Avatar XXX

The firelight from four candles illuminated the room with an eerie glow. The heat from the flames smothered the banished prince’s face. A long breath entered his lungs, the flames drawing towards this pull of power. Zuko’s back was straight, sitting in front of the shrine. He sat upon a low-rise bench made of wood, legs crossed to keep his entire body off the floor. A dragon mask, made of leather and wool, sat opposite the closed eyes of the prince. Hands folded over one another in his lap as he controlled his breathing. The only sounds were those of gulping and gagging from his lap.

In a rather lounged, relaxed pose was Eeko, one of Zuko’s elite Firebending soldiers. She was splayed out to Zuko’s left, relaxing on the floor beneath the banished prince, with her body contorted somewhat to take his cock into her mouth. Both parties were dressed only in nightgowns and robes, both lacking any breeches. Eeko’s mouth was decorated as well, her lips adorning Zuko’s hard member as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft, serving the royal prince. Zuko’s zen was barely ruffled by this, finding the lewd act to help him with his focus. He drew another deep breath in as Eeko went to his base. Barely a movement from him, even as her tongue extended from her mouth to lick and lap at his balls.

He drew a long breath in and exhaled it just as quickly. Eeko withdrew as well, arching her back to get the height needed to exit Zuko’s thick, long royal member. Her hand went to the thick shaft, massaging and stroking it lightly in her hand.

“Your concentration has improved immensely, Captain,” She licked her lips. “As has your stamina.”

She swallowed him down again. Zuko heeded her little, remaining in his stoic meditative state. As Eeko reached his base, however, she felt a lurch in his cock in her throat. She smiled around the flesh pole to herself, realising he was closer than he let on. She picked up her pace, bobbing her head along his shaft faster and faster. And still, the prince denied her any indications of his pleasure. As she throated herself down to his base again, she moaned lowly, vibrating her throat along his cock. Her head moved to withdraw, only for one palm to slam down roughly on the back of her neck. She yelped in surprise. The ball sack brushing her chin contracted as Zuko let out a single, soft grunt.

Eeko moaned again as she felt her stomach begin to inflate with Zuko’s royal cum shot, litre after litre filling her. Zuko released her head and returned to his meditative state. Eeko moved away, letting Zuko’s flaccid cock land against the bench he sat on, like a pale snake. She wiped the spit and cum from her lips, drinking it down like a chaser.

The metal door to his cabin opened with a heavy CREAK. General Iroh stepped in, also dressed for the evening. With this, Zuko’s eyes finally opened, though he did not turn to seek his Uncle’s visage.

“The only reason you should be interrupting me is if you have news about the Avatar,” Zuko stated, his voice was even-tempered and calm.

Iroh pushed the door open all the way. The retired general stayed on the threshold between the corridor and the room. Eeko spotted a scroll in the general’s hands. Iroh bowed his head to his nephew.

“Well, there is news, Prince Zuko, but you might not like it,” Iroh announced, as calm as his nephew. He put his hands up, scroll in one, looking to the Prince. “Don’t get too upset.”

“Uncle, you taught me that keeping a level head is a sign of a great leader,” Zuko countered, still in his low, half-asleep voice. “Now, whatever you have to say, I’m sure I can take it.”

Iroh stepped several feet into the room. His free hand went up to stroke his goatee. His eyes examined the back of Zuko’s head for a moment before speaking.

“Okay then,” The general began. “We have no idea where he is.”

“What?!” Zuko shouted in fury, nearly a scream. The flames from the four candles leapt into the air, streaking at the ceiling like erupting volcanoes. The prince turned in his seat, raising to stand next to his uncle. His long robe fell, but failed to cover his dick. Iroh shielded his face from the flames for a moment. Eeko rose as well, her robe doing little to hide her massive bust. The retired general removed a thin wooden stick from the bundle of items in his hand, unfurling a fan togive himself a small breeze.

“You really should open a window in here,” He snickered to himself. Zuko’s hand went down, snatching the scroll from Iroh’s hand.

“Give me the map,” He demanded. He ripped open the scroll, examining the detailed map of the archipelago that made up the lands between the southern Earth Kingdom and the Southern Water Tribe.

“Err, there have been multiple sightings of the Avatar,” Iroh began to explain, fanning himself. “But he is impossible to track down.”

Eeko snaked up alongside her prince, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“How am I gonna find him, Uncle?” Zuko asked aloud.

Eeko looked down. The map had a detailed dotted line from the Southern Water Tribe up through a series of islands, heading for the mainland of the Earth Kingdom. It snaked back and forth, sharp turns and double backs with dots scattered around the islands, noting where sightings had been confirmed.

“He’s clearly a master of evasive manoeuvring,” She noted.

Sokka studied the map of the lands between the Southern Water Tribe and the southern part of the Earth Kingdom. Dozens and dozens of islands he had never heard of before, some of them barely even scraping by with an official title.

Whaletail Island … is that where we were yesterday? No, that wouldn’t be enough time if we were at the Air Temple the day before that? He frowned at the map, unable to truly understand its location. There was no legend, meaning no way to track how far apart the islands were. It was old, Aang’s copy from over one hundred years ago.

Finally, the Water Tribe Warrior looked up towards the bald monk flying their Sky Bison.

“You have no idea where you’re going, do you?” He asked in an upset tone.

“Well, I know it’s near water,” Aang countered.

Sokka let out a sigh, as they had lost sight of land almost the moment they had left the small island they had camped out on.

“I guess we’re getting close, then,” Sokka replied in an unimpressed tone.

It was just after noon, and the cool fall air of the ocean was breezing past the trio quickly. Aang was sitting upon Appa’s head as usual, though now he had his companion, Momo, the Lemur-Bat, perched on his shoulder. Katara was near the front of the saddle, working on a project she had been handling just after takeoff. Sokka hadn’t realised at the time, but getting rag-dolled around by Aang’s Avatar Spirit in the Southern Air Temple had ripped a considerable hole in the backside of his breeches. The Water Tribe bimbo was now pulling a new thread through the hole, patching it up.

This left her brother in only his parka, his flaccid member on display for Katara to see. Sokka didn’t care much, as he only two days prior watched Katara mate rather violently with Aang’s Avatar spirit and had begun to suspect they had been doing a lot more than that during the entire tribe. The girls back home had always told Sokka his little sister was a kinky whore just waiting to find a man to awaken it within her. Some had even suggested Sokka himself take her virginity, but he had rebuffed that request.

Now, however, things were changing, he had to admit. In fact, he was sure he could occasionally catch Katara stealing glances at his bare body as she worked. He was doing his best to avoid staring directly at the opening in her parka where her massive bust was always threatening to spill out. The last thing he needed was to pop an awkward boner with absolutely no cover. Still, he couldn’t deny he was starting to feel an ache in his balls. Masturbation was not something Sokka preferred. Not that he was opposed to it, it was more than he had ever lacked for sexual partners. He had been the only male in a village of seven females all around his age, all of them maturing around the same time. And all of them, to his delight, were incredibly aroused seemingly all the time.

It had also been nearly nonstop action since their departure, and Sokka often found himself in charge of collecting food and setting up shelters. As such, his own personal time had dropped to essentially zero. A large load of brewing inside him, and he hoped that soon they’d see their first group of people since leaving home.

Aang’s head was turned almost all the way around, staring up at Katara as she worked. Aside from an occasional glance at her brother, her entire mind seemed fixated on her work.

“Momo, marbles please,” He said to his new pet. The Lemur-Bat dove into his shirt. He felt her paws rustling around till it came to an inside pocket, removing five glass marbles. Momo leapt out of the shirt, placing the requested item into Aang’s hand. “Hey, Katara. Check out this Airbending trick.”

He rotated to face her, clasping the marbles in both hands. He pulled them apart, causing the marbles to float, then with a small gust, they began to rotate quickly, spinning through the air until they were a blur. He grinned gleefully at his work, but when he shifted his gaze to Katara, he found she hadn’t even registered his words, focused on her work.

“That’s great, Aang,” She said rather dismissively, stitching away.

Aang stopped the trick, clasping the marbles in between his hands again. “You didn’t even look.” He stated.

What is up with her? Aang wondered She’s been acting strange ever since the Air Temple. Did I hurt her in the Avatar State?

Aang and Katara had not shared each other’s company since the incident at the temple. Katara had explained what had happened, with Aang apologising profusely and trying to explain he wasn’t truly in control of his body. To his shock, the Water Tribe girl refused the apology, explaining that it had actually been quite pleasurable for her and that she had enjoyed how roughly he had violated her ass. The Airbender had been in a sort of funk after that. Personally, he had never found any enjoyment in anal sex and was often too bashful to suggest it or fulfil any requests for it.

Katara’s mind seemed a thousand leagues from that moment, as she focused on her stitching. For the last two nights, she had dreamt of Aang’s Avatar Spirit, taking her even rougher than before. Chasing her down and ripping her parka to shreds as his cock (which was even bigger in her dreams) ripped her in half with a brutal penetration. As much as she had enjoyed Aang’s own prowess, she was realising more and more that one partner would not satisfy her much longer. She wanted more. She could feel her cunt throbbing at the idea, nipples stiffening in her parka, threatening to slip out.

After some delay, Aang’s words finally hit her inner ears. Katara turned with a smile, declaring, “That’s great!” In a rather fake-sounding tone.

“But I’m not doing it now,” Aang replied, casting his expression down.

Katara frowned. I don’t know what Aang said, but I guess whatever I just did really upset him

Before she could continue, however, Sokka butted in. “Stop bugging her, Airhead. You need to give girls space when they do their sewing.”

Katara grunted in annoyance at her brother’s comment. All care for what was bothering Aang left her as she turned to look at her brother. She did her best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to admit that his cock, even as soft as it was now, looked delicious.

“What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?” She asked, glaring at her brother.

“Simple,” Sokka replied, gesturing dismissively into the air. “Girls are better at fixing pants than guys. And guys are better at hunting and fighting and fucking and stuff like that. It’s just the natural order of things.”

Katara gave a single huffing, sarcastic laugh. “All done with your pants!” She declared, pulling her stitching off to snap the line halfway through her work. “And look what a great job I did!” She tossed the breeches across the saddle, the thick navy blue material slamming into Sokka’s face.

“Wait! I was just kidding!” Sokka cried as he pulled the pants off his head. The hole in his ass was big enough to fit his whole arm through, and the rest of the stitching wasn’t properly finished, already beginning to fray. “I can’t wear these! Katara, please!”

“Relax, Sokka,” Aang called from the helm. “Where we’re going, you won’t need any pants!”

He pulled on Appa’s reins, banking the Sky Bison through the air.

It was a gorgeous island of elevated but relatively small mountains, capped with snow and covered in thick brush and trees. There was a large bay area, surrounded like a crescent moon with deep water. It was completely alone, seemingly an anomaly out in the middle of the ocean. Katara and Sokka stared at it in surprise.

“What is that place?” Sokka asked his companions.

“Down there! Crescent Moon Bay!” Aang declared proudly. “Home of the giant elephant koi fish! I mean, uhhh, it’s the last island for a while, we should rest here.”

Appa swooped in low, landing on the shores of the bay. The soft sand dusted up into the air as the beast hit the ground. Aang was an orange blur, descending from the Sky Bison quickly. Sokka and Katara followed suit a moment later.

“We just made a pit stop yesterday,” Sokka called to the monk, staring out into the bay with an enthusiastic pose. “Shouldn’t we get a little more flying done before we camp out?”

