Avatar XXX

It had been two days since Katara and Sokka had fled the Southern Water Tribe with Aang, the Last Airbender. The trio had been travelling almost due North ever since. The ice and snow of the Southern Water Tribe had disappeared behind them on the first day of travel, and Sokka and Katara had begun to marvel at the rocky, mountainous shorelines of the rough islands that dotted the land beyond their home.

One such island, just a few hours south of the Southern Air Temple, is where they had made camp. Aang had informed them rather enthusiastically that the Southern Air Temple was where he had been raised. He intended to go there in the morning. As such, Katara and Sokka had a rather tense night of sleep. Now the sun hung low in the sky as dawn arrived. Aang was already up, securing Appa’s reins and saddle. Katara was sorting their supplies, having been trying her best to get an accurate estimation of how much food and water they had.

We’ll need to stop at a town soon She thought to herself as she arranged their sleeping equipment. Sokka remained in his sleeping bag, a gift from his Gran-Gran, dreaming of the girls he had left at home. Katara glanced over at him, spotting his erection pitching itself against his heavy, layered sleeping bag. Her jaw fell open as she felt mesmerised for a moment by her brother’s member. She shook her head and turned away, trying to ignore the arousal she felt.

“Wait ‘till you see it, Katara,” Aang called to her as he moved from one rein to another. “The Air Temple is one of the most beautiful places in the world.”

The sudden seriousness of what was about to occur washed over the Water Tribe girl, dousing all sense of arousal she had.

“Aang,” She began in a heavy tone. “I know you’re excited. But, it’s been one hundred years since you’ve been home.”

“That’s why I’m so excited,” Aang replied enthusiastically, smiling gleefully at Katara.

“It’s just that, a lot can change in all that time,” Katara continued.

“I know,” Aang nodded. “But I need to see it for myself.”

Aang finished securing the reins, and his attention turned to the sleeping Sokka. He leapt from Appa, using Airbending to slow his descent. Sokka’s sleeping bag was next to their cookfire, and the warrior was still asleep.

“Wake up, Sokka!” He called his friend. “Air Temple here we come!”

Sokka’s snoring broke its rhythm as he shifted, “Sleep now. Temple later.” The Water Tribe warrior turned on his side, bringing the entire wrapping around him with him. =

Aang’s face scrunched up in annoyance at Sokka’s rather indifferent tone. Then, the monk spotted a stick on the ground, leftover firewood, and a rather fun idea came to him. He retrieved the stick and made his way over to Sokka. Gently, Aang place the stick’s end on Sokka’s back, trailing it around the bag.

“Sokka!” He threw his voice, pretending to be further away. “Wake up! There’s a prickle snake in your sleeping bag!”

The false alarm sent Sokka into a panic. The man leapt up, still in his bag, screaming in fear.

“Get it off! Get it off! Ahhh!” Sokka cried, leaping forward. The bag was a heavy and awkward thing, soon sending Sokka tumbling to the ground.

Airbending bastard Sokka swore in his head as he heard Katara laughing at him.

“Great, you’re awake,” Aang chimed. “Let’s go.”

It had been four days since Prince Zuko and General Iroh had left the Southern Water Tribe with the Avatar. Now they were desperately pursuing the man and his two Water Tribe companions north. However, it was not smooth sailing. The snow and ice the Avatar had dumped onto their ship had caused considerable damage, and many of his crew were desperate for some R and R. Zuko relented after some convincing by his uncle, docking the boat at a repair yard on a small island north of the Southern Water Tribe and east of the Southern Air Temple.

Zuko’s ship was smaller by a significant amount than all the other ships in the port— something the banished prince did his best not to fixate on.

“Uncle, I want the repairs made as quickly as possible,” Zuko ordered as the two disembarked, heading to find the dockmaster. “I don’t want to stay too long and risk losing his trail.”

“You mean the Avatar?” Iroh asked in a lazy tone, his mind distracted by the impressive line of ships surrounding them.

“Don’t mention his name on these docks!” Zuko hissed in a low tone, turning to face Iroh. “Once word gets out that he’s alive, every Firebender will be out looking for him. And I don’t want anyone getting in the way.”

“Getting in the way of what, Prince Zuko?” Called a voice.

Zuko and Iroh turned to see a man clad in a Fire Navy uniform, a draping cloak over the front of his armour. He was in his late thirties, with greying hair that was thinning and long sideburns.

“Captain Zhao,” Zuko greeted the man, crossing his arms.

“It’s Commander now,” Zhao corrected him curtly. “And General Iroh.” The Commander bowed to Iroh. “Great Hero of our nation.”

“Retired General,” Iroh corrected.

“The Firelord’s brother and son are welcome guests anytime,” Zhao continued. “What brings you to my harbour?”

“Our ship is being repaired,” Iroh replied, gesturing to the pathetic vessel.

Zhao’s expression changed for only a moment, impressed, it seemed. “That’s quite a bit of damage.” He noted in a blasé tone.

“Yes,” Zuko nodded, glaring at Iroh. “You wouldn’t believe what happened.”

Shit Zuko realised he had no cover story prepared and, try as he might, his mind couldn’t conjure one. He drew a blank, staring at Zhao for a moment.

“Uncle,” Zuko barked. “Tell Commander Zhao what happened.”

Iroh perked up, equally as caught off guard as his nephew. “Yes!” He declared. “I will do that.”

Iroh brought a finger to his lips, trying to conjure a lie. “It was incredible,” He began, raising his arms as if to convey the weight of the event. But like Zuko, Iroh found himself lost for a story. “What? Did we crash or something?”

“Yes!” Zuko declared, taking his uncle’s lie and running with it. “Right into an Earth Kingdom ship.”

“Really?” Zhao asked in a tough tone to read. “You must regale me with all the thrilling details.” He leaned down to Zuko, getting close to the Fire Prince’s face. “Join me for a drink? Maybe some girls?”

“Sorry, but we have to go,” Zuko replied, turning away from the man. Iroh’s hand clasped down on his shoulder, stopping the banished prince.

“Prince Zuko, show Commander Zhao your respect,” Iroh said sternly. The retired general turned to face Zhao, placing his hands behind his back. “We would be honoured to join you. Do you have any ginseng tea? It’s my favourite.”

Iroh and Zhao strolled away, towards Zhao’s command tent. Zuko followed in a huff a moment later.

More delays, damn it, Uncle He swore in his mind.

Sokka’s stomach rumbled loudly as the hunger pangs hit him hard. They had not eaten dinner the night before, nor had they eaten breakfast this morning, and they had been routinely skipping lunch as well.

“Hey, stomach, be quiet, I’m trying to find us some food,” Sokka grumbled to himself as he looked through the supplies tied to the saddle.

Where is it? He wondered to himself, pushing aside bedrolls and camping gear. A pale yellow bag appeared in his line of sight, buried underneath everything.

Yes! He grabbed it, pulling it up. Something was off, and the bag was light in his hand. What the?

He turned the bag upside down, shaking out its contents. Only crumbs spilt onto his gloved hand.

“Hey!” He called to the duo riding up at the reins. “Who ate all my blubbered seal jerky?”

“Oh, that was food?” Aang asked, turning his head. “I used it to start the campfire last night. Sorry.”

