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A Quiet Night in Makapu	By : DatMurph Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Quiet Night in Makapu
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Hello, AFF readers! Murph here again. This story is a spiritual sequel of sorts to my other fic 'A Night with Royalty'. Hope you all enjoy! I have some 'aged-up' character designs by "Anon-drawfag" to help you visualize Meng and On Ji in this tale of depravity and sexytimes. On Ji: http://imgur.com/YEXYU Meng: http://imgur.com/dTTo4 a piece of bonus art will be posted at the end of the story as it's somewhat of a spoiler!
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It was a quiet, still night in Makapu Village. Aang plopped onto a rather comfy cushion in the middle of a small cottage Aunt Wu always had set aside for honored guests.
"Hmm, pretty dark in here," Aang observed. He hopped to his feet and went about the cottage, lighting several gas lanterns with his firebending before returning to his prior seat. "Much better." He took a passing glance at the modestly decorated abode, noting the blue and turquoise theme in the curtains, the generously sized sleeping futon, and small wooden table. The 19 year old Avatar crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and thought back on the day's events.
He and Katara arrived earlier that day on Appa, they were summoned via messenger-hawk by Aunt Wu during their holiday with the Royal Couple in the Fire Nation Capital. The Fortuneteller's latest cloud reading predicted a massive eruption of Mount Makapu, the Avatar was needed to save the sleepy village once more.
Aang was prepared to do battle with a raging volcano when he arrived, but said volcano was far from such a state. In fact, it was quite dormant. Through further investigation with his Earthbending seismic sense, Aang concluded that the village would not have to worry about their large, cranky neighbor for a long while.
After a lengthy conversation with Aunt Wu, Aang was finally able to convince the fortuneteller to exclude the volcano from her cloud readings in exchange for Aang staying a week to teach a few basics of seismic sense to the village Earthbenders.
With that gone over in his mind, Aang opened his eyes and leaned back on his hands. His thoughts turned to other matters, such as Aunt Wu's two assistants. Meng was still a fixture in the Fortuneteller's waiting room, Aang could help but notice how well the girl's figure filled out over the years. The dark-skinned girl cut off her youthful pigtails and was now sporting a perky, chin length hair-do. The trademark gap she had in her front teeth still remained, though it had narrowed considerably when her second set grew in.
Aang & Katara were quite surprised when Aunt Wu’s newest assistant entered the room. It was On Ji, the Fire Academy student Aang befriended in his travels during the War. *What in the world was she doing there?* Aang wondered. *Too bad I was ushered into Aunt Wu's room right away, I guess I'll just have to ask Katara about her, later.* The couple was so distracted by the raven haired girl’s presence, they didn’t notice the “bedroom eyes” Meng set upon Aang right then.
The Avatar flopped backward onto the floor and threw his arms out to his sides. *Speaking of Katara, I wonder what's taking her so long?* He left her back in Aunt Wu's, she was chattering away with Meng and On Ji in the lounge over tea and bean curd puffs. He tried to join the three but Katara shooed him off to their arrangements for the night with a devilish smile. Aang protested at first, but she insisted that she’ll be along shortly. He finally got the message when she pinched him on the rear.
So there he was, laying flat on the floor for several minutes, content with listening to the faint chirping of the crickets outside. Moments later, Aang heard the door latch click open and he sprung to a sitting position. In the doorway stood his 21 year old fiance with one hand on her hip, and the other playfully twirling around his favorite headband. Katara removed her shoes before entering.
She sauntered over to Aang and leaned next to right ear, whispering, "I want to try something a little different tonight." A phrase that was becoming familiar to him lately. Ever since that sordid night with Zuko and Mai in the royal bedchamber last week, Katara has been very adventurous in the bedroom. The events of which flashed through his memory. One evening she insisted Aang tie her to the bedposts, the next tryst involved an experiment with water-whips which was rather traumatic for Aang (much to Katara's horror). That particular night, however, wasn't all that bad for Aang. *Best. Makeup sex. Ever.* Aang waxed nostalgically as Katara tied the headband over his eyes as a makeshift blindfold.