“He’s right,” Katara nodded, “At this rate, we won’t get to the North Pole until spring. We’re only a few dozen miles from the South Pole.”

“But Appa’s tired already, aren’t you, boy?” Aang replied, looking up at his pet. The Sky Bison drew in a long, low breath. “I said, aren’t you, boy?” The monk ribbed the leg of his beast, neither of the siblings finding his ruse entirely convincing as the Sky Bison let out a loud, fake yawn. But both knew it was often pointless to argue with Aang.

“Yeah, that was real convincing,” Sokka replied with a nod. “Still, hard to argue with a ten-ton magical monster.”

Aang sprinted away with Sokka’s concession. He began to strip himself down to his small clothes. His smile was wide upon his face, pointing to the edge of the deep-water bay.

“Look!” He cried. In the distance, some eighty meters out, was the giant koi fish Aang had described. The beasts of gold and orange arced through the air, floundering in the sky before splashing back under the water.

“That’s why we’re here!” Aang explained with a smile. His hands went to his breeches, undoing the fastenings that held them in place. He dropped them, stepping out of his pants, along with his shoes, before next removing his orange and yellow tunics. The entire get-up was tossed backwards with a blast of Airbending, sending it all straight into Sokka’s face. Aang was left in a rather skimpy brown pair of briefs. Katara glanced down, noting just how tightly Aang’s soft member was wrapped inside, a perfect outline of his folded-up cock and massive balls just bulging inside.

Still, Katara felt less of the rush she had days prior. Something in her realised it had been the same cock for a week now since departing home, and she feared she had sampled its full palette.

“I’m gonna ride it!” Aang declared, smiling at the Water Tribe bimbo, noting her gaze upon his crotch. “Katara, you gotta watch me!”

With that, the monk turned, sprinting towards the waters of the bay. With a confident leap, he splashed into the water. His entire body emerged with a blast of Airbending a second later.

“Cold!” He screamed, shivering in the air.

The Water Tribe siblings shared a glance. Sokka put a finger near his head, rotating it around to indicate how Aang’s current state of mind was.

All the same, the Air Nomad swam on, propelling himself with Airbending to move out nearly the entirety of the Bay in mere moments. He dove underwater as he spotted one of the creatures about to breach. The water whipped and rushed around his body, battering it as his hands searched for the fin. It was slippery and slimy, nearly sending the monk spiralling off to the waters below.

The creature broke the surface as Aang righted himself, his feet finally finding purchase on the beast’s massive back. It leapt about a dozen or so meters into the air before splashing back down into the water with a mighty crash.

Katara smiled widely at Aang’s antics. While the sexual tension she had been feeling seemed to be dying down, Katara still couldn’t deny that the monk made her smile in ways no one had in a long time. His constant cheeriness was a warm spot to her every day.

The Elephant Koi breached the surface again, riding along the top of the water, seeming to know something was clinging to its fin. Aang turned his head, lifting one arm to smile and wave to his companions on the shore. Sokka had a small smirk on his lips, arms crossed. Katara, meanwhile, was leaping and cheering for Aang, her huge tits bouncing in her parka, threatening to spill out. Her ass clapped together with every leap.

“Woo!” She cried with an equally big grin as him, watching as Aang conquered the sea creature. Two more Elephant Koi breached nearby, the three beasts now swimming in a formation. Aang hollered and cheered as the three creatures descended back into the water.

“He looks pretty good out there,” Katara commented to her brother.

“Are you kidding? The fish is doing all the work,” Sokka replied with a scoff. “You just wanna see those shorts come flying off.”

Katara scoffed. “Yes, and Sokka?”

A loud crunching noise brought Katara’s attention to the shore behind her. She spotted Appa, their trusted Sky Bison, had found a large, dead and rotting tree log and was currently biting down upon it, seeming to want a snack.

Shit, now he’s actually gonna be too tired to fly us! Katara thought in a panic.

“No Appa!” She cried, turning from her brother and running into the woods behind them. “Don’t eat that!”

Out in the bay, Aang emerged from under the water again. Wiping the water from his eyes, his gaze went to the shoreline. He was just in time to watch Katara disappear behind some small dunes of grass and sand, leaving Sokka and Momo as his only spectators. His smile died as he watched the busty and thicc girl disappear.

“Aw man,” He groaned aloud.

Man, what did I do? Maybe she really didn’t like me in the Avatar State fucking her in the ass, and she’s just not saying it. But I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t in control in the slightest Aang thought, a face flushed red with embarrassment.

Sokka watched as Aang’s Koi and another turned, beginning to swim for the shoreline. A curious eyebrow raised on his head. Suddenly, the third fish, which had not split off, began to leap from the water. Something stopped it, leaving the bottom half of its tail under the sea.

“There’s something in the water!” Sokka cried in horror. The Elephant Koi was pulled back down beneath the drink, a brine of foam and blood spraying up into the air.

Aang, however, had taken no notice, still thinking about how he could make things up to Katara.

Why is she being so unresponsive, though? He wondered I mean, it didn’t mean to fuck her so roughly. If she doesn’t want to tell me how she is feeling, then does that mean she doesn’t want to have sex anymore? I mean, she’s so much more than just a partner like that, but….

Back on the shore, Katara had finished stopping Appa from consuming his treat.

Damn Bison She swore to herself.

“There’s something in the water!” She heard her brother cry.

Aang! Her mind went into a panic. She sprinted back over to Sokka, finding him and Momo still at the shoreline.

“What’s wrong?” Katara asked as she approached.

“Aang’s in trouble,” Sokka replied. “AANG!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Get out of there!” Katara called as well. Momo was leaping up and down, screeching as loud as her small lungs would allow.

They waved their arms at him, gesturing desperately for him to come ashore.

“Get back here, Aang!” Sokka called.

Aang spotted their gestures, smiled, and waved at them. Mistaking them for encouragement of his actions. That stopped a moment later as the Elephant Koi beneath his feet suddenly stopped moving entirely. The slippery film coating the entire beast did little to keep the Nomad’s grip when he was suddenly moving independent of the creature’s momentum, tossing the monk far from the creature and into the bay’s frigid water. He let out a blast of air at the last second, softening his landing.

He resurfaced quickly, spitting the water out of his mouth, retching at the cold, salty taste. The light of the sun behind him became a dark shadow. He turned around to find a massive black and peach coloured set of fins rising from an oily black eel body. It dwarfed Aang in size, with a horrifyingly sharp bend to the creature.

SHIT Aang cried in his mind before letting out a scream into the air. He blasted the surface of the water with air, lifting his entire body from the bay. He took off running, sending small spurts of air from his feet, allowing him to skip and run across the water with terrifying speed. Still, the beast chased him. Katara and Sokka were terrified as the Avatar, running as fast as the stiff wind of a hurricane, was almost caught by the mysterious thing.

Sokka screamed as Aang reached the shore, slamming headlong into the Water Tribe warrior. Knocking both of them off their feet and sending Sokka slamming into a small tree behind them.

Katara sprinted to her brother and Aang. Sokka was on his ass, groaning in pain from the beating his spinal cord had just taken. Aang had plucked his clothing from Sokka’s hands, replacing his breeches over his body, already dry thanks to Airbending.

“What was that thing?” Katara asked.

“I don’t know,” Aang replied as he placed his tunic on.

“Well,” Sokka grunted, getting to his feet. “Let’s not stick around to find out. Time to hit the road.”

A rustling from the trees overhead drew their attention upwards. Green flashes descended upon them all, so quick they could barely make out the strange faces of pure white, with red and black. Sokka went from his club, but found both his arms restrained before he could even touch the handle. He gasped as he was pulled from his feet and a black blind fold tied around his eyes. Katara’s parka hood was pulled up and over her head, covering the girl's face and leaving her snatched midriff on display. Aang turned to see a blur approach, grabbing his unfastened over-shirt and pulling him straight to the ground. He grunted in pain before having his eyes covered with a similar blindfold. Katara’s eyes were similarly treated, whilst Momo was captured in a bag. The four prisoners lay out on the beach.

“Or we could stay a while,” Sokka said weakly as he felt someone begin to tie his arms behind his back.

Their captors did not speak to them as they marched their four prisoners to a location deeper in the island. Aang, Katara, and Sokka all felt themselves pinned on their backs up against a large wooden pole of some kind before being secured to it and each other. It was nearly twenty minutes after that when they heard someone call to them.

“You three have some explaining to do,” The voice was older and male, but not aggressive like a soldier’s would be, Sokka deduced.

“And if you don’t answer all our questions!” A younger voice declared, it was feminine, a contemporary in age, and quite authoritative. “We’re throwing you back in the water with the Unagi.”

“Show yourselves, cowards!” Sokka cried in anger.

A hand grabbed at his blindfold, pulling it off. Similar releases had been done to Katara and Aang as well. All three were now staring at quite a sight.

An old man, dressed in blues like a Water Tribe man. A great grey beard upon his face and long grey hair upon his head, held up in a bun by some blue cloth bindings. His collar and shoulders were covered in the white fur of some animal. He had a dark blue sash tied around his waist, dividing his cloak in to.

Next to him stood five women. Each of them was very well endowed. Busts so large even Katara found herself wondering if her own chest was bigger. Their chests were so big, in fact, that none of them were able to contain them behind the black slatted armour covering their stomachs and shoulders, seeming to rely more on their own natural padding to stop an attack.  Under the armour, but above the breasts, was a rather large and puffy long-sleeved tunic of dark green. On four of the girls, a line of an even deeper green ran down the side of the arms to gold medallions sewn into the clothing about halfway down the bicep. Their forearms were covered by gauntlets of a similar design to their stomach armour, complemented by another gold medallion. The fifth girl had these arm guards as well. The green cloak emerged with a final tuft of material on the other side of it, near the black leather and cloth gloves covering their hands. Around their impressively thin waists was a green sash similar in colour to their tunics. Tucked into all five were two golden sticks.

Their faces drew the eyes, surprisingly. Painted completely white with black and red accents around their eyes, curling up to the edges of their faces. The four girls from before all wore green bandanas with golden tassels hanging down, framing their faces. A small golden medallion, this one square, on the centre of their forehead atop the bandana. The fifth girl, the one who had unblinded Sokka, had a much larger headpiece, with four protrusions from a larger golden medallion against a crown-like piece of gold cloth.

Their faces, however, only drew the eyes for a moment. Aang, Katara, and Sokka all soon found themselves unable to meet the eyes of any of their captors. The lead girl had short brown hair, ending just before her shoulders. The other four had long brown hair all tucked behind their heads. Black hair pulled up into two pom-pom-like pigtails. Another had raven hair dangling down the sides of her head, like a second set of tassels to match her headband. The rest was tucked up high into a bun. The last had lots of hair, tucked tightly up behind her head, as dark as the second girl’s.

A small, black cloth dropped out from under the green tunic, which stopped at the end of their torsos. This piece of fabric was thin and tight, cutting in deep to cover the girl’s vaginas, and seemingly connected up on the other-side, but that was it. The material was thin and pulled tightly, giving each girl an impressive acrtic-camel toe. Their hips (impressively curvy), thighs (impressively thicc), asses (large and soft, jiggling with every slight move the girls made), shins, and feet were completely bare. The outfit was a rather overly clear definition of “top-heavy”. But in terms of actual weight, it was their asses that drew the eye. Even with the slightest angle that Aang was observing them, he could see just how round and thick they were. Massive full moons bounced as the girls retreated from him, causing his boner to stir in his breeches.