“You what?!” Sokka cried in frustration. He thought back to the night prior, realising that he had seen Aang rummaging through the bag. “Aww, no wonder the flames smelled so good.”

The group flew on. Sokka lay down on the saddle, deciding to have sleep for breakfast and return to the nap Aang had interrupted.

Aang paid this little mind as looming ranges of rock came into view.

“The Potola Mountain Range!” He cried. “We’re almost there!”

Katara was sitting beside Aang, watching the Airbender bank and pitch Appa through the treacherous paths. She grimaced for a moment, spotting the monk’s gleeful smile. With a sigh, she began to speak.

“Aang, before we get to the Temple, I want to talk to you about the Airbenders,” She began in a serious tone.

“What about ‘em?” Aang asked, not deviating his gaze from his flying.

“Well …” Katara’s voice trailed off for a second. “I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless; they killed my mother. They could have done the same to your people.”

Aang was silent for a moment. Katara found it hard to read his emotions as he seemed to be reflecting deeply.

“Just because no one has seen an airbender doesn’t mean the Fire Nation killed them. They probably escaped,” Aang replied, his smile seeming as unsure as his tone.

Katara reached over, wrapping her arms around Aang’s back. “I know it’s hard to accept.”

Aang brushed her off. “You don’t understand, Katara. The only way to get to an Airbender Temple is on a Flying Bison. And I doubt the Fire Nation has any Flying Bison. Right, Appa?”

Katara grimaced. “Okay, just … promise me you understand what I’m saying.”

“I promise,” Aang replied quickly. “And hey, you and Sokka get to be some of the first outsiders to visit the Southern Air Temple, that must be exciting! The temples are divided by gender, so all the occupants of the Southern Air Temple are male.”

Katara smirked at that. “Oh, really? And are they all as gifted in the Nomadic arts as you?” She shuffled closer to Aang, placing a hand on his thigh.

Aang chuckled. “Well, if they’re anything like my friends from one hundred years ago, they will be.”

“Hopefully they won’t be choking and straining themselves in their breeches,” Katara continued. She felt Aang’s cock twitch against her hand. “Speaking of, I think someone wants to be let out.”

Katara and Aang had been fucking every night after Sokka had gone to bed and every morning before Sokka woke up. Aang had taken Katara’s virginity the first night of their trip. Katara had to admit she was quite addicted to the taste of the Air Nomad, but part of her was still craving the taste of another.

For now, this was what she had access to, and it would have to do.

“I’d rather be the one choking,” Katara finished as she gazed upon Aang’s rigid cock, her mouth salivating wildly. “I can’t believe I almost had to miss my daily meal because of Sokka. You’ll never hear me complaining about not having food.”

Katara swallowed down Aang’s shaft to the base, her oral skills improving every time she sucked on it. Her tongue lapped at his balls, full again already. Katara was excited, Aang’s cum having become a steady part of her diet whilst travelling. When it wasn’t blown inside her pussy, that was.

Her hands went to her parka, pulling her tits out through the boob window that adorned it. Her massive bust wrapped around the base of Aang’s shaft as it was unveiled from her mouth, smothering the spit-soaked rod in a warm embrace. Aang buckled and moaned at the stimulation as Katara worked him over. Katara moaned and hummed, vibrating the massive cock lodged down her throat. Aang continued to thrust into her mouth, enjoying the warm wet cave against the cold whips that got passed his air shield. His hand gripped the back of her head tightly, encouraging her to not drift to far off his cock.

Fuck, I am addicted to dick Katara thought to herself Though I really want to try someone else’s one of these days. It’s only been a week, but I need another partner. If the Monks did survive, let’s hope they’ve all got massive Bitch Breeders like Aang has. That’s what Gran-Gran always said!

Aang grunted and groaned as Katara worked him all over. His balls were gurgling, already ready to burst.

“Fuck, Katara, you sure you’d never sucked cock before me? You’re a natural at it!” Aang exclaimed.

Katara popped his meat from her mouth, groaning as she used her whole arm to jerk him off. “Aside from a homemade toy, I’d never even touched a dick before you. I’m glad you like my oral skills. You should try my ass sometime!” Katara exclaimed, giving in to her deep-held fetish.

“Ohh … yeah, I don’t really do anal,” Aang replied sheepishly.

“What? But you’re as long as my arm?! No girl has ever let you fuck their ass? I would have asked for that before my pussy!” Katara exclaimed in shock at Aang’s revelation.

“No, it’s not that, I just … it’s not my preferred hole,” Aang replied. Katara shrugged, swallowing him down again. A hand went to his balls, caressing and massaging them, coaxing the release out.

Aang kept up his pace, his cock head dunking down Katara’s throat into her stomach. Katara felt Aang’s nut sack contract in her hand. He grunted, and a second later her real breakfast deposited itself into her gut. She moaned as Aang finished inside her. He pulled back, removing his deflating cock from her throat. The last of his orgasm sprayed across her throat and into his mouth.

Katara wiped her mouth, relishing in the taste of Aang. The Airbender gripped hard into Appa’s reins, pulling the Sky Bison up further into the air. Katara gripped Aang’s arm as they arced high into the air. Sokka let out a cry of shock as he nearly went tumbling out the back of the saddle. The Water Tribe siblings held on tightly as Appa crested the final mountain.

Stone spires built cosily into the frozen mountaintop greeted their eyes. Deep blue roofs with antennas atop each, with impressive paths and stone archways seemingly moulded into the rock itself.

“There it is,” Aang beamed, his voice full of wonder. “The Southern Air Temple.” He choked back his emotions, remembering it as he had left it.

It looks like I’ve only just departed Aang thought, scanning the temple Katara has to be wrong

“Aang! It’s amazing!” Katara cried.

Aang ignored her, staring down at his Sky Bison. “We’re home, buddy, We’re home.” Tears began to well in his eyes.

Zuko tossed his head back in ecstasy. The camp follower girl had jet black hair in a pixie cut, but long enough for his finger to dig in tight and pull and twist her head around his massive cock. She moaned and gagged, continually trying to pull back for air, only for the Fire Prince to push her back down to his base. He had stripped down entirely to just his boots and shoulder pauldrons. The girl was nude, a Fire Nation emblem painted on her chest. Her tits were small, as were her hips and ass, but Zuko did not mind much. She was struggling to contain Zuko’s length as his swollen head penetrated her stomach.

Zhao keeps poor followers Zuko thought to himself I should have taken some of those Water Tribe girls

“And by Year’s End, the Earth Kingdom capital will be under our rule,” Zhao completed his speech, staring at the map of the world. Zhao was down to simply his boots as well, along with his red silk sash covering his chest area. He turned, his own cock was standing hard between his legs, though only half Zuko’s size. Where the Fire Prince hung down past his knee, Zhao was shorter than his own forearm. Nevertheless, a second follower leapt forward once her face her, swallowing his length to base. Zhao seemed entirely unfazed by this, as if no one had touched his cock at all.

“The Firelord will finally claim victory in this war,” Zhao declared, looking to the banished prince.