"Ok, just put your hands behind your back and wait, I'm going to change into something comfortable." Katara teased Aang as she walked back to the small alcove just inside the abode's door. Aang strained his hearing in search for any audible clues as to what she had planned for him. He heard the rustling of clothing, the soft impact of several objects on the floor, and what he interpreted as Katara swearing to herself in the faintest whisper. *Blasted cushion,* Aang grimaced, *Darn thing is too thick to use my Earthsense.*
The sounds ceased at that moment, the silence lingered for a short time. Soon he heard the sound of bare footfalls coming across the room in his direction. Aang was getting antsy, "Katara I-"
"Shhh..." A single finger was put to Aang's lips as he felt a warm body straddle his thighs. The finger withdrew and a pair of lips replaced it. The kiss was light, almost apprehensive, it ended as quickly as it began. *This isn't like Katara at all, what's up with that woman?* Aang was growing tired of being teased, he lunged forward and captured the fleeing mouth with his own. He took in the scent of his lover and broke off again. "Mmm, Katara you smell great toni-," he began to compliment before his mouth was captured once again, this time with more confidence. He felt a tongue brush against the front of his lips, he yielded and allowed it inside to play with his own tongue. *Whoa, she's really frisky tonight,* the Avatar opined, *wait a second....something's still not right.*
Nevertheless, he continued to ‘swap spit’ until his tongue brushed a unfamiliar gap in his partner's teeth. He immediately pulled away, "You- you're not Katara! What's going on?"
"Hiiii Aangy!" Meng said in sing-song as she discarded Aang's blindfold. He blinked his eyes a couple times to clear his vision. Meng dominated his field of view. She was dressed in a very loose-fitting aquamarine kimono. Aang looked over Meng’s shoulder and spotted Katara. She was sitting on the floor, bedecked in her favorite silken dark-blue kimono, reclining against a pile of cushions. Katara locked eyes with her fiance and leered at him with a coy smile crawling across her face. To Katara's left, On Ji sat upon her knees in her Fire Nation style black and red kimono. The fair skinned girl was wide eyed and blushing severely. She pressed a hand against her jaw as she wondered what she got herself into.
Katara made a circular motion with her hand, "Well...go on, Aang. Don’t keep your audience waiting."
"Wait, what am I? The entertainment for the evening?" Aang cocked an eyebrow at Katara while Meng began to nibble on his neck.
"I guess you can say that. Let's just consider this your just-desserts for last week..." Katara stroked her chin with her forefinger as she snuggled further into the pillows behind her “...and when you and Meng are finished, On Ji’s next.”
"But...but I thought it was going to be you and I tonight?" Aang put on his best puppy-dog face. Meng pressed harder, grinding against him in an attempt to regain his attention.
"Oh, it still can be...if I enjoy what I see." Katara crossed her arms.
"Oh, really?"
"Hmmmm, Maybe." She teased further.
Aang lifted Meng off his lap and slipped out from underneath her. He rose to his feet. In a single agile airbending maneuver, he managed to literally leap out of his robes and outer clothes leaving him clad in his 'lucky' orange briefs. "Let's do this." Aang declared. His determined expression prompted a chuckle from Katara and On Ji.
Meng hastily slipped out of her robe, leaving her clothed in merely her chest wrappings and panties. "Oh Aangy!" She took a running leap onto the Avatar and clamped on to his torso with her arms and legs. Aang stumbled back a few steps before he regained his balance just before Meng kissed him again. He cradled her bottom for support while he leaned in to the embrace. Aang broke away, "Whoa, you’re a feisty one! I think we'll be better off back on the floor, I don’t wanna drop you." The two exchanged smiles. She nodded back at him and they settled down on the floor, Meng straddled his lap again.
"Mmmm, I still feel a bit overdressed." Meng reached behind her to undo her bindings, they fell slack and she tossed them to the side. Her rather bountiful bosom now had Aang's full attention, his hands gently kneaded the warm mounds. He was astounded. *Whoa. These are huge! What have they been feeding this girl since we were last here?* Aang fell into a trancelike state while he massaged Meng's massive mammaries, it took a cough from Katara to jar him loose. She jeered him, "Boooring."
"Oh. Right."
Aang gently bent Meng down onto the floor. He kissed and licked a line from her neck and breast down her abdomen until he reached her pantyline. "Aang, please," Meng panted. The Avatar casually slipped the Earth Kingdom girl's panties off, revealing her glistening muff crowned with a modest patch of black hair. He lowered his head toward her slit and gave it a couple slow licks.
"Oh that feels nice, Aangy!"
Aang grinned to himself as he continued. Meng caught his head in her hands and raised it away from her womanhood. He locked eyes with the dark-skinned girl, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “This feels nice, Aang. But how about we skip this and start on the ‘main course’. We can come back to the ‘appetizer’ later. Let’s get those drawers off you.”