They’re bigger than Katara! He thought for a moment Or at least as big!

SCORE! Sokka thought to himself, his balls aching. He felt as if his cock would rip right through the breeches Katara had spent long repairing, and drag him across the field to one of them. Then a second thought hit him.

“Who are you?” Sokka asked. “Where are the men who ambushed us?”

“There were no men! We ambushed you!” The more distinctly dressed woman said, pointing at Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior was too annoyed by this revelation to enjoy how her chest swayed and bounced as she spoke. “Now tell us, who are you and what are you doing here?”

Sokka scoffed at the inquiry. “Wait a second, there’s no way a bunch of girls took us down.” He said, glancing at Aang.

The leader woman leapt forward, grabbing the hem of Sokka’s parka. “A bunch of girls, huh?” She hissed. “The Unagi is gonna eat well tonight.”

“No! Don’t hurt him!” Katara called from beside Sokka. “He didn’t mean it. My brother is just an idiot sometimes.” She glared over at him, silently screaming at him to play along.

The woman let go, flaring her nostrils with a huff.

“It’s my fault,” Aang piped up. “I’m sorry we came here. I wanted to ride the Elephant Koi.”

“How do we know you’re not Fire Nation spies?” The old man asked roughly, pointing at all three. “Kyoshi has stayed out of the war so far, and we intend to keep it that way.”

“This island is named for Kyoshi?” Aang asked with excitement. “I know Kyoshi!”

The old man laughed. “How could you possibly know her? Avatar Kyoshi was born here four hundred years ago. She’s been dead for centuries!”

He looked up, bringing the trio’s gaze with him. Atop the giant wooden pole they were bound to was a large statue of a woman, dressed similarly to the five warriors in front of them, holding two fans. Katara and Sokka glanced at each other, recalling the Southern Air Temple.

That’s the woman whose statue was next to Roku, I’d never forget it, she was massive! Katara thought, staring up at her.

Aang reflected on the statue for a moment, feeling the same creeping familiarity he had in the Southern Air Temple. He glanced down, reflecting on his answer for a moment.

“I know her because I’m the Avatar,” Aang replied with an authority in his voice he rarely had.

“That’s impossible!” The lead warrior woman replied, clenching her fist, quite angry with Aang’s declaration. “The last Avatar was an Airbender who disappeared one hundred years ago!”

“Yep,” Aang replied with a smile, the reminder stinging him a bit. “That’s me.”

“Girls, throw the impostors to the Unagi,” The old man commanded, walking off back towards the village. The girls removed the golden sticks from their sashes, unfurling them into golden fans. They approached in a crescent moon formation, eyes focused on the prisoner’s bindings.

“Aang, do some Airbending,” Katara whispered.

Aang thought quickly. He summoned a mighty gale, blasting each of the five girls with a rushing warm breeze as he leapt upwards. With a flick of his wrists, smaller currents hit the ropes around his joints, fraying them and allowing him to pull himself free. He rushed up the length of the tower. With a twisting, he arched up and over Kyoshi’s wooden form before beginning to gently float back down towards the crowd of villagers now gathering. Gasps and cries of shock and amazement rang out from the group as Aang descended back down with a soft toe touch to the snow-covered dirt path.

“It’s true,” The elder gasped. “You are the Avatar!”

“Now!” Aang cried, digging into his tunic. “Check this out!” The marbles in his hands began to spin as Aang’s dorky smile lit up across his face. The crowd cheered as if they had just witnessed a miracle.

One of the warriors nudged the leader woman. “Hey Suki, congrats. Who would have thought this was how your day would turn out?”

The Leader woman grunted, smacking her soldier’s hand away. “Eat my ass, Re Hung! I don’t care if this guy is the Avatar, I’m not letting anyone beat me, that’s that.”

News spread like wildfire through the village. All were coming to witness the strange bald man and his two Water Tribe companions who had come to town. Soon enough, news was spreading to the docks as well, where a fishing vessel was waiting to depart. It soon spread to the mainland Earth Kingdom. Before the day was out, half the southern continent knew of Aang’s location. Including the Fire Nation.

“The Avatar is on Kyoshi Island?” Zuko exclaimed at the news, leaping up from the seated position he had been in.

His chef nodded. “Indeed, the merchant I bought this from said he heard it straight from one of the fishermen he buys from whose from Kyoshi. The entire island is celebratin’ the visit, I hear.”

“Uncle, ready the rhinos,” The prince demanded.

Iroh grimaced in his seat, however. “The Kyoshi Warriors are an elite squadron of female warriors who have trained since adulthood to increase their stamina.”

“They’re bimbos playing soldier on an island that hasn’t seen conflict the entire war,” Zuko replied. “He’s not getting away from me this time.”

Zuko strode towards the door, but was recalled by his Uncle’s inquiry. “Are you going to finish that?” He pointed to the fish, freshly served.

Zuko turned back, snatching the plate from the table. “I was going to save it for later!” He left in a huff, leaving Iroh’s stomach rumbling.

This news took the better part of the day to reach Zuko, not arriving until sundown. During that time when word needed to spread, Aang, Katara, and Sokka were given a room in the central homestead of the village. It was an impressive thing, much larger than the other abodes. 

Sokka was grunting and grimacing the whole time, however, trying his best to seem unimpressed.

Aang was loving the attention he was being given, speaking at great length with Oyaji, the village elder who had nearly sentenced him to death. Katara, meanwhile, couldn’t help but notice the number of women outside their residence. Most of them were their age, seeming to want a chance to meet the Avatar.

Ugh Katara thought It’s like Kankono and the others back home she shook her head in annoyance.

“Aang, I’m gonna go find Appa. I haven’t seen him since we got into town. You coming with?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry, Katara, I can’t, I have important Avatar duties to attend to,” Aang replied.

“Really?” The Water Tribe girl asked, “Like what?”

“Well, for starters, I have to breed their Warriors,” Aang replied with a goofy smile.

Katara’s mouth fell open in shock. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Oyaji put his hand up. “Our Warriors are trained in all forms of combat fought on the mainland. The Fire Nation often employ aggressive forms of bending fused with a sexual element to attempt to subdue their enemies through both pleasure and pain. The Earth Kingdom has adopted similar methods.”

“Yeah, Oyaji was telling me that the Water Tribe is pretty much the only tribe where sex isn’t a part of battle, wonder why that is,” Aang mused aloud.

The old man waved his hand. “As such, each of our Warriors carries the title of Whore with honour, having been trained in the art of seduction, arousal, and other methods of battle. It would be our honour for Aang to face the leader of our Warriors, Suki, in such a combat. She has bested every man willing to face her on this island. She can bring them to climax with such precision that she has never had an opponent or enemy finish inside her.”

Katara nodded slowly, “Uh-huh, well.” She was at a loss for words. “I’m gonna go find Appa, I guess I’ll take Sokka with me.”

“Great idea,” Aang complimented her, turning back to speak with Oyaji.

Katara glared at him. Great, first he was all upset with me on Appa, and now he’s not even giving me the time of day. The hell did I do?

“C’mon, Sokka, let’s go find our ride!” She declared loudly. Sokka only grunted as he followed.

Aang was taken away from the village by Oyaji towards the building that the Kyoshi Whores used for their sparring. It was a large brown thing with a thatched roof and only a small doorway for an entrance. Two small windows on the front were the only things letting any natural light in. A dark green flap for the entrance was rolled up, allowing Aang and Oyaji to enter the dojo. Inside, dozens of candles were lit, with the floor being covered in green mats. The wall to Aang’s left was decorated with weapons and armour, the various items that the Kyoshi Whores trained with seemed to be. The wall opposite the doorway was decorated with a shrine to Kyoshi.

That’s kind of like a shrine to me Aang mused.

Inside was Suki, Re Hung, and four other Kyoshi Whores, one of them had been absent during the ambush, it seemed to Aang, possibly having stayed behind to guard the village. This new one looked the same as the others, busy top half, almost nude bottom half, with dark brown hair and large tassel-like bangs framing her face. The rest was tucked up neatly behind her head. All six of them were sitting inside in formation, with Suki at the head of it.

“Welcome, Avatar,” They all greeted him.

“We’ve been expecting you,” Suki spoke, rising to her feet. “Please accept our apology for ambushing you like we did; we were unaware of your identity.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Aang said with a smile, “We did kind of land unannounced.”

“Girls, leave Suki to face him alone,” Oyaji ordered. The five behind Suki bowed their heads. Silently, they stood, backing to either side of the dojo. “I will leave you in peace. Suki, don’t take it easy on him just because he is Kyoshi reborn.”

Suki scoffed, “Trust me, Oyaji, I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t care if you are the Avatar, I have a reputation to uphold.”

Aang smirked. “Yeah, I heard about that, pretty impressive.”

The two began to circle each other on the mats in the centre of the gym. Oyaji had left already, returning to the village. Suki had drawn both her fans, gripping them tightly.

Aang had yet to take a fighting stance, edging around the whole circle, keeping his front to her.

“So, how many elements have you mastered, monk?” Suki asked.

“Oh, just Airbending, my friends and I are heading to the Northern Water Tribe to so Katara and me can lear-“

He was cut off as Suki rushed forward, using his dropped guard to get in close. Her fans sliced and him, sending small gusts of wind his way. Aang yelped and leapt back as best he could, barely avoiding as Suki folded up a fan and jabbed at his torso. But he was not quick enough. Her hand darted down to his breeches, seeming to undo the knot keeping them in place in a single flick of her wrist. Aang stumbled backwards as his breeches fell around his waist, tripping the monk and sending him onto his back.

Suki leapt into the air, falling towards Aang. The monk thought quickly, drawing in a massive breath of air and sending it back out just as quickly. Suki’s descent turned to ascension as the Air Nomad sent the Whore of Kyoshi flying up into the rafters of the building. Aang pulled himself to his feet, quickly pulling his breeches off, realising it would take too long to secure them again. He looked up, having lost sight of Suki in the dark rafters of the roof.

The glint of a golden blur in the air alerted Aang to her presence. The folded-up fan embedded itself into the mat below his feet. Aang yelped, leaping back at the near hit. Suki descended behind him, grabbing at his small clothes and yanking them down. Aang yelped again as Suki shoved him stomach first on to the training mat.

“Do you see that thing!” One of the Kyoshi whores exclaimed. Aang’s legs were splayed on the mat, with his hard cock and massive balls in between, pointed back towards Suki like a third leg.

“He’s huge!” Re Hung cried. “That’s gotta be the biggest cock on this island.”

Suki smirked. “Then this’ll be a real challenge for once. I hope you fuck better than you fight.”

With a kick of her bare leg, Aang was turned over on his back. His massive cock, fully hard, jutted up like the mast of a ship. Suki pocketed her remaining fan, tucking it into her sash. Her gloved hand went down to the black fabric covering her crotch. It was stained and damp, the Kyoshi Whore having grown aroused during combat. She pulled the black material aside, exposing her pussy to him. Her legs spread, thick thighs bracketing him on either side. With another scoff, she lowered herself. Aang’s cock head kissed Suki’s pristine lips, sliding inside without any interference. Aang and Suki grunted together at the penetration.

“Fuck, it’s so thick,” Suki gasped, blushing underneath her white makeup.