“If my mother thinks the rest of the world will follow her willingly, then she is a fool,” Zuko lamented. He grunted, his balls contracting as his load shot up into his cock, then down into the girl’s stomach. She yelped in surprise, tears running down her face as her small stomach began to expand as Zuko’s pent-up load entered her, the semen sizzling in her stomach. Zuko looked away from her. He recalled that look in the girl’s eyes. It was the same look the retainers in the palace had after seeing his mother and sister.

“Nearly a decade at sea has done little to temper your tongue,” Zhao snickered, sitting beside Zuko. The girl who had previously held Zhao in her mouth crawled over. Like Zuko’s, she was meagre in assets, but her hair was in a long black braid. Zhao adjusted, patting the girl on the back of the head. “So, how’s your search for the Avatar going?”

Before Zuko could reply, their conversation was interrupted by a clanging crash of metal and wood. Both men looked up to see Iroh, the only person in the room still fully clothed, had just knocked over a line of polearms that had been lined up neatly against the wall.

“My fault, entirely,” Iroh stuttered out an apology. He backed away meagerly, tucking his hands into his cloak.

“We haven’t found him yet,” Zuko replied bluntly.

“Did you really expect to?” Zhao hissed, his tone changing. Zuko heard the girl whose lips were wrapped around the commander’s member yelp and groan. His hand gripped her head hard, forcing himself into her to the base. “The Avatar died a hundred years ago! Along with the rest of the airbenders.”

Zuko’s eyes shifted from Zhao to the girls below them both. They had a hint of fear in their eyes, Zuko could see. He loosened his grip upon the girl servicing him, but she did not retreat from his still hard cock. Zhao leered at Zuko for a second, catching this withdrawal in his face.

“Unless you found some evidence that the Avatar is still alive?” Zhao’s face contorted into a sneering smile. His release came, and the girl beneath him swallowed the shot worth of cum that hit the back of her throat.

“No,” Zuko said sternly, turning to meet Zhao’s eyes. “Nothing.” He turned away again, finding the gaze hard to maintain.

“Prince Zuko, the Avatar is the only one who can stop the Fire Nation from winning this war,” Zhao said sternly. He waved his hand, dismissing the girl from his now flaccid penis. She retreated, wiping her lips. A curt bow of her head to the Commander as she rose to her feet, moving to sequester herself in the corner of the room. Zhao rose as well, turning his body to Zuko, who was doing his best not to look at the Commander. The silk red robe fell as Zhao rose, covering his member, and leaving a deep red wet spot on the backside from the girl’s spit. “If you have any ounce of loyalty left, you’ll tell me what you found.”

Zhao's head bent low, getting close to Zuko’s face. The Fire Prince was stoic, keeping his gaze away.

The Commander is too hot-tempered Zuko remembered what his Uncle had once said of the man I just need to stall, and he’ll grow bored of me, like he did that whore

“I haven’t found anything,” Zuko replied harshly. His head turned, finally prepared to meet Zhao’s gaze. “It’s like you said, the Avatar probably died a long time ago.”

Zuko held Zhao’s eyes, trying to read the commander’s intentions. Zhao was hard to read, Zuko had to admit.

“Come on, Uncle,” Zuko called. “We’re going.”

Before he could rise, Zuko recoiled in pain. Teeth sank in deep to his hard member. He looked down in shock, finding the camp follower who Zhao had gotten for him grinning up at him evilly, blood pouring from the corner of her mouth. Zuko’s hands gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, his entire body suddenly paralysed by the stunning action of the girl.

The tent flap bristled open as a soldier in a non-bender's uniform entered. “Commander Zhao, we interrogated the crew as you instructed. They confirmed Prince Zuko had the Avatar in custody, but let him escape.”

Zhao smiled coyly. “Very good. Zin,” His head turned sharply to address his concubine, “Reward officer Ioku for his work today.”

The girl smiled widely, looking the Fire Nation soldier up and down. She could see an outline of a decent-sized half-hard cock in his pants.

“Come on, then,” She cooed. “Show me those interrogation techniques.”

The two departed the tent, leaving the guards at the door, Zhao, Zuko, his partner, and the rather stunned Iroh standing in the corner. Zhao turned to Zuko, grinning slyly.

“Now remind me,” he said slowly. “How exactly was your ship damaged?”

Aang set Appa down near the base of the Air Temple’s grounds. The trio disembarked and began a long walk up the stone trails that wrapped around the natural curves of the mountain. Katara noted how intrusive the paths were, always arching around the slightest roadblock, not disturbing any of the landscape.

“So where do I get something to eat?” Sokka asked, rubbing his stomach. Katara clicked her tongue against her teeth, annoyed with her brother already.

“You’re lucky enough to be one of the first outsiders to ever visit an Airbender Temple!” She declared to him, “And all you can think about is food?”

Sokka shrugged. “I’m just a simple guy with simple needs.”

Up ahead, the siblings spotted Aang, who had come to a stop at a switchback in the path. The ridge it sat upon dropped steeply, and the monk was observing something down below. Katara and Sokka caught up, finding Aang was gazing upon a flattened spot on the mountain a few yards below. Upon the rocky field sat dozens and dozens of wooden beams, all standing perfectly on end and configured, they noted, in a vague pattern. They were not all the same height, some being far shorter than others. Two posts sat on either end, topped with large wooden squares with grey-blue Air symbols painted on a circular area defined inside the square.

“So that’s where my friends and I would play Airball,” Aang explained, pointing to the area before them. His finger shifted to the right, to an alcove of stone carvings in the mountain; they were quite large and deep, disappearing into the stone. “And, over there is where the bison would sleep. And-”

The monk sighed, his words trailing off into the cold fall wind.

Katara’s face took a worried form as Aang’s hand slunk back to his side, leaving him standing in a rather stoic pose. “What’s wrong?”

“This place used to be full of monks and Lemurs and Bison,” Aang said, raising both hands to gesture at the barren lands before him. “Now there’s just a bunch of weeds.”

The Monk grew sombre, thinking about everything he had been told.

There’s no sign of attack he reminded himself If the Fire Nation did even try, the Monks would have retreated. They must have just abandoned the temple and gone into hiding.

“I can’t believe how much things have changed,” He lamented.

Sokka and Katara exchanged a glance with each other, the pain in their friend’s voice hitting them like a punch to the stomach.

“So uhhh,” Sokka started first, turning back to Aang, “This Airball game, how do you play?”

Aang, Sokka, and Katara made their way down to the field as Aang explained the rules. To keep the game fair, Katara decided to sit out, though she did also note her figure made sports difficult for her. Sokka removed his parka, leaving the Water Tribe Warrior in a blue tunic with a navy blue undershirt, arm wrappings, and navy blue gloves. As well as his breeches and boots. He took a defensive position close to the goal, helped up onto the posts by Aang.

Aang retrieved a ball that had been left near the goalpost on Sokka’s side. The monk then glided up to his own spot. The two boys played for nearly an hour. Aang’s airbending gave him a clear advantage as he was able to boost his shots’ speed and accuracy. Sokka was left to volley his shots under his own strength, which Aang was able to easily counter. Despite his sure footing, Sokka did not manoeuvre across the pillars as much as Aang did. The gaps between them were large and took quite a bit of Sokka’s energy and focus to leap from one to another, as well as the height difference.

