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High King of the Air Nomads	By : EmperoroftheNetherlandsII Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Comfort in Times of Despair

She walked through the door Aang had gone through. She walked like a ghost down the hall. She then came to a door of gold. Obviously this was Aang’s door. Such a place that revered the Avatar like the Air Nomads would surely treat him like royalty. She opened the door, making sure not to make a sound. The room was elegant, yet held on to the Air Nomad humility. The floors were lined with plain soft carpets. There were tables made of rough stone, and soft pillows for chairs. Katara walked in slowly, out of the main room through the bathroom with 'running water' into the bedroom. A four poster bed with a thick white velevt spread with the Air Nomad embalm was in the center, along with a few other dressers. There was a large window taking up most of one of the walls. Aang was standing in front of this. Looking out at the vast mountainous landscape, Katara came up behind him.

“I failed again,” he said, he knew she was there! He slammed his hands against the stone railing, causing cracks to run through the stone.

“Aang,” Katara said softly. “It will be okay,” she said putting her hand on his shoulder.

Aang whipped around to face her. “NO IT WON’T YOU KEEP ON TELLING ME THAT BUT IT NEVER ENDS, PEOPLE KEEP ON DYING!” A burst of air was sent through the room, nearly knocking Katara over. The young bender quickly cooled down, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

Katara sat next to him; she could never stand to see Aang so upset. She didn’t know what to say anymore she didn’t know what to do anymore.

Katara lifted up Aang’s head, so he was facing her. “Aang, you are so strong, you have lost everything you love. Though now you have something else I found that you love.” She kissed him on the lips, drawing a blush from him.

“Let the one who loves you take care of you,’ she said softly. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, drawing him into another kiss. His lips were warm, soft. Though Katara could tell he was either to tired or to strained to return the kiss. She ran her tongue up and down his lips, parting them easily. He was sweet, not like what he ate, but he had a natural sweetness to him. Like the kindness he showed people. She ran her hands up and down his back. She moved her lips away from his mouth, trailing kisses down his neck, earning soft moans from him. So I’m turning him on. Katara smiled, she pulled his shirt off roughly, running her hands greedily over his well defined chest. She suckles his nipples, running her tongue up and down his chest. She then saw a bulge in his pants. Katara remembered all that her grandmother had taught her about men and their anatomy. She had explained pregnancy and diseases with her. Katara knew though, she wanted to be with Aang, and if she got pregnant, she wanted it to be with Aang’s baby. She got up, and pulled off her rode, exposing her soft silk underwear. She pulled off her bra, exposing her full supple, firm b cup breasts, her dark nipples were firm and diamond hard. Her body was perfect; years of training had left it solid muscle, with only the softness of her skin and the small amount of softness of her mounds to cover it. Aang’s eyes were drawn to her body. Katara saw his eyes connect with hers; she saw the old sparkle once again.

“How could I possibly ignore or resist someone as beautiful as you,” he said smiling. He stood up, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a lip lock. This was ten times more enjoyable with the two of them participating. Katara’s and Aang’s tongues danced in their mouths. Aang slid his mouth away, each a small cry from Katara, Aang moved down to her chest, he suckled one of her nipples while rolling the other breast in his hand. Katara moan, Aang pressed his groin against hers. He began to rub and hump continuously, earning more moans. Aang bite the nipples before moving down farther. He reached her white silk panties; he pulled them down slowly, savoring it. He then saw her crown jewel. Her Southern Water Tribe pussy was ripe and tender for plucking. He ran his tongue along its lips, causing Katara to sequel. Aang sat her on the bed, and dove in between her legs, eating her furiously. He then found her nub, and bit it. Katara shrieked at the top of her lungs. “OH MY GOD AANG!” she screamed, cumming all over his face.

The Avatar’s tongue move all throughout her insides, searching for any of her sweet nectar that might remain. Katara finally pulled his head away from her. “It’s time for me to please you,” she said softly. She flipped him over, so she was on top. She pulled down his pants, and spread his legs. She ran her tongue over his loincloth, the bulge jumped. Katara began sucking his member through the loincloth, earning more and more moans from Aang. Soon the entire front of his loincloth was wet. Aang reached down to take them off, but Katara knocked his hand away.

“Stop teasing Katara, he said, his eyes closed. Katara ran her tongue over the fabric one more time before discarding it. Popping a well hung member into her face.

Aang’s length was amazing, 11 inches, no doubt being the Avatar had something to do with his abnormal length.

Katara gazed at it, she had heard from other women in her tribe that men’s genitalia were large but she never imagined anything of this magnitude. She was being to doubt whether she could take it all.

“A little bit large for a monk huh?” She said teasingly, causing Aang to blush.

Katara took the thick tool it her mouth. She tried getting as much of it in as possible, but she could just fit the head and a couple inches. She began to move her tongue over it, encircling the bulb and pushing on the small slit.

Aang was in heaven as Katara pleasured him with her gifted tongue. He swore he could see stars as he reached his climax. He grabbed the back of her hair, pushing her farther on his cock.

Katara gagged at this unexpected pressure. Her mouth was then filled up with Aang cum. Katara was repulsed by the salty taste. Though she swallowed it so as to not offend her lover.

She looked at his limping dick; she looked Aang who had also noticed. “Are you going to be ‘able’ for the next round?” She asked teasingly.

Aang only smiled. “Look again.”

Katara looked down to see his dick was fully erect; she smiled and turned around on all fours, her butt facing him.

Aang positioned himself around her, placing his phallus at her entrance. He could literally feel the heat vibrating off her pussy. He was scared, Katara was scared, but they knew they were ready. He plunged in.

Katara gasped as Aang quickly slid into her, breaking past her hymen. She let out a cry, feeling only felt pain as he moved slowly out. He touched her shoulders as to reassure her that it was going to be all right. He pushed quickly in and out developing a steady rhythm. Katara cried as she felt him move in and out, though she noticed, each time it was a bit better.

Aang was getting incredible pleasure from this ordeal, she was so tight. He literally felt as if his penis was going to implode from the tight space. He quickly noticed though her tears, and was filled with guilt. Although he had only slipped in a couple inches, she was in terrible pain. Aang got an idea, and rapidly flipped her over; twisting her on his dick while plunging as hard as he could inside her so the pain would not be prolonged. Katara tried to let out a cry but Aang covered her lips with his, locking her in a pleasurable kiss. As her continued to move inside her he groped her breasts, anything to draw her mind away from it. In fact, he then with one hand began to tickle her pussy, and she began to get pleasure out of having his cock in her. So much that she began to scream incessantly. “Aang come on now, fuck me harder, faster.” The bed rocked as the two of them fucked like animals. Aang vanilla dick fucking Katar's chocolare creme pussy for all it was worth. They both cried to the heavens as they shared a magnificent orgasm.

Outside their room though, there was crying of a different nature. For a small blind girl was weeping, her tears falling to the earth as quickly as the rain.

I apologize for tardiness, and for those who ask, I do not know the reason for all these stories today.

Of course, I remain, Ever Yours,

His Imperial Majesty, Byron, Second Emperor of the Netherlands

His Imperial Majesty, Byron, Second Emperor of the Netherlands
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