“Come on, Suki!” Cheered her whores. “Let’s see if it’s true that Air Nomads could breed the whole world if they wanted to!”

Suki grunted as she took more of Aang’s shaft inside her, causing a small bulge to begin to form in her lower stomach. “Sorry, girls, but like I said, I have a reputation to uphold. My pussy has never tasted cum, and it won’t this day!”

Aang’s hands suddenly leapt up, digging into Suki’s fleshy, thick thighs. The Kyoshi Whore yelped as she was dragged down Aang’s cock. He hilted her on his base, creating a bulge in her skin, poking out in between her tits and buckling her armour.

“Fuck! He hilted her!”

“He turned Suki into his own personal cocksleeve!”

“That’s the furthest anyone has ever been inside her!”

Suki gasped, shocked by the sudden intrusion. There was a pause in the dojo. Her eyes focused on Aang below her. He was smirking at his handiwork.

This ones tricky, I thought I had him down for the count after bashing his head into the floor. He probably cushioned his blow with Airbending. Never fucked a bender before She thought. She began to rock her hips back and forth, her whole body rocking around Aang’s cock. She let out a moan. A gloved hand came up, groping her own breast.

There was silence as all of the girls watched the lewd display.

“There’s … there’s no way. Suki surrendered, just like that?”

“Yeah, she’s really getting into it. I’ve never seen her so turned on.”

“C’mon, Suki, snap out of it, make this guy spray his nut in the air!” 

Suki ignored her whores, continuing to buck her hips for Aang. Her backside began to move as well as she twerked and clapped her massive ass for Aang. Suki was the only one in the room making any noise at all, between her moans, mewling yelps, and fat ass cheeks clapping rhythmically. Aang watched her face closely, trying to discern what was going on.

He grunted and groaned occasionally, his cock twitching and bucking inside her. But for the most part, he kept down and let her do all the work. Drool began to leak from Suki’s mouth, dripping down onto Aang’s face in splotches. His hands continued to hold her thighs, trying to keep her in place. Suki’s hands came down suddenly from her chest, groping and grabbing at Aang’s body. His toned muscles took the hit as she suddenly put a lot of weight on him, grinding her crotch into his.

“More,” she moaned out. “More.”

“Man, she’s really taking that title of Whore seriously,” Aang grunted as his dick was overwhelmed with the pleasure of chest fucking Suki. His cock bucked and lurched inside her.

“We Whores,” Suki grunted out, “Pride ourselves ~umph~ on how well, we can fuck. My pussy is ~huff~ weeping at how nice this feels.”

“Yeah,” Aang replied with a grunt, “My cock is screaming for release.”

“Then do it,” Suki moaned. “Listen to your cock!”

Aang grunted, thrusting hard into Suki’s sopping wet pussy. His eyes closed, his entire body convulsing as his orgasm escaped his cock, running up his member.

A grin crossed Suki’s mouth, a glare in her eyes. Her hands pressed down harder on Aang’s chest. The Airbender gave a huff and groan as the thicc Kyoshi Whore pushed herself upwards, withdrawing his cock from her snatch. Her lips parted from his cock head, a trail of slick twat water dribbling down upon him. A second later, the slit erupted with a powerful blast of cum, arching through the air. The Kyoshi Whore rolled forward. Her hands planted like roots on Aang’s torso. Her massive ass hung in the air, the leader now doing a full handstand on his stomach. The cum blast splattered down unceremoniously onto the floor with a heavy thud. Suki swung herself downwards. Aang’s entire head disappeared, swallowed by Suki’s thick thighs as her pussy slammed down on Aang’s face. With a grunt, Suki unleashed her own finish directly into the Monk’s mouth, the Nomad greedily swallowing all of Suki’s squirt.

“HELL YES!”

“GREAT JOB SUKI!”

The Kyoshi Whores cheered as she conquered her enemy.

“To be finished inside of is the greatest dishonour I could ever experience as a warrior, and the greatest honour I could receive as a whore,” Suki grunted. “My pussy has never tasted cum, and it never will. I will be a Warrior first, from this day until my last.”

Aang did not hear the declaration, too busy enjoying the taste of Suki’s cunt.

“You wasted my cum,” Aang said, muffled by Suki’s thick thighs.

“Excuse me?” Suki asked, moving her mound back to let Aang speak. 

“You wasted my cum. The monks taught that sexual fluids like cum and squirt were meant to go from one person to another. If it’s not consumed, it’s wasted,” Aang lamented.

Suki scoffed. “Well, my apologies, Avatar. Had I known that, I would have at least let you paint my tits.”

“It’s alright,” Aang replied, largely unbothered, returning his tongue to Suki’s cunt.

Sokka and Katara returned later that evening with Appa from the shores. Neither of them were in chipper moods, Aang noticed. It was strange, even as the villagers showered the trio with gifts. Aang met a girl from the village, her name was Koko, she was eighteen, but not a Kyoshi Whore. After a celebratory feast, the three were invited to sleep in Oyaji’s house. Katara was gifted a tunic by some of the women in the village. Katara was happy, as the village was too warm for her parka, though she was annoyed as it fit her rather too well. It was the same deep blues that were common in the village, easily matching her Water Tribe style. It went down past her curvy waist, a sash of it hanging down just far enough that it would cover her vagina if she were not wearing pants. Her tits were completely smothered, something that, after spending so long with Aang, no longer sat right with her. It even had sleeves and arm cuffs, covering her modesty entirely.

The next morning, Katar and Aang found themselves presented with a buffet of sweets.

“Alright, dessert for breakfast!” Aang cheered, sitting down and greedily picking at the pastries. He stuffed his mouth, continuing his thought. “These people sure know how to treat an Avatar.”

His mouth was dancing with the tasty treats. “Mm, Katara, you gotta try these!”

He handed her an orange colored bread product, dusted with sugar. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it was delicious. Katara looked at it hesitantly as she examined the buffet. She offered a soft smile, accepting the treat.

“Well, maybe just a bite, gotta keep my figure, right?” She chuckled. Much like Aang, she couldn’t deny it was delicious. Aang had already moved on to a large piece of warm bread. Momo was grabbing everything she could get her hands on, shovelling each bit into her mouth.

Sokka was sulking in the corner. His night had been ruined. While at first the idea of masturbating in a house for some relief had been enticing, he had quickly dashed those plans at the feast the night before. He had overheard the Kyoshi Whores discussing Aang fucking their leader and how much of a fight she put up. He was sure they had been mocking him. Aang spotted his friend, suffering from a bad case of bad mood and blue balls.

“Sokka,” He called over. “What’s your problem? Eat!” He cheered.

“Not hungry,” Sooka grumbled, his arms crossed.

“But you’re always hungry,” Aang replied, crumbs flying from his mouth.

“He’s just upset because a bunch of girls kicked his ass yesterday,” Katara chuckled.

“They snuck up on me!” Sokka replied, scrambling to his feet.

Katara looked to her brother, smirking. “Right. And then they kicked your ass.”

“Sneak attacks don’t count,” Sokka grunted.

Without another word from either person, he turned and stomped out of the room. Grumbling to himself. “Tie me up with ropes. Half-naked bimbos. I’ll show them a thing or two.”

He turned back, coming over to the table where Katara and Aang were seated with Mom. He reached down, swiping one of every pastry and breakfast treat.

“I’m not scared of any girls!” He declared, refusing the accusation that no one had spoken. He pointed at himself in a bragging manner. “Who do they think they are, anyway?” He popped a pastry of the same type Katara and Aang had spoken highly of and marched off. “This is tasty.” He noted, still grumbling.

“What’s he so angry about?” Aang wondered aloud, looking at Katara. “It’s great here. They’re giving us the royal treatment.”

Katara frowned. “Hey, don’t get too comfortable. It’s risky for us to stay in one place for very long.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Aang replied, placing his half-eaten treat back onto the plate. “Besides, do you see how happy I’m making this town? Aside from the breeding ceremony, just look! They’re even cleaning up that statue in my honour!”

Aang gestured out the open window to the pillar where the three had been tied up the day before. At the top of it was a wooden sculpture of Avatar Kyoshi. She was tall and beautiful, wearing the same strange uniform as the warriors/whores bearing her name. A painter was on a ladder nearby, fixing it up.

Katara sighed. “Well, it’s nice to see you excited about being the Avatar. I just hope it doesn’t all go to your dick.” 

“Awh, c’mon, you know me better than that,” Aang chuckled, “I’m just a simple monk.”

He stood up from the table, turning towards the open window. He leaned, basking in the early morning sunlight. A screeching call brought his attention downwards; he spotted a group of girls watching for him. Several were flashing him. Some busts were meagre, others rivalled Katara for size.

“There he is!” They called.

“Did you hear about what he did to Suki? She was limping all night!”

Aang smiled widely, waving at the crowd. Katara just shook her head.

Ugh, why does every guy have to think with their stupid, hung cock? Katara wondered, I thought he’d be different

Aang spent the better part of the day being chased around by Koko and her friends. Katara spotted him several times, performing acts of physical strength to impress the girls. They were all cooing and cawing over him. Katara just rolled her eyes. She was back in her parka with no undershirt; it was a bit cold this particular morning.

This is just like Sokka back home Katara thought, remembering how all her friends back home would fall all over Sokka simply because he was the only cock in a hundred miles. It seemed Aang was now getting the same treatment.

“Boy, I haven’t seen Koko and her friends this excited for anything ever,” The shopkeep noted.

He was a bit older than Katara, sporting a bit of stubble on an otherwise clean-shaven face. He had a deep blue apron over his blue clothes. Long brown hair, brushed back to keep his face clear.

“You travel with the Avatar, I heard,” He noted as he loaded her basket.

“Yeah,” Katara replied.

“Are you two dating?” He asked.

“What?!” Katara snapped, looking at him in a panic. “What gave you that idea?!”

“I saw you glaring at Suki at the feast last night. I don’t think I’d appreciate my partner participating in a ceremonial breeding session of some he’d just met, if I were you.”

Katara shook her head. “No, Aang is just a friend. Your partner, what’s he like?”

“Oh, that was a hypothetical,” The shopkeep chuckled. “I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”

Katara nodded. Her eyes glanced down; she couldn’t help it. Even underneath the apron of the shop uniform, she could see an impressive rise between his legs.

Fuck, I haven’t had a good cock in a few days. And if Aang’s gonna insist on being occupied

“You got a name, shopkeep?” She asked, leaning forward. 

He smiled at her. “Gaamun, and you?”

“Katara,” Katara replied, “So, Gaamun, got like an hour to spare?”

Gaamun raised an eyebrow, “Probably. Why?”

“Because I need my pussy stuffed with a cock.”

Sokka grumbled all the way to the location of the Kyoshi Whore training temple.

“Can’t believe I got beat by a bunch of girls,” He rumbled as he approached the doorway. He leaned in, scoping it out.

Suki, Re Hung, and the other warriors were in there, all practising their combat with fans. Sokka was almost distracted as he watched the impressive chest on Suki bounce and sway as she moved. He shook his head, focusing himself.

“Sorry, ladies,” He called loudly as he walked in, putting his hands up, bringing all attention to him. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your dance lesson.”

All of the whores sheathed their weapons, quite unimpressed by the man.

“I was just looking for somewhere to get a workout in,” Sokka added, stretching exaggeratedly. Suki and the other whores were quite unimpressed by the interruption.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” She stated, looking the man up and down. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off Sokka at the feast the night prior. She had even caught him staring at her butt in her uniform (not that her uniform covered her butt). “Sorry about yesterday, I didn’t know you were friends with the Avatar.”