The match ended with a final serve from Aang. The Monk playfully tossed the ball high into the clouds, disappearing from sight. Sokka attempted to track the ball, his gaze leaving the arena. It dropped back down right in front of Aang, who sent it flying with a blast of air. It ricocheted off several beams before slamming directly into Sokka’s stomach, blowing the Water Tribe man off his feet. Sokka grunted as he was blown back into the goalpost, the wooden square beam. The circle set within it swung around, creaking as it did so. Sokka passed through, ball planted firmly against stomach. His form flew outside the arena, landing with a hard thud into the snow below.

Aang chuckled at the man’s comedic defeat, proudly chanting out the score. “Aang seven! Sokka zero!”

“Making him feel better is putting me in a world of hurt,” Sokka groaned, his whole body stiff and sore from the fall. He was sure he’d have bruises in the morning, if not several cuts. As he recovered, his hands moved to support himself. He recoiled as something sharp cut his hand. The injured fingers danced through the air. Sokka grabbed his own wrist, inspecting the damage. A cut across half his hand, just below his ring and pinky fingers. He looked down to find the origin of his wound. His eyes went wide in shock as he spotted a decaying Fire Nation helmet, one used by a bender, rusted and cracked, sitting in the snow.

He looked over to his sister, who was staring at him after his little outburst.

“Katara, check this out,” He called to her.

The Water Tribe girl approached, pausing a few feet from her brother’s find. “Fire Nation.” She said stoically. Katara nodded, turning to Aang, who was still cheering his own victory on the Airball field.

“Aang!” She called to him, “There’s something you need to see.”

“Okay,” Aang replied, leaping down from the pillars and running over.

Katara watched the monk moving, his body so full of life and joy, something that she had cherished deeply in him upon first meeting. She recalled the Water Tribe, her home, how it had been in the years since her father had left. Her eyes began to water. Her arms raised, the snow above her brother shook as she took hold of it with her bending. As Aang approached, she made a quick gesture, pulling snow down from the ridge above Sokka, burying him and the Fire Nation helmet. Sokka shouted in confusion as he was buried alive.

“What is it?” Aang asked, coming to a stop only a foot from Katara.

“Uhhh,” Katara turned to him, putting her hands behind her back. Sokka began to unbury himself, brushing the snow from his head. “Just a new Waterbending move I learned!” She smiled weakly, hoping he wouldn’t notice her sad eyes.

“Nice one,” Aang replied. “But, enough practising. We have a whole temple to see!”

He turned, walking away from the siblings. Sokka stood, glaring at his sister. She turned to him, awaiting chastisement. Before Sokka spoke, he saw the tears running down Katara’s face, softening his own anger.

“You know,” He said solemnly. “You can’t protect him forever.”

Katara wiped her tears. Her body turned, walking away from her brother.

Sokka retrieved his parka, sprinting after his sister and friend. He caught up to them in a courtyard made of light grey stone. Aang was on the otherside, observing the snow-covered area, his head turning constantly as he worked everything over with his eyes.

“Katara,” Sokka called.  “Firebenders were here. You can’t pretend they weren’t.”

Katara moved away from her brother, shaking her head. “I can for Aang’s sake. If he finds out that the Fire Nation invaded his home, he’ll be devastated.”

“He’s an adult, you need to trust him to act like one, plus he’s the Avatar!” Sokka replied sternly.

“Hey guys!” Aang’s voice came from across the courtyard. He was standing next to a statue of a man, waving at them both. The statue was carved from wood and covered in snow mounds. “I want you to meet somebody!”

“Whose that?” Sokka asked as they both approached.

“Monk Gyatso,” Aang replied, turning to look upon the man. “The Greatest Airbender in the world. He taught me everything I know.”

Aang bowed respectfully to the statue. He felt tears welling, realising his mentor had long passed away.

It was a warm summer day at the Southern Air Temple. Aang, only twelve years old, was curled up on the ledge of a bannister, watching his friends play in the Airball courts. The sweet smell of freshly baked cakes filled the air, but even that could not cheer the young nomad.

“But the true secret is in the gooey centre,” The elderly voice of Gyatso said, using Airbending to raise the fruity flavouring that filled the cake. Aang only grunted his reply, not even looking at the man.

Gyatso smiled sadly. He turned, moving the cake upon its peel to the banister Aang was sitting to cool. “My ancient cake-making technique isn’t the only thing on your mind, is it, Aang?”

Aang looked up to the clouds, watching as they floated along. His hands still stung from the tattooing ceremony, barely two weeks back now. It had been a long two weeks.

“This whole Avatar thing,” Aang began, keeping his body curled up. “Maybe the monks made a mistake.”

Gyatso shook his head. “The only mistake they made was telling you before you turned sixteen. But we cannot concern ourselves with what was. We must act on what is.”

Gyatso gestured, bringing Aang’s attention to the beautiful landscape of the temple. Monks below were going about their day as a herd of Bison flew overhead. Some swooped low and began eating at the abundant green foliage of the mountainside, meticulously groomed by Aang’s people.

Aang smiled weakly at the visage before him. But still, his darkness lingered. “But Gyatso, how do I know if I’m ready for this?”

“Your questions will be answered when you’re old enough to enter the Air Temple Sanctuary,” Gyatso replied. He turned to look at Aang. “Inside, you will meet someone who will guide you on your journey.”

This finally made Aang perk up. The young Monk adjusted his posture and seating position with Airbending, turning gleefully to Gyatso. “Who is it?” He asked excitedly.

Gyatso smiled softly at Aang. “When you are ready, he will reveal himself to you.” Aang gave a frustrated grunt, turning from his teacher, placing both feet on the ground inside the bannister’s perimeter.

“Now,” Gyatso laughed. “Are you going to help me with these cakes or not?”

“All right,” Aang replied, a smile returning to his face.

The two Airbending Masters took their stance. With a few swift motions, they launched the fresh cakes from the ledge they sat upon, arching high through the air to land on the other monks of the council that ran the Southern Air Temple with Gyatso, meditating in a garden some hundred or so yards away. Aang and Gyatso burst into laughter as the four monks were attacked by lemurs, looking to dine on the delectable fruit cakes.

“Your aim has improved greatly, my young pupil,” Gyatso complimented Aang as they bowed to one another. He reached out, patting Aang’s bald head.

Aang wiped a tear from his eye, recalling a moment that was now over a hundred years old. Katara’s gloved hands gripped his shoulders, holding him tightly. “You must miss him.”

Aang, however, felt the sadness rush from his body, being replaced instead with a curiosity. “Yeah.” He replied with a rather dismissive tone, stepping away from Katara.

“Where are you going?” Katara asked.

“The Air Temple Sanctuary,” Aang replied sternly, and continued his march into the Temple proper. “There’s someone I’m ready to meet.”

He disappeared, leaving both Water Tribe siblings confused. Katara looked to her brother, who offered her a mere shrug.