“As you wish, Meng." Aang quickly discarded the last of his clothing and crawled back towards the eager girl. She helped to position his manhood at her slickened hole and he slowly entered her. "Aaaaang. Yesss." Meng hissed, spreading her legs wider to allow him deeper inside.
He savored Meng's warmth as he started to sway his hips. He began with a few long, slow strokes. Meng cooed in approval. "Oooh, faster Aangy." He quickened the frequency of his thrusts and leaned down to suckle on one of Meng's ample breasts. She clawed at his back, "Ahnn, there you go. Just like that."
On Ji cautiously commented to Katara, "Wow. They look good together."
"I guess so...if you like that-...." Katara paused, a feeling of deja-vu washed over her. She tapped the side of her head with her knuckles before she resumed, "...Whoa, he's really letting her have it." Katara's hands slipped inside her kimono to give her nethers some much-needed attention. She was quite enjoying the sight.
Meng's excited mewls filled the air as she was getting filled repeated with Aang's rod, a familiar heat began to pool in her belly. "Aang...Aangy, s-stop."
Aang obeyed. "Huh? Is something wrong?"
"Nope," Meng slipped off his length and rolled onto her hands and knees, "I really like it this way, from behind."
"I aim to please." Aang plunged back into her warm snatch. Meng looked over toward On Ji as the Avatar resumed his thrusting, "Ahhn- On Ji. Girl. You -aahn- Gotta try this. Mmmm, just like that Aang! Ahnn!"
Aang went even further, he reached for Meng's arms and pulled them behind her back, intertwining them with his own. Meng's torso was now diagonal with the floor, Aang dutifully kept up his rhythm as her breathing grew ragged. She ground against his member craving even more pleasure. With each stroke she drew a little closer to the the edge, until..."Aangy, I- I'm-," Meng choked out right before her body stiffened in ecstasy. A primal, gargled moan escaped her throat. Aang let go of her arms and she swooned forward atop her crossed arms, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.
Aang withdrew from Meng and sat on the floor in front of the two other girls. In a brief moment of modesty, he attempted to conceal his hard-on with his right thigh. "Well, how was that, ladies?"
"That was pretty good, but you're not done yet, Aang.” Katara answered, “On Ji, it's your turn! Have fun, and remember, he loves it when you scratch him behind the ear." She used her foot to gently shove On Ji toward Aang's nude form. He caught the stumbling girl in his arms.
"K-Kuzon- I mean- Aang?!" On Ji exclaimed in Aang's loose embrace. "A-Aang, I'm- I dunno..." she stammered. The girl's face was beyond flushed.
"Oh man." Aang detected On Ji's reluctance. She directed an uneasy gaze at the far wall. He felt her heart race beneath the arm he had wrapped around her. He hit the brakes.
Aang reached for one of his outer robes to cover his lap. He tried to assuage the tension, "It's alright, On Ji. Nobody is going to make you do anything you don't want to." Katara slumped in her pile of cushions. She looked down into her midriff through the opening of her kimono and had a literal moment of navel-gazing. *Ugh. It figures she got cold feet. Look at us. We're becoming a couple of perverts. I talked the poor thing into this and shoved her right in.*
Katara's guilty look caught Aang's attention. "Well, for all I care we can just play some Pai Sho for Katara's entertainment! How about 2 games out of 3, On Ji?" Aang jested. Katara's face twisted into a skeptical narrow-eyed scowl, Aang stuck out his tongue, and Katara blew a raspberry right back at him while she pegged him in the head with a pillow. On Ji chuckled and seemed to relax after the couple's playful spat.
Meng strolled over toward Katara with her robe in tow, she haphazardly wrapped it around her nubile teenaged body and curled up against the most comfy pillow she could spot. "Hey, what's so funny guys? And why isn't On Ji having fun with Aang yet? What gives, girl?
"Hey! Don't rush me!" On Ji snapped back.
"Sheesh," Meng replied, "Better be careful Aangy, I bet she has teeth down there."
Katara raised an eyebrow and had an epiphany of sorts. *Oh, we're perverts, alright. All four of us.*
On Ji beckoned Aang in close for a hushed exchange. She whispered in his ear, "It wasn't like I didn't want to...you-know...with you. I'm actually, well..." On Ji hesitantly showed Aang the hand she hid within her kimono, a few fingers were slick with her arousal, "Watching you and Meng. It-...it made me so hot."
"Then what's making you uncomfortable, On Ji?"