“It’s alright,” Sokka tried to laugh it off. He continued to stretch, doing his best to impress the Whores. “I mean, normally I’d hold a grudge, but seeing as you guys are a bunch of girls, I’ll make an exception.”

Suki snickered. “I should hope so,” She said, her tone more submissive and feminine than before. “A big, strong man like you, we wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“True,” Sokka replied, falling for Suki’s tone. “But don’t feel bad. After all, I’m the best warrior in my village.” He finished his stretches, crossing her arms as he was showered with the praise he was used to receiving from Rahni and the others.

“Wow,” Suki gasped in feigned shock. “Best warrior, huh? In your whole village? Maybe you’d be kind enough to give us a little demonstration.”

She leaned closer to him, smiling playfully. She glanced back at her whores, all of them smirking to themselves. This request, however, rattled Sokka, suddenly realising his bravado was not being praised as it normally was.

“Oh well,” He spluttered. “I mean … I-”

Suki turned to her troops, gesturing her arms wide. “C’mon, girls, wouldn’t you like him to show us some moves?”

All the whores burst out laughing, nodding enthusiastically. Suki turned back to Sokka with a grin.

This guy is too easy She thought to herself, glancing down at his breeches They say the Water Tribe doesn’t fuck when they fight because they don’t let women fight. I’ll go easy on him. This time

“Well, if that’s what you want!” Sokka said, not realising he had already lost the fight. He shrugged with a smirk. “I’d be happy to.”

He walked over to Suki, placing both his hands on her shoulders. “Alright, you stand over there.” He ordered without moving her a step.

He moved backwards, pointing at Suki. “Now, this might be a little tough, but try to block.”

He took a fighting stance Suki could only describe as comedic. An arm extended at her, circling slowly, all his weight on his back leg that was bent, and his other fist pulled awkwardly close to his waist. He leapt forward, bringing his fist up from his side. Suki barely had to raise an arm, jabbing him in the shoulder with her closed fan blade. He grunted and recoiled, grabbing at where she had hit him.

“Good,” He tried to shake off the hit to his body and pride. “Of course, I was going easy on you.”

Suki put her gloved hands on her thick, nude hips. “Of course.” She repeated with a seductive grin.

“Let’s see if you,” Sokka whispered to himself, “Can handle this!”

Suki went low, sweeping Sokka off his legs and launching him into the air. She unfurled her fan, blowing some wind in her face as Sokka slammed down on the green mat back-first.

“That does it!” He shouted. He leapt to his feet, charging Suki with a fist. Suki shuttered her fan, grabbing Sokka’s wrist and bicep with both hands. She matched his speed, spinning and dragging the Water Tribe man with her as they spun. Sokka screamed the entire way around. She spun him around several times before reverse him momentum and spinning him again. Finally, her foot went out to trip Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior began to tilt forward. Her hand went to his waistline, grabbing the string that tied his tunic around his waist. She grabbed his leg in the air, hogtying it to his arm.

Her hand then went down to her black sash of material covering her cunt (unnoticed by anyone, but it was damp). She moved it, exposing her slick pussy. Sokka hit the ground with a thud. He rolled over just in time for Suki’s wet pussy to slam down on his mouth. His tongue went up into her, exploring her inside.

“Anything else you want to teach us?” Suki asked, grinding her cunt into Sokka’s mouth.

Sokka’s free arm managed to push Suki’s thick thighs away from his mouth.

“Hey, what’s the big idea? Why are you guys dressed like sluts? Why did Aang have to breed you? What is this place?!” Sokka shouted.

“Well, here on the mainland, we fight, and we fuck, and we do both at the same time,” Suki replied. “If you’re focused on just fighting, you’ll never beat us. To really face a Firebender, you don’t just need to fight better than them. You need to fuck better than them, too. Now shut up and eat me out.”

Suki forced her twat over Sokka’s mouth, grinding herself into him.

Man, mouthing off isn’t the only thing that mouth is good for She thought to herself. Sokka felt a blush flush over his face. He could also feel his cock getting stiff in his breeches.

Aang, Koko, and Koko’s friends were in the middle of the village, gazing up at the recently fully repainted statue of Kyoshi.

“There she is, girls,” He declared. “Me in a past life.”

“You were fucking stacked,” Koko chuckled.

Aang glanced past his companions, spotting Katara emerging from a shop nearby in the village.

“Excuse me for a second, ladies,” He said, slipping off towards Katara.

She was carrying a basket filled with eggplants. Her hair was a mess, nothing like it had been this morning when they had parted, and she looked quite sweaty.

“Oh, good,” She said as he approached. “Can you help me carry this back to the room? It’s a little heavy, and my legs are numb.”

“Actually, I can’t right now,” Aang replied, putting his hands up.

Numb? He wondered. He glanced into the shop, spotting an equally dishevelled shopkeeper.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Katara asked in an annoyed manner.

“I promised the girls I’d give them a ride on Appa,” Aang explained. “Why don’t you come with us?”

“Watching you show off for a bunch of girls does not sound like fun,” Katara replied, placing a few cucumbers into the container. She took another eggplant.

“Well, neither does carrying your basket,” Aang replied.

“It’s not my basket,” Katara countered. “It’s supplies for our trip. I told you, we have to leave Kyoshi soon.”

“I don’t want to leave Kyoshi yet,” Aang groaned. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something I like about this place.”

He brought his hand to his chin, striking a thinker’s pose. Katara glanced past Aang towards the gathered crowd of bimbos awaiting him.

I wonder how many of them he’s fucked already She thought to herself sadly.

“What’s taking so long, Aangie?!” Koko called from the crowd.

“Aangie,” Katara repeated the pet name, unimpressed.

“Just a second, Koko,” Aang called back.

“Simple monk, huh?” Katara asked, a bit more annoyed. “I promised me this Avatar stuff wouldn’t go to your dick.”

“It didn’t,” Aang snapped back, his face growing with anger. “You know what I think? You just don’t want to come because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Katara hissed. “Of what?”

“Jealous that we’re having so much fun without you,” Aang replied.

“That’s ridiculous,” Katara scoffed.

“It is a little ridiculous,” Aang answered. “But I understand, you’ve had me all to yourself since we left the South Pole.”

“Oh, don’t start acting like I’m just some hole to you,” Katara replied, “And if you really wanna know, I just fucked Gaamun over there, so don’t be acting like you’re gonna be my one stop shop this trip!”

With a huff, Katara took her basket and departed. Aang, however, was shattered, even as the girls surrounded him.

Katara returned her goods to her room, grunting and grumbling to herself. She heard a voice calling up. She went to the window, spotting Gaamun outside.

“Can I come up?” He called.

“You can cum wherever, get up here,” She called back.

Sokka was outside the Kyoshi Whore dojo again. His balls were aching for release. He had become painfully erect after being forced to eat Suki out until she orgasmed twice. Now his cock was half hard and begging for a release. But that mattered little to Sokka. His pride was stinging harder than his balls were aching. He looked to the tent where the Whores were practising. 

With a heavy sigh, he went over to the doorway again.

Sex and fighting, huh? Sokka thought to himself. He entered inside, finding Suki with her Whores, totalling eight others now.

“Uhh, hey, Suki,” He greeted her sheepishly, trying to keep his eyes focused on her eyes and not her snatch.

Suki placed her gloved hands on her nude hips again, smirking confidently. “Hoping for another dance lesson?”

“No, I-“ Sokka gestured, trying to find the right words. His hand went behind his head. “Well, let me explain.”

“Spit it out,” Suki demanded. “What do you want?”

Sokka thought for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on Suki. He wore a slight frown, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Get over yourself some voice inside him screamed. Sokka sank to his knees, bowing to Suki and the other Whores.

“I would be honoured if you would teach me,” He spoke softly, his head bowed low.

“Even if I’m a girl?” Suki hissed out. Her arms were crossed under her bust, further accentuating her impressive rack.

“I’m sorry if I insulted you earlier,” Sokka said sheepishly, looking away in shame. “I was wrong.”

“We normally don’t teach outsiders,” Suki replied sternly. “Let alone boys.”

“Please make an exception,” Sokka requested, keeping his voice calm and soft. He bowed again. “I won’t let you down.”

“Alright, I propose a challenge, if you win, we’ll train you,” Suki replied, “But you’ll have to follow our traditions.”

“Of course!” Sokka said, nodding his head.

“Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Katara screeched loud enough that she was sure half the village could hear her getting her brains banged out. If it wasn’t her shrieks of pleasure, it would be the sound of flesh on flesh as her massive ass cheeks clapped loudly as her asshole was penetrated by Gaamun’s massive cock, impaling her to the base.

Her pulled tightly on her hair, making Katara’s back arch, making her hips look wider and her waist even more narrow. Her hands were barely touching the ground as her ass was raped from behind in the most primal doggy style she had ever had. She continued to twerk around his cock, subtly fucking herself against him.

“Drill that fucking ass!” She screamed. “Make it your cock’s personal home!”

“Damn, bitch, I always heard Water Tribe girls are supposed to be modest,” He grunted. His free hand slammed into her ass, colliding with the already deep red mark that was on her fleshy bubble butt.

“Not this bitch,” Katara replied. “I am certified Water Tribe Slut!”

“I can tell, I just finished draining my nuts into your pussy, and you’re already back on my cock!” He replied. “You’re a fucking nymph Spirit!”

“I’m a nymph Spirit cock addicted bitch!” Katara shouted. “Now unload in my fucking stomach, I’m hungry!”

With that, she slammed her ass back into Gaamun’s pelvis, fucking herself on his cock. The clap and plap of their flesh colliding filled the air with a cacophony of noise.

“Cum in my ass, I need your cum inside me,” Katara moaned. “I love cum!”

“Keep begging, and you’ll get it wherever you want it!”

“I need it in my ass, I’m a Water Tribe Butt Slut, I love cock and cum in my ass, it’s my weakness!” 

Gaamun grunted. Katara moaned as she felt a rushing hot liquid flood her innards. A fist slammed into the floorboards as Katara convulsed and shook her way through her own orgasm.

“FUCK!” She screamed. “I love cum so fucking much.”

Gaamun lurched back, pulling himself from her back door. Cum began to ooze out, trailing down her thighs.

“Shit, I could fuck that ass all day,” He commented.

“I want you to,” Katara replied, “I can’t get enough of anal.”

“Well, I’ll go take a quick piss and then round three?”

“Or rounds three to twenty?”

Gaamun chuckled and went off. Katara took a moment, basking in her afterglow.

Sokka felt nude. His face was done up with makeup, his entire torso and arms covered by a surprisingly breathable green coat. But he couldn’t deny the feeling of the wedgie in his ass was not bringing him any comfort. And his cock was an awkward bulging mess in the black cloth uniform, leaving little to the imagination. 

“Aww, so cute!” Suki cooed as he entered from the changing room. “But too bad you don’t need that make-up for my challenge, tough guy!”

“What?!” Sokka shouted in an annoyed rage.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still like the challenge,” Suki smirked. “You just have to make me cum before you. But … are you man enough get naked and do it while the other warriors watch?”

“Ooh!”

“You got him now, Suki!”

“Or are you afraid we’ll laugh at your teeny-weeny Water Tribe dick?”

She shook her head. “You really did a stuff job in such a tiny pocket? Tch…. Guys….”