The trio made their way deep into the heart of the temple. Everywhere they went, they found empty, snow-covered rooms and overgrown and dead foliage. Aang walked on with tunnel vision, not even acknowledging the decay around him. Katara and Sokka followed behind, equally silent. Finally, Aang reached a wooden door that had been placed in a stone wall at the end of a long corridor. A twisting brown tree grew around the more reddish-brown entrance that dwarfed the three in size. Sat upon the door itself was brass tubing like a strange instrument, a twist and curling around to three porcelain shells of the same grey-blue from the Airball field, once again in the circular pattern of air’s symbols. These shells sat in the middle, two above, one below, a line of tubes that were disconnected from the rest of it. These tubes looked to be carved of wood and covered in the hide of animals.

Aang came to a stop a few yards from the door, staring up at it intently.

“Aang, no one could have survived in there,” Katara called to him in a soft tone. “Not for a hundred years.”

“It’s not impossible,” Aang replied, “I survived in the iceberg that long.”

“Good point,” Katara conceded, her hand drawing to her chin.

“Katara,” Aang continued, wonder in his eyes and tone. “Whoever’s in there might help me figure out this Avatar thing.”

“And, whoever’s in there might have a medley of delicious cured meats!” Sokka added, his mouth watering. He leapt forward, running past the two. He slammed into the door with all his force, but the thing did not budge. The Water Tribe warrior let out a grunt as his entire body impacted against the wood. He pressed on it hard, but the door refused to budge.

“I don’t suppose you have a key?” He asked the monk. 

“The key, Sokka,” Aang smirked. “Is airbending.”

The Water Tribe warrior stood, evacuating the area of the door. Both siblings stood behind Aang as he steadied his stance. He drew an impressively deep breath in. Then he extended both his arms, blowing the air away from his open palms and up the tubing. The grey-blue shells shuttered before rotating, the air from Aang’s blast venting back out into the air. As they moved, they aligned the tubing of wood and animal hide, allowing the blasts to reach the third shell below, turning it around as they all let out a harmonic blast of wind. The middle tub shot forward, rotating in place to stand up on end as the large doors lurched and swung open slowly.

The three found themselves staring into a dark void, no light coming back from the room.

“Hello?” Aang called into it, and an echo greeted him. “Anyone home?”

Without hesitation, the Air Nomad stepped forward, entering the room and disappearing into the darkness. The siblings followed suit, and all three disappeared into the darkness.

“So an eighteen-year-old boy bested you and your Firebenders?” Zhao hissed as he paced back and forth in the tent. Zuko had been returned his breeches, his now flaccid cock still stinging from the wound he had been given. Two non-bender soldiers stood behind him, ready to act should the Prince become rowdy. Iroh was sitting nearby, unguarded and sipping on a cup of tea. Zhao was fully dressed in his armour now as well, his hands behind his back. “You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

“I underestimated him once,” Zuko replied sharply. “But it will not happen again.”

“No, it will not,” Zhao replied in an equally sharp tone. “Because you won’t have a second chance.” 

Zuko raised his arm as he spoke. “Commander Zhao, I have been hunting the Avatar for eight years and I-”

“And you failed!” Zhao shouted, cutting off the Prince. Fire streaked through the air to accentuate Zhao’s words as he turned, streaking his arm angrily through the air to toss the flames at Zuko. “Capturing the Avatar is too important to leave in an exile’s hands. He’s mine now.”

Zuko leapt from his chair, grunting in anger. The two guards behind him moved quickly, restraining the Prince by his arms. Zhao sneered at Zuko, amused by his outburst.

“Keep them here,” He ordered, turning to leave the tent. Zuko seethed in frustration, lashing out with a kick to knock over the table in front of his Uncle. The contents of it went flying, including a teapot and several cups.

“More tea, please,” Iroh asked.

Aang, Sokka, and Katara found themselves in a cold, dark room. The ceiling was higher than any of them could see in the dim light. But ahead, they could make out forms. For a moment, the siblings recoiled, but as their rigidity became clear, they all realized was lay before them.

“Statues?” Sokka groaned. “That’s it? Where’s the meat?!”

“Who are all these people?” Katara asked. The trio began to walk between the stone figures, glancing about at them all.

“I’m not sure,” Aang replied, dropping his head as he approached one. “But it feels like I know them somehow.” His gaze rose to the head of the one before him. “Look! This one’s an Airbender!”

“And this one’s a Waterbender,” Katara added, pointing to the one next to Aang. She glanced along the line. “They’re lined up in a pattern. Air, Water, Earth, Fire.”

“That’s the Avatar Cycle,” Aang noted.

“Of course!” Katara cried, “They’re Avatars. All these people are your past lives, Aang!”

“Wow,” Aang’s gaze scanned the room. Everywhere he looked, there was a statue. “There’s so many.”

He walked towards the centre of the room. Sokka approached Katara, hands crossed.

“Past lives?” He asked sceptically. “Katara, you really believe in that stuff?”

Katara shook her head, “It’s true. When the Avatar dies, he’s reincarnated into the next Nation in the cycle.”

The siblings looked over to see Aang, staring intently at the statue in the middle of the room. It was a tall man with a long beard and long hair,  covered in robes and a pauldron of Fire Nation make.

“Aang,” Katara called to him, but he did not reply. She rushed over to him, grabbing his shoulders. “Aang, snap out of it!”

Aang came to after a light shake, turning to look at Katara. “Who is that?” She asked.

“That’s Avatar Roku, the Avatar before me,” Aang said with a rather matter-of-fact tone, as if he anticipated Katara’s question.

Her eyes went to the base of the statue, finding only the pedestal upon which it was placed, not writing. Her face contorted in confusion, looking back at Aang.

“You were a Firebender?” Sokka asked, drawing up alongside the duo. “No wonder I didn’t trust you when we first met.”

“There’s no writing,” Katara observed. “How do you know his name?”

Aang smiled, staring at the statue. “I’m not sure. I just know it somehow.”

Sokka crossed his arms, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. “You just couldn’t get any weirder.” He grunted in frustration.

The sound of footsteps approaching sent all three into a panic. They turned towards their entrance, a mass of bright light from the sun reflecting off the lighter stone of the corridor they had walked down to get here. On the ground, however, they spotted a long shadow approaching them. Katara and Aang ducked behind one statue, Sokka behind another. He drew his club, still snuggly tucked into his parka.

“Firebender,” He whispered to Aang and Katara. “Nobody make a sound.”

“You’re making a sound!” Katara replied, only to earn shushes from both Sokka and Aang.

“That Firebender won’t know what hit him,” Sokka said to himself, raising his club. He rose to his feet, taking in a deep breath. Aang and Katara watched as Sokka leapt from behind the statue, freezing instantly in place in surprise. Aang and Katara’s heads whipped around the statue to see what had stunned Sokka.

It was not a Firebender. But rather, as Aang quickly realised, a flying lemur, covered in white and black fur.

“Lemur!” Aang chanted.

“Dinner,” Sokka added, his mouth watering at the thought of his first meal all day.

Aang glared at Sokka’s crass comment. “Don’t listen to him.” He said to the lemur bat. “You’re gonna be my new pet!”

“Not if I get him first!” Sokka shouted.

Instantly, both boys sprinted forward for the creature. The tiny thing hissed at them both and ran, turning and sprinting from the Sanctuary. Aang and Sokka followed behind quickly, chasing it back up the hallway they had come down.

Those two Katara shook her head, watching as they disappeared from sight.

“Wait, come back!” Aang called to it.