"I-...I don't want it to be just like what you did with Meng. Can we do something...more than that?"
Aang stifled a giggle before whispering back, "Hey, what did I just say? Whatever you want. What did you have in mind?" The two locked eyes momentarily, On Ji's cheeks were ablush. Aang had that ever-confident grin he displayed back when ‘Kuzon’ was enrolled in the old Fire Academy.
"..."
"Wait. Before you answer, let me take care of that for you," Aang gently lifted On Ji's soiled hand into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her fingers, cleaning them and savoring her taste. The gesture seemed to be enough to spurn the girl forward. "Hmm," On Ji spoke in a much more audible tone, "For starters, how about this!" The brown-haired girl flung away the robe that concealed Aang's manhood and brought herself in for a closer look. She wrapped a hand around his engorged member and stroked him at a languid pace.
An approving groan resonated from within Aang's throat. She stroked him gently for several long moments. After she sized him up, On Ji took the head of his length into her mouth. "Aah!" Aang gasped. His arousal was already near its peak from his throe with Meng, it wouldn't take much more of this to finish him off. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was utterly delicious, he struggled to control the heat building within his loins. His eyes darted around the cottage for something to focus on rather than the pretty girl bobbing hungrily on his manhood. His efforts were in vain, On Ji's raspy tongue rubbed against a sensitive area of foreskin. That did him in, he was about to...
"On Ji. If you- don-...s-stop-!" Aang tried to plead with her.
She lifted her lips off his cock. "Huh? I am I doing something wrong?" She said just before several spurts of Aang's seed splattered on the lower part of her face. "Eeep! What? What?! Help!" she cried as the hot white liquid hit her. On Ji turned toward the other girls with a flabbergasted look on her semen covered face. Her appearance garnered a couple laughs from her onlookers. Aang was quite embarrassed, "I'm so sorry On Ji. I tried to- well...," He paused, "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Here, let me clean that up." Katara held up a towel above her head like a banner, "Right over here, dear." He waved his arms to and fro, waterbending the sticky mess from her face, around his back, and onto the outspread towel. That's fuckin' teamwork.
She observed the amount of spunk he sent onto the cloth, "Wow, Aang. You sure came a lot. You're really getting into this, aren't you? Laying with other women in front of your betrothed girlfriend, tsk tsk."
"I do this all for you, love. Though I can't say I’m not enjoying the fringe benefits, heh. Now, where was I?"
"Eeek!" On Ji yelped as Aang cradled her in his arms and swept her up off the floor. He leapt through the air and gracefully landed on the futon at his right. He sat down and placed On Ji between his legs, facing away from him. He undid the sash of her black kimono and spread it open. "Hey," he whispered over On Ji's right shoulder, she met his eyes in a sidelong fashion. He traced a few ticklish circles on On Ji's tummy with his fingers before he continued, "Katara loves it when I use the 'hands-on' method. May I?" Aang wore a wry smile as he raised his hands into view and wiggled his fingers. On Ji felt the blood rush to her face again as she nodded in approval.
"Oooh, she's gonna love this," Katara commented quietly to Meng. "Hmm?" Meng looked inquisitively over her shoulder at the older girl. "You'll see," Katara assured her.
On Ji's posture was rather stiff as she sat in front of Aang, her outstretched legs barely touched his. Aang half-frowned as he discovered this, *Aww, she’s tensing up again. Though, after what just happened, I can't blame her. Gotta calm her down...* He smoothly kneaded her taut shoulders. "You know...," he whispered once more, "You were very good, before."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. I hope I can make you just as good. Just relax a bit, lean on me if you want. Just get comfortable."
"I'll try..."
His hands left her shoulders and gently oscillated around her front, he savored the warmth of her soft skin. Aang's arms crossed around her midsection and embraced her closer. On Ji eased up somewhat, but not completely.
It was time to bust out the big guns. Aang embraced her just below her chest, his hands stroked the sides of her sternum. On Ji suddenly felt a few of Aang's digits wiggle beneath her underarms. "Hehehe! Aang, quit it! That tickles!" On Ji protested as she squirmed about within his grasp. Aang ceased his tickle attack and waited for the last of her giggles to pass. *Almost there...*
Aang released his hug and grasped her hips. A series of teasing kisses landed upon her shoulder. He found an inviting area of skin on the nape of her neck and eagerly suckled on it as he caressed her inner thighs. On Ji breathed in deeply and let out a relieved sigh as she finally eased backward against Aang's chest. "There you go." He encouraged while he prepared to pamper her most sensitive parts.
