His sister yelps as my hips power up into her, holding on for dear life. Desna's tongue lies flat against my hole for long, slow licks before being shaped into a spear and shoved inside. And by that point I can't take any more.
I pull out of Eska and turn to grab her brother, lust a raw, scorching flame within me. "The bed," I growl, after grabbing his face and pulling him up to my mouth. I taste myself, rich and strong, and my voice is coarse afterwards. "Get on the bed, now."
He does, when I shove him, falling back onto his elbows facing me. But that's not what I want. I want his ass. I'm going fuck it hard and fast until he screams into the sodden bedsheets clutched between his teeth. So I turn him over, onto his hands and knees, and then kneel down myself and attack his hole with almost deranged fury. My hands spread his cheeks wide, gripping them hard, and my tongue spears into Desna with relentless force. I crave the taste of him, leavings his puckered ring glistening wet with saliva.
Desna is moaning so loudly, his head bowed forward into the bed. Beside him, Eska sits on her knees, thighs spread so she can reach down to her sex. The princess fingers herself to the sight of me ravishing her brother, mouth open as she draws heavy, panting breaths. She groans in a strong, needy voice when I push a finger deep into Desna's ass, thrusting the digit as I kiss and bite into his cheek.
I'm so hard between the legs now. Every second longer I spend on my knees fucking the boy with finger and tongue is too much. We're both breathing heavily, Desna and I, as I stand to my feet behind him. He looks over his shoulder as I take myself in hand, my shaft long and rigid, eyes worried. I press him flat to the bed with a firm hand at his back, making him spread his thighs and arch his ass into the air. I lick my lips, crazy with lust.
"Please, Huan, be careful with my brother," Eska speaks then, crawling forwards on hands and knees towards us. "We've never tried anything as big as you are before."
I blink. The fog that had settled over me is suddenly pierced, the young woman's voice calming my single-mindedness. There's sincerity in Eska's voice and a genuine care for her brother's well-being. I'm still hungry with lust for him, for the tight warmth of his hole around my cock, but at least now I'd leave him alive and in one piece afterwards.
Nodding, I look down at Desna. "Just tell me to stop if it's too much." He nods himself, swallows. I quietly hope however, as I begin nudging forward, that he won't say a word.
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