“I wanna eat you!” Sokka added.

Aang began to outpace Sokka, using his Airbending to boost his strides. The Water Tribe Man was quick-witted, however, pulling his club up and swinging at Aang’s feet to trip him as he ran past. Aang, however, was clever still, and a warm blast of air hit Sokka as Aang contorted his body to run along the wall of the corridor. Aang laughed deeply as he sprinted ahead of Sokka. The monk leapt from the wall, twisting around to send a volley of warm into Sokka’s legs, tripping the men and sending him to the ground.

With his competition firmly defeated, Aang turned his attention back to the tiny flying lemur. It reached the end of the corridor, leaping from the small balcony and into the open air of the temple. Aang didn’t hesitate, running out after the bat and tossing his body into the open air. He cheered at the freedom of his free fall, watching as the lemur-bat swooped low towards a rundown shack near the base of the temple.

“Hey, no fair!” Sokka shouted from behind, watching the Monk bounce from rock to rock as he pursued the beast.

Zuko and Iroh had been kept in the tent for the better part of the day, unable to leave and barely acknowledged by their guards. An hour before sundown, the flaps open again, allowing Commander Zhao to enter.

“My search party is ready, as is your ship,” He stated. “Once I’m out to sea, my guards will escort you back to your ship, and you will be free to go.”

Zuko and Iroh were now sitting in chairs facing each other, both silently grimacing.

“Why?” Zuko asked, turning to the Commander. “Are you worried I’m going to try and stop you?”

Zhao laughed at Zuko’s inquiry. “You? Stop me? Impossible.”

“Don’t underestimate me, Zhao!” Zuko barked, rising to his feet. “I will capture the Avatar before you.”

“Prince Zuko, that’s enough,” Iroh stated, rising as well, holding his hands out to his nephew.

“You can’t compete with me,” Zhao said, ignoring the general. “I have hundreds of warships under my command, and you?” He gestured to Zuko. “You’re just a banished prince, no home, no allies. Your own mother doesn’t even want you.”

“You’re wrong,” Zuko replied, anger rising in his voice. “Once I deliver the Avatar to my mother, she will welcome me home with Honour. And restore my rightful place as Heir to the Throne.” 

“If your mother really wanted you home, she would have let you return by now, Avatar or no Avatar,” Zhao replied in a simple tone. “But in her eyes, you are a failure. And a disgrace to the Fire Nation.”

“That’s not true,” Zuko hissed, his fist clenched in rage.

“You have the scar to prove it,” Zhao replied curtly. 

Zuko growled, “Maybe you’d like one to match!”

“Is that a challenge?” Zhao scoffed, squinting at the Fire Prince.

“An Agni Kai. At sunset,” Zuko replied.

Zhao exhaled sharply through his nose. “Very well.” He agreed. “Its a shame your mother won’t be here to watch me humiliate you. I guess your Uncle will have to do.”

Zhao turned exiting the tent, taking his guards with him.

I’ll make him pay Zuko thought to himself, seething with rage.

Iroh shook his head. “Prince Zuko,” He called, “Have you forgotten what happened the last time you duelled a master?”

“I will never forget.”

Aang hit the ground with a soft thud, watching the lemur scamper away behind a flap of an old shack.

“Hey! Come back!” Aang called, following behind at a slower pace now.

I’ve the lemur cornered Aang snickered to himself as he entered the tent. “Come on out, little lemur.”

Aang glanced around, finding the inside area covered in broken stonework and snow. He grimaced for a second, but shook it off, remembering the lemur-bat.

“That hungry guy won’t bother you anymore,” He called to the creature, looking around for any sign of it.

He didn’t see it, but did spot another set of purple-blue drapes across from him. Aang made his way to it, pushing them open.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as Aang froze in shock at the sight before him. The skeleton of an Air Nomad, surrounded by dozens and dozens of Fire Nation corpses.

They…. Aang’s brain almost refused to view the sight before him. He felt his stomach churning, a deep knot forming in his gut. He choked up at a pathetic cry as his eyes became slick with tears.

“Firebenders,” He said. “They were here.”

His gaze went to the skeleton across from him. It was leaned back in a mound of snow, buried up to its waist. Its hands were open, leaning back almost as a glow of yellow sunlight draped it, drawing the eye from all the death around it. It seemed almost regal in its pose. Aang recognised the robes. And the wooden necklace.

“Gyatso,” He whispered.

You didn’t get a peaceful death like you deserved. Aang collapsed, tears running wildly from his face to the ground.

“Hey, Aang, you find my dinner yet?” Called the voice of Sokka as he entered the shack. He was greeted by the intense sound of crying. Sokka spotted Aang, hands covering his face as the man wept.

“Aang, I wasn’t really gonna eat the lemur, okay?” Sokka asked, somewhat lying. He glanced past the weeping Monk to see what had truly upset the man, however. “Oh man.”

He paused, taking in the horrifying sight. Sokka centred himself, reaching down to Aang’s shoulder. “Come on, Aang, let’s get out of here. I’m sorry that you had to see this, but everything will be alright.”

Aang’s tattoo streaking up his head began to glow the familiar blue light. Sokka gasped, recoiling away from the man.

Back inside the Sanctuary, Katara was inspecting the statues. Suddenly, in sequence from Roku to the busty Earthebnder to his right and so on, their eyes began to glow.

“Aang!” She realised and turned, sprinting from the Sanctuary to go find him and Sokka.

All across the world, temples glowed and bloomed alight with a new light. For the second time in less than a week. The sceptics could not deny the truth.

“Send word to the Firelord, immediately. The Avatar has returned!”

Sokka felt the wind picking up around his feet. It was not the normally warm breeze that the boy seemed to emanate. It was cold and biting, a harsh, cruel wind that threatened to cut his skin. He blocked his head with his hands as debris flew wildly in the air. Aang rose off the ground, surrounding himself in a vortex.

“Aang, come on!” Sokka called to him. “Snap out of it!”

The monk did not reply. Sokka was thrown from his feet as the air bubble around him expanded, ripping the shack they were in apart and scattering the remains of all deceased bodies in their presence. Katara was sprinting down one of the paths on the mountainside.

Sokka was thrown several yards, with much worse force than the Airball field. He landed awkwardly in a pile of debris, grunting in pain as his back absorbed the impact.

“What happened?!” Katara called, approaching her brother. The wind was strong, and both had to keep low in an effort to keep the stiff blows from knocking them away.

“He found out Firebenders killed Gyatso!” Sokka replied.

“Oh no, it’s his Avatar Spirit,” Katara realised. “Like on the boat. He must have triggered it. I’m gonna try and calm him down!”

She began to move forward, trying to get closer to Aang.

“Well, do it!” Sokka shouted, “Before he blows us off the mountain!”

Katara began to approach, keeping her hands in front of her face. The winds were strong, threatening to send her flying up into the air for a drop of several hundred feet into the sharp rocks below this temple. Aang’s body was surrounded by even stronger winds, Katara could see. He began to levitate, sending a sharp blast backwards and knocking Katara on her fat ass.

It was sunset at the port. The parties entered their arena, something Zhao had had constructed for sporting events between his soldiers ages ago. Zhao and Zuko were in their respective corners. Each, in accordance with Agni Kai rules, was completely nude, save for a small cloak with the fire nation emblem, covering their backs, and two metal arm bands on their biceps.