Meanwhile, Katara had long since drawn her arms out of her sleeves into the confines of her kimono. She struggled to control her breath as she massaged her own sex. The watertribe woman had been fondling herself at a torpid pace, but the sight of On Ji melting into her fiance’s arms in response to his touch spurned her to stimulate herself more directly. Katara imagined herself in On Ji's position, she teased her moistened inner folds and toyed with her jewel. *Keep going, Aang.* Katara silently rooted her boyfriend onward.

Aang had his hands buried in On Ji's crimson undershorts. He was doing Spirits-knew-what to her most precious of organs. He prompted the most adorable of moans from his partner.
"Aaahhh-ah-aaahnn!" On Ji whined, her voice broke while she pitched up a couple octaves. She writhed under Aang's touch, it was delectable. "Aaahhh-aaaaahn!"
"Hmm. Her moans are so cute, don't you think?" Meng posed to Katara.
Katara struggled to speak through her gasps as she pleasured herself, "Yeah, they're sweet- Ah! Aang, I wanna hear more of that." Meng leered at Katara, a mischievous thought sprouted in her head, *So, she's getting off to this. Maybe if I help things along, she'll tire herself out and ICanGetAnotherGoWithAangy! OHOHOHO!*
Meng flipped her robe off of her naked body and stood tall. She stretched her arms above her head in a nonchalant manner before speaking in mock-disgust, "Ugh, Aangy and On Ji, can't you see that you're boring Katara to tears!"
"What?" The other three answered simultaneously. Katara grew a little incredulous at Meng's interruption. *This had better be good, you gap-toothed fox-minx.*
"Yeah!" Meng knelt in front of On Ji. Aang's hands were obviously busy within her undershorts, "For starters, what's with all the modesty, On Ji. Let's get those shorts off!"
"I said, d-don't rush-Aaaah-aaahhhn!" On Ji cried those same delicious sighs as Aang continued his ministrations.
"Heh, I didn't think so. Now off with those pesky shorts!" Meng grabbed the waistband of On Ji's undershorts and tugged them down her legs, she lifted the garment upward to deny On Ji any semblance of leverage. The Fire Nation native tried her best to hamper Meng's efforts with a meager jostling of her legs, but she was quickly exposed to the others. Aang had two forefingers buried to the second knuckle within her muff, his thumb was conveniently positioned near her clitoris. He paused his shallow thrusting while Meng intervened.
"Well, that's one problem solved. Next, why aren't you kissing Aangy back?" Meng asked
On Ji looked down at the motionless fingers that prodded her sex, she didn't answer.
"He's a pretty good kisser!" Meng enticed in singsong. On Ji looked over her shoulder at Aang, she felt his phallus throb against the small of her back through her kimono. On Ji now knew what she wanted next. She removed his fingers, wriggled out of his lap, turned toward him, and straddled his legs across his kneecaps.
On Ji leaned in toward Aang, the two locked lips for a few long moments. In comparison to the smooches Meng shared with Aang earlier, this kiss was rather chaste. The two broke away, On Ji gazed down at his renewed erection. She gave it a few feathery strokes before she stammered, "Can I-...no. I _want_ to be on top, Kuzo- I mean Aang!" He grinned assuredly at On Ji before she kissed him again.
This kiss didn't last nearly as long as the last one, Meng slid off On Ji's black kimono and undid her red-tinted chest bindings in record time. The cloth fell to the floor and On Ji tried to cover herself. Meng grabbed On Ji's wrists and pinned them to her sides, "You're a terrible tease, On Ji. He's ready for you, girl!"
Aang leaned back on his elbows and beckoned On Ji to him, he looked over to the side and spied Katara's devious expression. He reflected on his impossibly good fortune. *Thank you, The Universe.*
"M-Meng, you really don't have to do this." On Ji pleaded. The night air made her chest tingle. The brisk temperature compounded her arousal, her nipples turned rock-hard. Meng directed Aang's attention to her bare chest, "Ooh Aangy, just look at these beauties!" The dark-skinned girl cupped On Ji's breasts as if she were a traveling merchant peddling her wares, "They're not as BIG as mine, but they're so perky! C;mon, touch 'em, feel 'em!"
"Meng, please..."
"Don't mind if I do!" Aang's hands joined Meng's as they gently caressed On Ji's bosom. His thumbs traced circles around On Ji's areola. Meng softly rubbed the underside of her bust, the subject of their sensations nervously purred under their collective touch.