Sokka smirked, feeling his cock awaken at her challenge.

“If it's an orgasm you want, it's an orgasm you’re gonna get,” Sokka replied. His hands went to his sides, undoing the ties of the armour. Suki did the same, as well as removing her headband.

“C’mon, tough guy, just admit defeat. Like I told the Avatar last night, I’m a Warrior first and a Whore second,” Suki called.

Sokka ignored her, removing the green overcoat. He wiped the face paint off onto it before tossing it aside. Last would come to underwear, and Sokka was beyond thankful to be getting out of this. He smirked as he locked eyes with Suki.

“You made one mistake, that I am gonna ask you to take back,” Sokka said, grabbing the hem of his panties. He pushed down, throwing the thin cloth to the ground. His massive flaccid cock was let loose, breathing the air in as it swung down to Sokka’s knee, his ball sack dropping at well. The Kyoshi Whores gasped at its size and girth. The Water Tribe warrior crossed his arms, smirking confidently. Suki blushed under her makeup, hoping Sokka wouldn’t see the wet spot forming in her still-worn panties. Her lips quivered, a sudden aching spreading from her crotch.

I knew it! She cheered in her mind. Suki had had her eyes glued to Sokka’s crotch since they had captured him. As much as she had joked with the girls about his small dick energy, she had been all but praying to Kyoshi that Sokka was hung.

“Take what back? Suki teased him further. “Can’t take having your little dick made fun of? Sure, it’s big, you men are all the same. Now, let’s see if you can use that stupid lug of meat for anything useful.”

Suki sank to the floor, spreading her legs for Sokka. Her gloved hands gripped her pussy, pulling the lips apart. It was slick with arousal.

“No tongue or fingers, though I doubt you know how to really use them,” Suki lied, remembering his previous work on her pussy. She knew if Sokka got to use his tongue, she’d lose, and quickly.

“I’ve never seen Suki so confident,” One of the Kyoshi Whores noted.

“She’s never usually this boastful,” Another commented.

Re Hung scoffed. “It’s ‘cus this isn’t a match. For once, girls, Suki’s actually gonna have sex because she wants to have sex.”

The Kyoshi Whores glanced at the second-in-command in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Re Hung scoffed, “Just watch.”

Sokka’s cock head was kissing Suki’s opening. She was tight, resisting him somewhat. Sokka almost worried that if he stuck his cock in it would snap in half. Suki was biting her lower lip, heart pounding in her nude chest in anticipation. With a hard grunt, Sokka pushed inside. Only a few inches, but enough to earn a mewling cry from Suki as her legs spasmed, squirt flying from her plump snatch. There was a pause in the dojo, all of the girls watching in silence.

“Did … Suki just cum?”

“I’ve never actually seen her cum on a cock before.”

Sokka smirked at her. “I think that means I win.”

“Sh-shut up!” Suki shouted. “I didn’t cum! Keep going, show me that you know how to use that stupid thing. There’s no way a Water Tribe neanderthal like you is worthy of being so fucking hung!” 

Sokka thrust into Suki, driving himself nearly to his base. Suki let out a mewling moan, practically wailing as his cock plunged into her guts. Her hands gripped her own fleshy thighs, pulling her legs apart, giving Sokka as much room to plunge into her guts as possible. Suki wasn’t holding back, moaning and groaning with every thrust Sokka was pushing into her.

“Take it back,” Sokka repeated.

“Wh-what?” Suki asked in confusion.

“Take back the insult about my dick size,” Sokka replied, thrusting hard and slow into her.

“Fuck off,” Suki scoffed. “You still can’t use this stupidly thick rod effectively. I knew Water Tribe men were barbarians without any idea of how to use their cocks!”

Sokka grunted, hilting himself to the base inside Suki. She moaned loudly again, her cunt contracting and convulsing around Sokka’s cock as she came again. Sokka felt the gushing liquid spraying from her cunt onto the floor. He smirked, locking eyes with her.

“You sure I haven’t made you cum?” Sokka teased with a leering smirk.

“Sh-Shut up!” Suki replied. “Your tiny tongue is far more impressive than that stupid meat pole of yours!”

Sokka responded with a hard thrust into her.

“Then take it back!” Sokka ordered again. 

“No! Prove that you can use that cock!” Suki shouted back, biting her lip as she was in pure bliss over how hard Sokka was fucking her. She, in truth, couldn’t let it end so quickly. Sokka hilted himself into even harder, earning a stifled moan from Suki. Sokka smirked.

“Take it back,” He ordered again.

“Never!” Suki replied. Sokka thrust into her again, Suki screamed as her cunt convulsed again, Sokka felt her slick hole tighten around him as she came again.

“Take it back!!” He shouted, thrusting in her as she came.

“Ok, ok!” Suki moaned. “You win, Sokka! I already came three times!”

“I knew it,” Sokka chuckled, “In that case, here’s your final reminder to never insult my cock again!”

“W-wait, don-”

Sokka grunted as he unloaded days' worth of cum. The Kyoshi Whores gasped as Suki’s bare stomach swelled greatly.

“Suki,” Re Hung’s mouth hung open in shock. Suki’s mind went blank as she moaned her way through the heaviest orgasm of her life.

This is what cum tastes like Suki thought as her womb was flooded I can’t believe I been so against this!

Fucking finally! Sokka thought as his nuts contracted, gallon after gallon of cum spraying up into Suki’s waiting twat. He grunted deeply, sweat running down his brow. As his orgasm finished, he pulled himself from Suki’s cock, slick with her arousal.

“Suki!” Another whore called.

“You came inside me, no one has ever done that,” Suki said. 

Sokka was still trying to catch his breath, exhausted by the encounter.

“My pussy had never tasted cum,” She continued. “But, it tastes good.”

She looked down at her stomach, inflated with Sokka’s cum.

“Go get back into your uniform,” Suki ordered.“Your true training begins now. Girls, come here and get this spunk out of me, there’s more than enough for everyone to eat!”

Sokka smirked, leaving the girls to enjoy the feast.

I still got it he chuckled to himself.

Sokka was once again dressed in the uniform of a Kyoshi Whore, face paint and all. He examined himself in a mirror, still embarrassed. He looked over to Suki, now the only other occupant of the dojo.

“Do I really have to wear this? It feels a little … girly,” Sokka said, examining how his bare hips looked in the mirror.

“It’s a Warriors’ uniform,” Suki replied with a smirk. “It’s not just a whore’s outfit. You should be proud. The silk thread symbolises the brave blood that flows through our veins. The gold insignia represents the honour of a warrior’s heart. The way your hips and butt are left on display shows that you are a powerful fighter, both martially and sexually. By exposing ourselves so greatly to our enemy, they know they cannot defeat us. Of course, you’re not nearly as curvy or have nearly a big enough butt for this.” She laughed at her last statement, subtly patting her own round, fleshy bottom.

Sokka had tuned out the last bit, however, staring once again at himself in the mirror.

“Bravery and honour.” He repeated with a smile. His hands went to his hips, as Suki often did, the gloved hands touching the nude flesh.

“Hey Sokka, nice dress.”

Sokka turned to find Aang standing in the doorway of the dojo, laughing to himself at his friend’s current fashion choices.

Aang continued off towards the village, back to where they were staying. He found Katara in their quarters, a bowl of water in front of her. Katara was still nude from the earlier pounding she had received from Gaamun. Her flesh was still covered with sweat, her hair a mess, her stomach inflated with his baby batter. But she was focused on her bending, attempting to contort the water into a certain shape.

Aang watched her work, pulling the water high into a pillar, almost phallic in shape, just shy of two feet tall. He put his hands behind his back and walked over to her.

“Katara, remember how the Unagi almost got me yesterday?” He asked cheekily.

Katara did not react in any significant way, focusing still on her bending, “Yeah.” She replied curtly.

“Well, I’m gonna go ride it now,” Aang declared. “It’s gonna be real dangerous.”

Katara rolled her eyes. He’s acting like a kid. “Good for you.” She replied, again, with little care in her voice.

Aang’s posture changed, arms dropping to his side. “You’re not going to stop me?” He asked, confusion and concern heavy in every word.

“Nope,” Katara replied quickly, “Have fun.”

“I will,” Aang retorted, crossing his arms.

“Great,” the Water Tribe Bimbo replied, slight annoyance rising in her voice.

“I know it’s great,” Aang replied in a mocking tone.

“Well, I’m glad you know,” Katara retorted, equally as mocking.

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

“Good!” Katara’s concentration on her bending dropped, sending the liquid recreation of Gaamun’s cock crashing into the bowl.

“Fine!” Aang declared, storming out, though he did give one longing look at her.

Katara grunted in annoyance before wrapping her arms around her tight body.

“Wow…” Gaamun’s voice came as he returned from his trip to the bathroom. “Is he always like that?”

“No, that’s the insane part!” Katara replied. “It’s just been since we got to this damn village. He’s acting like such a bastard!”

Gaamun nodded. “He’s a horned up Avatar with a three-foot dick that landed on an island that worships his past life in an admittedly fetish-like way. Every girl on this island wants to have his kid.”

Katara rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying he’s in the right; he clearly isn’t. I do think you should tell him that he’s being a little asshat. Since your brother is off getting his ass handed to him by the thickest warriors in the world, it’s up to you to knock some sense into them. I know you wanna get a move on.”

Katara lay back on the ground, her massive tits knocking into her face. “Fuck, this is gonna be a long journey North.”

“You’re not gonna master it in one day,” Suki scoffed, watching Sokka go through the motions with his fan in hand. Her arms were crossed, raising her massive bust high. “Even I’m not that good.”

“I think I’m starting to get it,” Sokka replied. His movement was awkward and slow. Clearly, the fighting style was meant for someone curvier with a lower centre of gravity. But all the same, he completed each pose until finally throwing his unopened fan out the dojo door and hitting a nearby tree, causing some snow to fall to the ground.

Suki leaned out the door, examining the damage. She turned to Sokka with a smile. “It’s not about strength. Our technique is about using our opponent’s force against them. Whether that’s a fire blast or a cum shot. Loosen up.”

She gestured with her hands, first placing a fist against an open palm, then transforming the hand sign to a finger going into a hole. One hand then grabbed the fan from the sash around her small stomach.

“Think of the fan as an extension of your arm,” She explained, gesturing out towards Sokka with the closed weapon. Sokka took a ready stance, watching Suki’s movement. He saw her foot shift, a sign of attack. His teeth gritted, looking back up to her face, waiting for the movement.

“Wait for an opening,” She continued, “And then-“ She leapt forward, moving to jab Sokka’s stomach, but he was ready. He leapt backwards, and the busty Kyoshi Wwhore was thrown off her momentum, sending her towards the ground. However, the Water Tribe warrior stopped her dead, slamming his arm into her padded stomach and tossing her back towards the ground. She hit the wood with her thick ass, absorbing most of the blow. Sokka’s hands went to the black cloth, freeing his hard cock. He leapt forward, ramming his massive pole into Suki’s throat. She yelped, reflexively sucking on it. She moaned low but snapped to her senses a second later. With a push, she sent Sokka backwards a few steps, drool splattering to the ground.

Sokka was equally shocked by his own actions, but realised he had bested her. He crossed his arms with a grunt and a smirk.

Suki leapt to her feet, fists clenched. “I fell on purpose to make you feel better!” She declared, blushing under her makeup. Her mouth was watering for another taste.