“Remembers your Firebending basics, Prince Zuko,” Iroh instructed. “They are your greatest weapons.”

“I refuse to let him win,” Zuko replied. The banished man stood, turning to his opponent as the small cape fell away.

“This will be over quickly, “Zhao hissed from across the field. Four guards, all non-firebenders, stood in his corner.

The gong rang out as both men took their fighting stances. There was a pause, as each man sized the other up.

Zuko made the first move, summoning fire to his hands and launching a simple blast. Zhao dodged the blow with a mere lean. Zuko continued, however, launching blast after blast at Zhao’s centre, moving along a line horizontal to his opponent as he did so. Upon the last shot, Zhao stood his ground, crossing his arms to absorb the blast and disperse it.

Zuko upped his attacks, swinging some kicks for extra firepower. Zhao was caught a bit off guard, forced to take the hits head-on, blocking with fire shields as the flames licked around his body. Zuko fired low, aiming to engulf the man. Zhao countered with a grin, going low with hands clasped together, pointing all his fingers out towards the blast. The flames dispersed around the commander at this move, keeping him safe.

He rose, sneering at the now haggard Zuko.

“Basics, Zuko!” Iroh called from behind. “Break his roots!”

Zhao stepped forward, launching a heavy blast at Zuko. The Prince took it in the chest, scattering the flames to the ground beside him. Zhao did it again, sending Zuko onto his back step. He barely had time to absorb and deflect one blast before the next hit. The final blast was a double fist of flames from Zhao, finally knocking the banished man to the ground. He slid backwards on his bare skin, grunting in pain.

Zuko brought his head up, finding Zhao nowhere on the field. A shout came from above, bringing Zuko’s attention up as Zhao had leapt several feet into the air. With a THUD, he landed next to Zuko, firing off a blast. Zuko acted on instinct, leaping back and putting his weight on his right arm. He spun himself in the air, dodging the low blast of Zhao’s hit. His head contorted, finding that Zhao’s right leg was overextended. He had landed too shallow of Zuko and was now compensating for it. Zuko’s whole body contorted again, spinning himself around to bring his left foot down. He switched the hand upon which his weight rested, bringing himself upright as his foot swept Zhao’s left leg. The Commander was knocked to the ground as his support fell out from under him. Zuko landed upon both feet with a smirk.

Zhao recovered as best he could, scrambling to his own now unsure feet. Zuko began his next wave, sending flames licking up from the edge of his foot as he advanced, forcing Zhao to keep retreating before he could find a stable footing. The flames threatened his feet. Zhao grunted in pain as the heat licked his skin. With the commander now completely off balance, Zuko aimed higher, a kick of flames slamming into Zhao’s chest, sending him to the ground. Zuko moved in quickly, levying his fist at the man.

They glared at one another for a moment before Zhao barked. “Do it!”

Zuko grunted, launching his fireball to the ground, leaving a scorch mark next to the nude man’s head.

“That’s it?” Zhao growled. “Your mother raised a coward!”

“Next time you get in my way, I promise,” Zuko replied sternly, “I won’t hold back.”

He turned, leaving his opponent on the ground. Zhao got to his feet, rage painted across his face. He turned, launching a ball of flames from his kick. They never reached Zuko as a hand grasped Zhao’s foot on the sole. Iroh stood between the two duelists. With little effort, Iroh tossed Zhao once again to the ground, throwing the commander several yards. He then turned to stop Zuko as the banished prince lunged to attack again.

“No! Prince Zuko!” He said sternly, “Do not taint your victory.”

He turned back to Zhao, once again picking himself up from the ground. “So this is how the great Commander Zhao acts in defeat? Disgraceful. Even in exile, my nephew is more honourable than you.”

He bowed to Zhao with a smirk. “Thanks again for the tea, it was delicious.”

Zuko was stunned, staring at Iroh for a moment in surprise. Then, turning to glare at Zhao. The duo turned and left the arena, Zuko stopping for a moment by the entrance to retrieve his breeches.

“Did you really mean that, Uncle?” Zuko asked, his voice was, for once, timid.

“Of course,” Iroh smiled at Zuko. “I told you Ginseng tea is my favourite.”

Zuko chuckled at his aloof Uncle, walking proudly back to his ship. Fully repaired, and still so much smaller than all the others.

“Aang! I know you’re upset!” Katara called the monk. The swirling vortex left the girl clinging to some stones just near him, holding on for dear life. “And I know how hard it is to lose the people you love! I went through the same thing when I lost my mom! Monk Gyatso and the other airbenders may be gone! But you still have a family! Sokka and I, we’re your family now!”

The monk’s body turned to face Katara. Despite her fear, Katara still felt her body shudder with arousal as she spotted his rigid cock underneath his clothes. The Water Tribe girl recalled the ship, four days prior. Aang’s body had leapt from the water nude and glowing like this. After he had disabled the Firebenders, he began to walk towards the female one.

Does he … does … does It She thought. She looked back at Sokka, staring at her from further away.

Here goes nothing She decided. Her right hand went over to her left, peeling off her gloves. She let them fly away in the gust, slamming into Sokka’s face.

“Katara!” he called. “What are you doing?!”

“Just trust me, I think I know a way to snap him out of it!” Katara replied. One hand went to her parka. It took her a moment, but soon the thick thing was pulled from her body, exposing her topless form beneath it.

Sokka raised a curious eyebrow. He had seen his sister nude plenty of times. Just the other day, he had watched her disable three Firebenders by using her overstuffed chest, but this. Something strange was going on; he just knew it.

Katara didn’t stop there; next off came her boots, then her breeches. Leaving the girl entirely nude. The wind was a cutting thing against her skin, but Katara knew somewhere in her mind that Aang would never hurt her. She leapt over the stone she was hiding behind, splaying her body out against the rock for Aang.

Please let this work She begged, waiting for Aang to respond. He was leering at her, his face unchanging, eyes and tattoos glowing. Then his hands, rather mechanically, went to his breeches, undoing the string. Sokka watched in shock as Aang’s breeches flew away as if by magic, leaving the Air Nomad naked from the waist down. His cock was hard and almost as long and thicker than Sokka’s. Katara spread her legs against the stone. Her wet cunt started to feel the cold air as its pre was battered by the cold vortex.

Aang landed, walking over to Katara, his movements stiff and rigid like a puppet. Katara gasped as he came to a stop, standing over her. His hand went to his cock, holding it steady above her. She watched the pre-cum, running from the tip, was whisked away into the swirling vortex. 

She bit her lower lip, shuddering in anticipation at his next move. His shirt flew off next, leaving him completely nude.

“Katara, now is not the time to get knocked up!” Sokka shouted.

“Be quiet, Sokka, I think his Spirit just needs an outlet. If I can get him to funnel his energy into me, I think we can-“

Katara was cut off as her words became a moaning screech. Aang’s cock penetrated her pussy, hilting himself to his base in an instant. Katara came hard from the raping penetration, squirting all over Aang’s cock. Aang was normally a gentle lover, only ever entering her when she either begged or requested. Katara had initially thought it was because he had a dominating style, but soon realised he was actually quite soft, wanting more intimate moments with her.