Mere moments passed before Meng found her audience was requested elsewhere. "Ow, ow, ow-ow ow ow!" Meng yelped as Katara lead her by the ear, away from the futon to the pile of pillows on the floor. "Sit." Katara barked. Meng complied. In a huff, she sat cross-legged atop the cushion she snuggled against earlier. Katara kicked a pillow onto the floor behind Meng and plopped on top of it. She spread her legs, framing at the younger girl's form in between them. Katara enveloped Meng into the dark azure kimono that adorned her body.
"I don't think On Ji needs any more of your 'help'. Leave her be," Katara paused her whisper, "If you behave, well...we'll see what happens." Meng silently nodded in agreement, *YES! More time with Aangy!* She pumped her right fist in excitement and reclined against Katara within the confines of the comfy kimono. Meng paid little mind to the two rock-hard nipples that poked her shoulder blades. Katara's hands rustled inside the robe, she resumed pleasuring herself in short order.
Finally freed from the her encouraging yet harassing interloper, On Ji went about things at a more sensible pace. She eased into Aang's embrace, he tenderly suckled on a hardened teat. Aang used free hand to gave the other breast a few soft squeezes and kneads. He felt On Ji's chest heave as her breaths deepened. "Ah! That feels real nice, Ku-...Aang." On Ji mumbled.
Aang pulled away and leaned back on his elbows, "Here, let me make this a little easier for you." He motioned with his arms in a circular fashion and airbended a gust of wind toward the floor, his old headband took flight around the room. "My name is Aang," he began, the headband traveled up the wall and along the ceiling back toward him, finally landing in his open palm, "But you knew me as 'Kuzon'." He tied the headband around his forehead, obscuring the end of his arrow tattoo.
"So, just call me Kuzon for tonight." Aang smiled. In any other situation he would be adamantly against covering his arrow, but the rest of his tattoos were oh-so visible right then. He had no problem giving some lip-service to an old disguise of his.
On Ji drew her hands to her mouth and giggled at the gesture. Her eyes scanned his upper body noting the light blue Air Nomad tattoos on his arms. A forlorn look fell on her face as she leaned forward onto Aang's chest, Aang looped his arms around her and laid back on the futon. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she muttered as she looked off to the side, "The Fire Academy hid so much of the world from us back then."
Aang hummed an affirmative murmur as he gently strummed her back.
Her somber voice turned chipper, "But then you came, 'Kuzon'. Things changed so much after that week, it's hard to describe." On Ji lifted her head from Aang's chest, she met his gaze with a grateful grin, "Thank you, Kuzon." She locked lips with him with fervor, pouring herself into the kiss. Aang's eyes widened for a moment, On Ji's hands brushed along his cheeks before he returned her kiss. The two lingered in their embrace for a long moment.
They smacked lips as they pulled away. On Ji blinked, "Whoa, you're right Meng, he's is a great kisser!"
"Yep-yep-yep. A thousand lifetimes of experience, ladies." Aang cockily announced to everyone.
Katara's moans grew louder. "Mmmm! That is true, but I can tell he's holding back. Aang I want you to..." Katara hesitated "...Kiss On Ji like you would kiss me." Katara panted. It felt SO wrong to request such a thing, the heat building in her center seemed to double afterward.
Aang cradled On Ji's chin and kissed her deeply, she squealed into his throat. On Ji fell into Aang's embrace. They lingered even longer this time, tongues slowly intertwining. What felt like minutes later, they finally broke for air. "Wow." On Ji tilted upward slightly, "Point proven. Now I want to find out what else you remember, Kuzon." The fair-skinned girl gave 'Kuzon' a quick peck on the lips. She sat straight up, straddling just below his groin. On Ji gave his lazy erection a few strokes to wake it up before positioning her moistened entrance above the tip.
On Ji inhaled sharply, she slowly lowered herself around his member. She bit on an index finger while she accustomed herself to the full feeling. "Ooh, Kuzon."
The sight of the coupling sent Katara over the edge, her feet slipped out from underneath the bottom of the shared kimono as she stroked herself to orgasm. "Nnnn- Yyyyyyeeeessssss!" She hissed. Katara's back arched, every muscle in her body tightened as waves of too-good rippled throughout. "Aaah..." she exhaled, "Do her good, 'Kuzon'!"
"Enjoying the performance, I gather?" Meng inquired over her shoulder.
"You couldn't be more correct. But, I won't be the only one in this kimono to enjoy it. Let me inspect those melons of yours."