“I got you!” Sokka replied, pointing at her with a wolfish grin. “Admit I got you.”

Suki reached forward, grabbing Sokka’s cock. He recoiled as she bent it in a rather uncomfortable way, crippling the boy for a moment.

“Okay, it was a lucky shot,” Suki admitted with a smile. She released his cock, staring down at it. Her hand went to her own black panties, moving them to expose her wet pussy, still aching from the fucking she had received from Sokka earlier.

“Let’s see if you can do it again,” She cooed in a sultry tone.

They each took a ready stance, with Suki circling Sokka. She leapt forward, and once again Sokka was ready. He grabbed her shoulders, tossing her to the ground. Suki could barely get out a grunt before her windpipe was blocked by Sokka’s cock. He grunted, unleashing his load into her mouth.

Suki’s vision blurred, her heart lurching in her chest, as she tasted cum for the first time.

No wonder my Whore lose on purpose sometimes! it’s so goood She thought, feeling the damp spot in her armour getting worse.

Out in the Crescent Moon Bay, Aang bobbed up and down in the frigid water. He was completely nude, having worked his way through Koko and all her friends in the full day it had been. The girls, however, were sitting on the beach, quite annoyed.

“What’s taking so long?” Koko asked impatiently.

“I’m sure it’ll be here any second!” Aang replied. He paused for a moment, sensing their annoyance. “Umm, what about this?” He produced the marbles, spinning them in the air.

“Not that again, boring,” Complained one of Koko’s friends.

Several stood up, beginning to depart.

“Where’s the Unagi? It’s getting late, and I don’t wanna stay out all night unless I’m getting railed,” Koko complained.

Soon enough, all the girls were standing up and leaving.

“Where are you going? Don’t leave!” Aang called, putting a hand out.

“Sorry, Aang, maybe next time. Come find us if you wanna fuck later,” Koko called back. 

Aang sank low in the water as he watched all the girls march off.

Damn it. Maybe Katara was right he grimaced to himself.

As if she had heard him, he suddenly spotted Katara in her parka emerging from the nearby bush line.

“Katara!” He cheered. “You showed up!”

“I want to make sure you were safe,” She admitted. “You really had me worried.”

“Back there, you acted like you didn’t care,” Aang replied, confused.

“I’m sorry,” Katara replied, looking down sullenly.

“Me too,” Aang added, “I did let all that attention go to my dick. I wanted to make you jealous.”

“How about from now on we agree to just be fuck buddies?” Katara asked. “I think we’re both too excited by the prospect of partners from here to the North Pole to be exclusive.”

Aang nodded, though part of his heart sank at the idea. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’m sorry, I was being a jerk.”

“Well, get out of the water before you catch a cold, ya jerk,” Katara playfully called, flashing Aang her massive breasts through the window in her parka.

“On my way,” Aang replied, feeling his nude cock beginning to inflate in the water.

Katara shook her bust, beckoning for Aang to return. A massive fin appeared behind Aang, like the one from the day before. Katara gasped in shock as Aang screamed. Suddenly, the beast rose from the water, with the nude Aang riding on top of its back. The creature’s face was staring down at him, a disgusting eel-like beast with glowing green eyes. It lurched back and retched off a torrent of water. The force was powerful as Aang grabbed its slimy fin, gripping tight for dear life. Katara watched from the shoreline in horror as massive waves hit the beach from the impact of the spray back into the bay water. It finally died down, leaving Aang soaked and covered in cuts from how powerful the spray had been.

He barely had time to gasp for air as the beast bucked its spine, sending the airbender up into the air. He pushed himself up higher as the creature’s jaw lunged at him, attempting to grab its snack from the free fall it was in. He grabbed one of the long, tentacle-like whiskers on its nose, sending the monk flailing through the air. The green eyes of the beast tracked him, beginning to shake its head to try to swallow the tiny monk.

“Hang on, Aang!” Katara shouted, but it was futile.

The Unagi lurched a final time, sending the Monk flying from its whisker. Katara watched in horror as Aang plummeted two hundred feet, smashing into the water with a massive thud a few dozen yards off the shore. His unconscious nude body floated back up to the surface a moment later.

“Aang!” Katara screamed, dashing into the water and tossing her parka to the ground. Her massive bust jumped and bounced as she ran into the freezing water, bothering the Water Tribe woman little. The Unagi screamed and lurched, diving into the water and making a dash for Aang’s form.

Katara swam as quickly as she could, thankfully making it to Aang’s body first. She looked up as she wrapped her arms around him, spotting the shadow of the beast approaching rapidly. It breached the surface right in front of her. She pulled her arm back and rocketed it forward, sending a blast of Waterbending right at the beast. The momentum sent her and Aang all but skipping back through the water towards the sand. The Unagi dove at them, its attack too shallow. The massive wave the impact created tossed Aang and Katara into the air.

In a torrent of water, both crashed down in an alcove of sand and rocks. Katara grunted as her spine impacted on a rather tall spire of stone. The Unagi had lost sight of its victim in the water bomb and was now spraying a random section of rock with its massive water blast.

The sound of a ship's horn drove the beast off. Katara’s heart filled with dread as she recognised the tone.

No, it can’t be She thought.

The Water Tribe Bimbo pulled herself up from behind the rock, looking over a port that was not visible from their spot on the bay.

A Fire Navy ship had arrived, docked, and was now deploying soldiers.

“Zuko!” She realised.

“I want the Avatar alive,” Zuko ordered his soldiers as they disembarked for Kyoshi Island. They were all dressed for combat, meaning heavy shoulder, chest, and shin padding, but next to nothing on their crotches. The women soldiers with him, like Eeko, even had their breasts uncovered by armour with only a loose cloth over them.

Unknown to Zuko and his soldier, however, they were actually marching right past the Avatar, as Katara and Aang hid behind their rocks. Katara watched the invaders marching on Kyoshi Village. She turned to Aang, still unconscious.

“Wake up, Aang,” She whispered to him, but he did not stir. His cock was fully hard, she realised, standing at attention. She licked her lips.

I think I know what to do She thought to herself. Desperately, she swallowed him down, taking him down to his base in mere seconds. Her hand went to his ball sack; she could feel that there wasn’t much inside it, suspecting it had been left on or in the Kyoshi Island girls, but it didn’t matter. Katara bobbed her head up and down rapidly on the unconscious monk’s shaft. 

If his Cock is conscious, he’ll be up soon She thought to herself. Fuck, I’d almost forgotten the taste. Hopefully he hasn’t blown too much inside those whores. Gaamun was fun, but Aang could cum enough to stuff a Turkey-Seal for dinner!

She went to his hilt, holding herself there despite a lack of air.

I wonder She suddenly thought. Her hand flicked, feeling the cum in his balls churn in response to her waterbending. Aang grunted. Her tits wrapped around the bottom of his shaft.\

Cum on Aang! She thought desperately. She made another flick, churning the nut.

Aang grunted and coughed. He groaned out a weak “Katara” The Water Tribe girl hummed on his cock. With a small flex, his cock twitched inside her throat as she felt his cum race up the shaft and blow into her stomach. It was a small load by Aang’s standards, only enough to fill a canteen, she estimated based on how full her stomach felt. She pulled her head off his shaft, leaving it to slam down into the sand with a THUD.

She shifted over to look at Aang, her massive boobs hanging down in his face. “Don’t ride the Unagi,” he warned her in a tired voice. “Not fun.”

Suki groaned and grunted as Sokka continued his assault on her ass. They had been fucking for hours, long since abandoning their training. His gloved hands gripping hard into her fleshy hips, watching her pale ass bouncing and swaying and twerking and fucking herself on his massive pole.

“Fuck me, harder, harder!” Suki moaned like a lewd bitch, her tongue had fallen from her mouth, and her eyes were shooting off in two different directions. “Tell me to cum, tell me to cum!”

“Cum for me!” Sokka grunted as he buried himself to the base in her ass. “Cum like a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl,” Suki mewled as her body convulsed and shook. “I’m a good little whore. Cum inside me, claim all my holes for your cock!”

“What happened to being a Warrior?” Sokka teased.

“I said Warrior first, Whore second,” Suki replied. “Now give me it all, get my ass pregnant with your Water Tribe Cum.”

Sokka white knuckled Suki’s fat ass. With a grunt, he unloaded inside her for the third time. Suki’s stomach was sufficiently swelled at this point, making the Kyoshi Whore look quite pregnant.

He pulled out, his erection finally deflating. “Oh man, I hadn’t cum in a week,” He explained. “I have needed all of that.”

Suki smirked at him. She began to twerk and bounce her ass, making the cheeks clap. “Awh, c’mon, you’ve got to have another load or three in there, right? I think I’m getting addicted to being creampied.”

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps broke their banter as Oyaji appeared in the doorway.

“Firebenders have landed on our shores!” He cried. Suki and Sokka’s hearts leapt in surprise at the declaration. “Whores! Cum quickly!”

With that, he ran off, heading back to the village. Suki leapt up, dressing fast in her uniform.

“Hey, I’m not a-!” Sokka shouted after the elder, but he was already gone. Momo swung down from the roof, landing on Sokka’s shoulder. The Lemur-Bat used him as a launching pad, sending herself flying out the door and leaving Sokka and Suki. “Oh, whatever.” He grunted, redressing in his own Kyoshi uniform.

The town was empty. Fresh snow sat on the rooftops of wooden buildings. It was a meager set up, couldn’t hold more than one hundred people at best. The roads were dirt, packed down by time. Zuko gripped the reins of his rhinoceros, the leather contorting in his hands. Three other riders in Fire Nation garb were on either side of the Prince. All of the warriors were dressed the same, bender and non-bender alike. Armour covering their chests and shoulders. Bracers upon their arms, shins, and feet. Their thighs were covered in a thin cloth, allowing their cocks and cunts to hang free. The men had been looking forward to this; it was rare that they fought an enemy consisting entirely of women. The female soldiers had their breasts somewhat exposed, with a gap in their armour and a thin cloth that could easily be pulled down to contain them.

“Come out, Avatar!” Zuko shouted into the empty town. “You can’t hide from me forever!”

No response came; the village was truly abandoned. Zuko grunted in annoyance. “Find him.” He ordered.

The other soldiers moved forward on their mounts, each ridden by one non-bender carrying a spear, and a bender behind them. The knowledge of what this village was was on clear display, as every male was already hard and every female slick.

Suki and the other whores watched from on high, preparing their weapons.

“This is what our training was for, girls,” Suki explained. Her stomach was compacted into her tight armour, leaving a trail of white to snake from her cunt and ass down her legs. “Make them cum quick, and then kill them.”

The girls nodded, preparing themselves.

The invading Fire Nation Soldiers got halfway up the road, glancing at each house. The doors and windows were open, the candles and lamps burning brightly. Yet no one was home.

“This doesn’t seem right,” One soldier commented to his fellows. “Where are those whores?”

“What, Zhan, expected a welcome party and three girls on your dick?” Mocked another.

“Above!” Shouted Zuko from far down the road.

All eyes went up in time to find busty green silhouettes dropping over them from above. Each Kyoshi Whore had their fans in hand, black cloth already moved to expose their own slick cunts. The benders went down first, being tossed to the ground on their backs. Three Kyoshi Whores landed atop them, perfectly sliding their dicks of various sizes inside their cunts or ass.

“Fuck!” Screamed the soldiers. One of whom came immediately.