Katara didn’t raise this to him. He was, so far, her only partner, and her his at the moment. They’d been having sex upwards of four times a day, enough to satisfy the Water Tribe Nympho. This, however, the rough, uncaring penetration, this was scratching an itch Katara had had for a long time.

Oh fuck yes She groaned as her body was pinned beneath Aang’s muscular form. His arms gripped tightly into her biceps, spreading her arms out wide. He withdrew himself slightly before hilting himself into her again. Katara moaned loudly, a bulging form poking up in her stomach as Aang’s cock burrowed to the base into her cervix. Her rolls back into her head, her brain felt like a mush in her skull, only able to focus on the brutal pace of Aang’s cock in her pussy. Aang’s hands came down, grabbing hard at Katara’s wrists, pinning her against the slab of stone with a strength that Katara had not expected. She groaned in pain as the stone splintered and spider-webbed behind her arms.

She was completely pinned as Aang continued to dig out her sopping cunt. Her eyes met Aang’s, his face a stoic mask of glowing eyes and tattoos. He seemed entirely indifferent to what she was doing to her in the moment.

Fuck, this pace, I’m gonna fucking cum again! Katara screamed in her mind. A torrent of squirt exploded out of her body and onto Aang’s crotch, still no response from the Avatar. Suddenly, his cock hilted inside her and stopped. Katara’s eyes went wide in surprise at his sudden freeze, his body not moving in the slightest. Then, she felt something warm explode in her womb. Aang’s cum blasted up into Katara’s womb, flooding innards quickly. Katara thought she could anticipate how much the Monk could put out, but suddenly his orgasm seemed endless. Her stomach swelled larger than it had ever been to date. It was bigger than both her tits combined, and still going. His body wasn’t even giving the slightest twitch or shiver as Katara’s stomach continued to inflate and expand slowly but surely.

His cock was still rigid as he pulled himself from her pussy, a torrent of cum exploding out, spraying down the stone that Katara was pinned against. Katara gasped as she watched the stone splinter from the impact.

His cum is like … I don’t even know! She was equally terrified and aroused, a deep recessed part of her mind wanting Aang to cum inside her again. He was pissing cum until it drilled a hole through to the other side. Katara looked down, spotting the torrent of cum leaking from her cunt like a waterfall, pooling at her feet.

His cock was still hard, pre-cum leaking down his shaft.

So! Much! cum! Katara’s mind was beginning to crack as the musk of Aang’s cum reached her nostrils. Her brain was barely able to comprehend anything beyond the massive flesh pole right in front of her. Aang’s hands gripped Katara’s thick thighs, spreading them further and pulling them up off the ground.

Wait … is he? Is he finally!? Katara panted in surprise.

Aang’s cock head slammed into Katara’s asshole. Katara screamed as she squirted all over Aang’s pelvis. His cock buried itself balls deep inside her eager asshole. Katara’s eyes went cross as her brain began to blank.

Anal! Anal! Anal sex! Katara thought to herself. Her tongue fell from her open mouth, moaning loudly and lewdly like a true whore Finally, every hole claimed!

Aang thrust hard into her, quickly as well. His cock was hilted to the base inside her, withdrawn to the tip, and thrust balls deep again in less than a second, and repeated.

“Keep going!” Katara screamed, “I’m gonna fucking cum again! Oh, my ass! It feels so good, fucking rape me harder!”

It seemed that Aang’s spirit heard her. The stone behind Katara began to crack more as Aang put his full strength into brutalising her ass. Katara was screaming her way through orgasm after orgasm.

“I love your cock!” Katara screamed. Aang’s face continued to be stoic and blank, a complete contradiction of the active movement of his body.

Her mind shattered as she felt Aang’s cock hilt inside her ass to the base.

“Cum inside me, please,” She moaned, wrapping her arms around Aang’s neck. She pulled herself close to him, pressing her tits and cumflated stomach against his chest.

Aang’s cock erupted deep in Katara’s guts. Katara screeched again as she came against Aang. Her stomach continued to inflate with cum, Katara was almost certain that she could taste cum in the back of her throat. With a final thrust, Aang’s orgasm reached its crescendo. Katara’s arms went weak as her body finally hit its limit. She fell from his cock, hitting the ground. His erection fell soft, the last of his cum dripping from his soft head.

The winds finally died down as Aang stumbled backwards, standing completely still, eyes and tattoos still glowing. Katara rose, cum running down her thick thighs like a waterfall. Sokka drew up alongside her. The girl yelped slightly as he patted her on her ass, making the cheeks jiggle even with such a light touch.

“Good job,” He whispered. His attention turned to Aang, standing like one of the statues in the Sanctuary.

“Katara and I aren’t gonna let anything happen to you. Promise,” He said softly.  Katara reached out, taking the monk’s hand.

The glow finally died away, and Aang collapsed into Katara’s embrace, his head resting on her tits.

“I’m sorry,” Aang said weakly.

“It’s okay, that was so hot,” Katara reassured him. “And, it wasn’t your fault.” She looked away, somewhat ashamed to have enjoyed that so thoroughly.

“You were right,” Aang added. “And if the Firebenders found this Temple That means they found the other ones too. I really am the last Airbender.”

Katara hugged Aang tightly, as Sokka reached down, putting a reassuring hand on the naked man’s shoulder.

Aang and Katara dressed again and made their way back to the Sanctuary. Aang stated he wanted to see Roku one more time before they left. Katara and Sokka arrived a bit later, as they had been scavenging for supplies.

“Everything’s packed, you ready to go?” Katara asked.

“How is Roku supposed to help me if I can’t talk to him?” Aang wondered aloud.

“Maybe you’ll find a way,” Katara replied.

The duo turned, sensing a presence. The Lemur-Bat stood in the doorway once more, in its hands was a bundle of fruits and other natural foods. It scampered over to Sokka, laying them at his feet.

Sokka dove upon the pile, filling his empty stomach.

“Looks like you made a new friend, Sokka,” Aang smiled.

“Can’t talk, must eat,” The Water Tribe man replied, stuffing his face.

The Lemur scampered up Aang’s form, wrapping its tail around Aang’s collar and coming to rest on his head.

“Hey, little guy!” He greeted the creature, though a second later he realised, “Err, girl.”

The lemur chittered.

Aang, Appa, and his new pet stared at the Southern Air Temple. Empty and decaying. Aang wore a melancholy smile as he recalled his childhood there.

“You, me, and Appa,” He said, petting his Sky Bison. “We’re all that’s left of this place. We have to stick together.”

He turned to his companions. Sokka was still eating whilst Katara was once again doing inventory.

“Katara, Sokka, say hello to the newest member of our family,” He smiled.

“What are you gonna name her?” Katara asked.

The lemur leapt from Aang’s arm, grabbing Sokka’s food from his open hand, before returning to Aang’s wrist, chomping on its prize. Sokka stared in shock, his mouth open from the bite he had been preparing to take.

“Momo,” Aang replied. Katara chuckled at her brother’s misfortune. With their stuff packed, they departed. Aang and Momo sat in the saddle as Katara flew them away, watching the Southern Air Temple disappear from sight.