"Eeeep!" Meng cried while Katara copped a generous feel. "You- you're into girls?!" Meng asked, totally perplexed. Katara shifted herself to Meng's left side, careful not to shrug off the warm garment.
*Oh Mai, this is all your fault.* Katara thought back to the brief cunnilingus session she shared with the Fire Lady not long ago. "Oh yes. In fact, I arranged this entire affair just so I can taste your girl-flesh, now gimme some sugar!" Katara fondled Meng's tits with vigor as she leaned in with the cheesiest kissy-face she could think of. Meng bent away, her befuddled expression turned deadpan. "Ya know, you're pretty bad at jokes, Katara."
"Crud, was it that obvious?" Katara relented. *Yeah. Jokes...*
"Well, for being such a good sport. I guess you can have first dibs when we..." Katara quickly whispered the rest into Meng's ear. The younger girl's face lit up. "Hee-hee..." She smiled dreamily and leaned her head onto Katara's shoulder. The watertribe woman gave Meng's breasts one last curious jiggle, "Those are pretty heavy, they must be murder on your back."
"You don't know the half of it, sister."
Meanwhile on the futon, On Ji slowly rocked her hips atop Aang. "How does this feel, Kuzon?"
"That's really nice. Just move at your own pace, On Ji."
"Right." She said under her breath. On Ji reached up and undid her ponytail, waves of brown hair cascaded down her back. Mirthful eyes gazed down upon Aang, her figure was lithe and alluring. She held her hands out, beckoning for his. Aang was thankful that his earlier release numbed his manhood considerably, he took deep breath to draw out the heat building in his loins before he clasped hands with On Ji.
She intertwined their fingers and flattened their palms together as she rode him. Her movements were tentative at first, she rose a little bit higher on his phallus after every downward thrust. Once she had his length properly gauged, her voice took on a sultry tone, "Hah-aahn...ready for some more, Kuzon?" Aang silently nodded 'yes'.
Her thrusts grew more earnest, Aang angled his elbows onto the futon to give On Ji some leverage. With ever repetition she grew more daring, her butt made audible slaps against his hips. Her long brown hair bounced to and fro, beads of sweat formed on her heated face. "Haah-aahhn...Kuzon, this is great!" On Ji's ear-pleasing moans and sighs reverberated throughout the dimly lit guest house. Aang began to thrust deep into her in time with her cadence.
"Oooh, Kuzon. Just like that!" On Ji crooned. Her inner fire strengthened by the second. Shocks of pleasure crawled up her spine as she drew closer to climax. Her head lolled backward, Aang tightened his grip on her hands to help keep her upright. "Ku-Kuzon...." On Ji squeaked. Aang plunged into her only a few more times more before she came. "Aaaahhh!" Her love muscles seized around Aang's shaft as the rest of her body stiffened. Moments later, On Ji collapsed onto Aang's chest, his manhood still buried inside her. "Ohh, Kuzon...that was amazing."
"You're acting like we're done, On Ji."
"We're not?!" she exclaimed, still catching her breath.
"I told you I would make that mishap up to you." Aang rolled over on top of her and embraced her around the back. With a powerful grunt, he stood up on the futon, bringing On Ji with him. "Wrap your legs around me and hang on to my shoulders." He instructed.
"Oh my!" On Ji squealed.
"Oh my." Meng sighed in envy.
"Mm-Hmm." Katara hummed.
'Kuzon' carried his prey over to the window and set her bottom down on the sill. It was just big enough to support the crux of her rump. "There you go...now I'll just hook under your legs and spread them just a bit and...there." He resumed pumping into her sopping wet mound.
On Ji's grip around Aang's shoulders tightened as her moans quickly turned to howls, "K-Kuzon!" The pressure in her tummy built exponentially, Aang had her on the edge in a mere minute. "What- aahh- is happening to my body?!" On Ji shouted.
"Just relax, On Ji. Enjoy it!" Aang encouraged, his thrusting was relentless. She seized around his cock once more as rapture washed over her. Her stiffened legs pointed toward the ceiling. She dug her nails into his upper back. A few heartbeats later, she exhaled roughly, "Oh Kuzon, thank you. I've never-"
"Nope, please hold your applause until after the performance!"