“I see the Fire Nation doesn’t know a thing about endurance,” Commented Re Hung as she leapt up from the now limp dicked soldier, his cum dripping from her snatch.

The second wave landed in front of the Rhinos. The Nonbenders jabbed at them with their spears. The Kyoshi Whores were ready, using their extreme agility to redirect the momentum of the thrusts and knocking the spears away. They moved quickly, mounting the rhinos and charging the saddled non-benders.

One was taken in the mouth, Eeko found her twat violated with a folded up fan, then the last non-bender was able to turn the attack around on the Kyoshi Warrior, tossing her to the ground and slamming his tiny cock into her fat ass.

Suki landed, watching her warriors making quick work of the invading troops.

Good work, girls, just stop getting and their gross spunk in your cunts She thought to herself. 

Her eyes locked on the commander, sitting at the bottom of the hill that Kyoshi Village sat upon. She rushed forward, fans in hand.

Let's see what this commander is packing She thought to herself. He launched two fire blasts at her. Suki evaded them easily, continuing her charge. She leapt into the air with a grunt. She spotted his cock, only half-hard but still impressively sized.

Not as big as Sokka she smirked to herself. Like all the other girls, her black cloth panties were already spread. She opened her legs as she descended, planning to land right on his cock. 

Zuko, however, had other plans. He pulled the reins tight, spinning his steed around. Suki took the impact of the beast’s tail to the side, sending her spiralling to the ground. Zuko grunted, launching another fire blast at Suki.

The Kyoshi Whore gasped in horror. Sokka leapt down, knocking the fire away with his fan. He was in full Kyoshi Gear, his cock dangling openly between his legs. Zuko prepared another blast, but before he could fire, Re Hung flew down from on high as well, landing as Suki had intended, spread legs and thick thighs on Zuko’s cock.

His rhino took off, revealing to Sokka and Suki that Re Hung was riding Zuko cowgirl style on the porch of a nearby building.

“I guess training’s over,” Sokka commented, looking down at Suki, helping the Warrior to her feet.

They both ran over to Re Hung, working her hips on Zuko’s cock. The Fire Prince’s eyes were closed, seemingly unconscious. Suki and Sokka unfurled their fans, taking horse stances. Re Hung thrust her body down hard on Zuko.

“Cum, you Fire Nation bastard!” She shouted at him.

Zuko’s eyes flicked open. He let out a grunt, thrusting up into Re Hung as she slammed down on him. She screeched, cumming all over Zuko’s cock. The Fire Prince contorted, pulling his thick, long cock from Re Hung’s spasming cunt. A torrent of fire leapt from his feet as he spun around. The flames licked at the exposed ankles and thighs of the warriors surrounding him. Re Hung was blasted through the doorway of the building. Suki’s back slammed hard into a support beam of the porch’s roof. Sokka had managed to leap over the blast, but was now facing Zuko alone.

The Fire Prince smirked.

Round two, Water Tribe He thought to himself. He went low again, and Sokka was not prepared, getting tripped by Zuko’s sweep. His foot came up, swinging down like an axe kick, smashing into Sokka’s cock.

“FUCK!” Sokka screamed, gripping his assault ball sack.

“NO!” Suki shouted in pure horror.

Zuko turned to the Kyoshi Whore. He grunted, walking over to the crouching girl. Suki attempted to punch the Fire Prince, but he caught it. Before she could offer anymore protest or fight, Zuko forced his erection down Suki’s throat, face fucking her.

“Where is the Avatar?!” He demanded as he buried his cock down to its base in Suki’s throat. Suki screamed around his cock, unable to breathe and having nothing in her lungs. Her free hand pushed on Zuko’s thigh, trying to get him to back off, but the Fire Prince was stronger. He pushed harder into her throat. Suki’s head was pinned between the wooden beam behind her and Zuko in front of her. His balls pressed hard into her chin.

With a grunt, Zuko’s nuts contracted. Suki wailed in shock, tears running down her face from the lack of air as Zuko unloaded into her stomach. The whore steadied herself, swallowing his burning hot cum as quickly as it flooded her mouth. She pulled her arm from his grip, using both to push him off, sending the Fire Prince stumbling out into the street.

She retched, clutching her throat as she gulped down air, trying to cool the boiling load in her belly.

“S-Sokka!” She called to him, coughing her way through his name.

Zuko ignored them, looking over to find that all his warriors had been defeated. The Kyoshi Warriors were wiping the last of the cum from their faces and cunts. Though his warriors had some damage, as had he. The wooden buildings were burning.

“Nice try, Avatar!” He shouted. “But these little girls can’t save you!”

“HEY!” Called Aang. “Over here.”

Zuko turned around to find Aang, fully clothed, standing at the bottom of the hill. He was holding his glider, and a serious look was on his face.

“Finally,” Zuko whispered to himself, putting his dick back inside his pants.

He opened the fight with a volley of flame strikes, easily dodged by the Monk, even parrying one with his staff. Aang twirled the stick, pulling himself up into the air. He floated up high, then dropped, landing right in front of Zuko. His impact was rougher than he expected, allowing the Fire Prince to knock the staff from Aang’s hands.

Shit Aang thought in a panic.

He leapt back as Zuko prepared a flame sweep with a kick.

There! Aang spotted Suki’s discarded fans, lying open in the snow, having dropped them when Zuko had tossed her into the post earlier. He landed, softer this time, and pulled both off the ground with Airbending. Zuko launched his flame sweep. Aang spun around, building up an air blast. With a shout, he tossed the maelstrom of air directly into Zuko, throwing the Fire Prince backwards through the wooden wall of a building behind him.

Katara was right Aang thought somberly We need to get leave

He raced up the street, grabbing his staff. He tossed it in the air, unfolding the orange wings. He pushed the air around him, giving a boost as he rose into the air. His eyes went down to the village below. The buildings were burning, and the people had fled for the hills. Many of the Fire Nation soldiers had rallied, once again fucking and raping the Koyshi Whores.

This is my fault. It’s always my fault Aang thought to himself.

We Need You, Aang

The intrusive thought burrowed in his brain; he shook it away.

No He scolded himself No

He looked behind him, and even the statue of Kyoshi was burning. 

Katara was at the top of the hill, just on the edge of the village. Some older villagers had just barely escaped the fighting by sheltering in Oyaji’s house, but Katara was now directing them away.

“Out in the woods, there’s refuge at the training dojo!” She said.

Aang landed in front of her, frowning. “Look what I brought to this place,” He said somberly.

Katara shook her head. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is,” Aang retorted. “These people got their town destroyed trying to protect me.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” Katara replied. “Zuko will leave Kyoshi to follow us. I know it feels wrong to run, but I think it’s the only way.”

Running away again? A little voice in Aang called You haven’t changed

He didn’t reply. “I’ll call Appa.” He said in a low, defeated tone.

The Koyshi Whores were being steadily pushed back. One was on all fours as a bender tore through her ass with his four-foot cock. Eeko was using the blunt end of a spear to penetrate another.

Hidden behind a building nearby was Suki, massaging Sokka’s flaccid cock with a mix of herbs she kept on her person. She worked through the pain of the firebender’s seed burning in her belly.

“This’ll keep it from swelling,” She said. “Though it’s a bit of an aphrodisiac, so you might be a bit hot and bothered for a while. I saw your sister and the Avatar running for the beach, there’s no time to say goodbye.”

“What about I’m sorry?” Sokka asked, pulling himself to a crouch.

“For what?” Suki asked in confusion.

“I treated you like a whore when I should have treated you like a warrior,” Sokka replied.

“I am a warrior,” Suki replied.

She leaned in, closing her eyes. She planted a deep kiss on Sokka’s lips. The Water Tribe boy’s heart leapt in his chest. He blushed deeply, closing his eyes.

“But I’m a whore, too,” She finished her sentence. Sokka traced his lips where she had kissed him. Suki leaned down, kissing Sokka’s flaccid, bruised cock.

I don’t think I’ve ever really kissed someone They both thought. Suki leapt to her feet, rushing towards the battle.

“Now get out of here!” She called to him, “We’ll hold them off.”

Sokka leapt to his feet, rushing off in the other direction, a strange feeling in his chest. 

Appa was waiting for Sokka, Aang, Katara, and Momo already onboard. He raced up the tail, leaping into the saddle.

“Appa, yip-yip!” Aang shouted. The Sky Bison rose into the air. Aang banked the beast, ensuring Zuko spotted them.

Zuko currently had his cock buried in Re Hung’s ass. He looked up, spotting the Bison.

“Back to the ship!” He ordered. “Don’t lose sight of them!”

He pulled out of Re Hung, spraying her with cum. He was just finished, still half hard, as he turned to run after them.

Out over Crescent Moon Bay, Sokka and Katara observed the smoke rising from Kyoshi Village. Katara shuffled away from the violence, moving across the saddle to the sombre Aang on Appa’s head.

“I know it’s hard, but you did the right thing,” Katara tried to reassure him, “Zuko would have destroyed the whole place if we stayed. They’re going to be okay, Aang.”

We Need You, Aang.

We Need You, Aang.

We Need You, Aang.

The Monk didn’t say anything. Instead, he drew in a deep breath, letting go of Appa’s reins. Wordlessly, without even acknowledging Katara, Aang leapt from Appa’s head.

“What are you doing?!” She screamed after him, with no response.

Sokka and Katara watched Aang plummet through the air, splashing down in the waters of the bay.

“The hell’s gotten into him?!” Sokka shouted.

They watched in awe as, a moment later, Aang emerged, both whiskers of the Unagi in hand as the massive sea snake rose from the water, nearly matching Appa’s altitude in its own height. Aang struggled for a moment before finding a firm footing. He pulled back on the slimy whiskers, opening the beast’s mouth and sending a massive torrent of water arcing through the air. It reached the village as a fine mist, putting out the fires. With the added benefit of soaking Zuko and his retreating troops.

The Unagi soon had had enough, throwing its head around to toss Aang off. The monk used a blast of Airbending to propel himself into the air. Appa swept low, allowing Aang to land safely on board.

“I know, I know, that was stupid and dangerous,” Aang said as he greeted his travelling companions.

“Yes, it was,” Katara smiled at him. Aang replied with another smile. She then embraced him with a deep hug. Aang gave a gleeful sigh as Katara’s massive bust squeezed against his body.

She potted Sokka behind him, massaging his soft cock.

“Are you jerking off?!” She shouted in a shrill tone.

“What?! No, that Fire jerk stamped on my dick, Suki gave me this stuff to reduce the swelling, but she said it mig-”

Before he could finish he erection sprang up. Sokka yelped, still dressed in his Kyoshi Whore uniform, had had nothing to cover it with.

Katara felt a damp spot forming in her breeches. She looked away from Sokka’s thick cock quickly.

She pulled back from the hug, placing Aang’s bald head in front of Sokka’s distress.

“Listen, Aang, about earlier. I think it’s better if on this trip we have the understanding that we’re both looking to get laid, a lot.”

Aang’s smile faded somewhat. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve lived with just my brother for years. Until we met, I was a virgin. But now, well, I don’t want to get locked down, plus I know monks are all about free love. I love having sex with you, but I don’t want to just have sex with you, okay?”

Aang nodded, putting on a fake smile. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Katara leaned forward, kissing him, “Thanks for understanding.”

Oyaji stood at the top of the hill, watching the white dot fly through the sunset sky.

“Thank you, Avatar,” he smiled.