"You're kidding!" On Ji was in disbelief. She latched on to Aang as he carried her back to the futon. Aang glanced over at double-occupied kimono as he strode across the room. Meng seemed content, as if she were biding her time. Katara had that ever familiar 'I'm going to devour you' look about her. Aang gulped. *Yep, everything seems to be in order here.*
He softly placed On Ji on her left side. She curled her arms under her head as the room spun around her. Aang's voice seemed distant. "Ok, now lift your right leg a bit." On Ji complied with the request, she raised a weak, shaky appendage. Aang straddled her left thigh and wrapped his left arm around her raised right leg before taking her again.
"Aaaah, Kuuzonnn." On Ji was reduced to whimpering yet gracious sighs. "S-so deep." Aang moved his hips in a gyrating pattern, "Feeling good, On Ji?"
"Mmm-hmmm!"
Aang slickened his forefingers and began to tease On Ji's swollen clit as he slammed into her. "How's that?" She propped up on an elbow as if on reflex, "You- tha-that's..." At a loss for words, she flopped on her back with a series of mirthful sighs. That familiar heat spread out in waves all around her body as she accepted her third orgasm. She clawed the futon beneath her and hummed boisterously as if she were enjoying a delicate dessert. Her muscles clinched up for a scant moment, expending what little energy she had left.
Aang withdrew as her limbs went slack and lied alongside her, face-to-face. On Ji's eyelids hung low. She brought him in for one more kiss, after which she uttered, "Thank you, Kuzon." He gathered her tuckered out body, moved her to the head of the futon, and covered her with the blanket. "Pleasant dreams, On Ji."
The Avatar meandered over the edge of the bed, removed his headband, and wiped his brow clean of perspiration. He savored his accomplishment. *Whoa, I made it through all of that without blocking my water chakra. But I was cutting it a little close there near the end...*
Right then, he heard two different pairs of feet pad across the floor. He looked up in time to see a stark-naked Katara headed right for him with an equally nude Meng in tow.
*Whoa! Now that I thought of blocking that chakra, I better do it fast!* Aang grinned from ear-to-ear, he entered his meditative pose. He didn't get much meditating done before Katara tackled him down to the futon. She floated behind him and sat him up in her loving embrace.
"But-but Katara, I didn't block my water chakra yet!" Aang protested.
"That's the point. No Avatar stuff tonight, Aang. No denying yourself pleasure, right Meng?"
"I was hoping On Ji could have joined us, but you sure wore her out! Get to work, Aangy." Meng dropped to her hands and knees and presented her moistened snatch to Aang. "You heard the lady." Katara ushered her love over to the younger woman, she guided his excited member into her honey pot and nibbled on his ear.
On Ji tossed under her sheets, she blinked her half-lidded eyes. The scene of Aang pulling out and releasing his seed on Meng's back was the thing she saw before sleep overtook her. She could have swore she heard Meng right then. "Oh Monkey Feathers...."
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On Ji had this dream frequently. It was warm and fuzzy. She was barefoot in her Fire Academy uniform sitting cross legged in the doorway of her old Fire Nation countryside home, sipping a cup of tea before setting off to school for the morning. She was quietly observing a kindle of young rabbaroos as they frolicked about in the meadow outside her house.
But tonight the dream had a quirk. The rabbaroos had voices.
"Better get it up quick, Aang. I'm next."
"Oh that's not fair, I was so close!"
"If you want your next turn faster, help him out, Meng."
"Fine. C'mere Aangy."
"Oh spirits! Easy there Meng!"
The rabbaroos stumbled upon the neighbor's carrot patch, they feasted on the produce while they chattered.
"Oh yeah, right there Aang! Yes yes yes yes yes MMMMMM!"
"You're taking too long! When will you be finished with Aangy? EEEK!"
"..."
"Oh, so you are into girls afterall. Oh yeah Kat, keep licking that spot. Aaahn!"
"Oh Spirits! She's just full of surprises tonight, isn't she, Meng?"
“You bet, Aangy. Give it to her good! Faster, faster!”
On Ji finished her tea and slipped on her boots in the foyer. She grabbed her scrolls before setting off for school. The rabbaroos were now digging boroughs in the soil.
"So, What's that? 10 times to our combined...25, Aang? Whew."
"I dunno. Maybe a dozen...or thirty? I lost count an hour ago. Ugh, Katara, I need some food. I'm feeling a little drained."
"Meng, can you got fetch us some bean-curd puffs?"
"At this hour....? Hm. Fine. Don't start again until I get back."
"...."
"Eelhound-style?"
"Sure."
On Ji had a rather mundane day at school, it seemed to last less than a couple hours or so. It simply flashed by. She had her homework in hand, the rabbaroos were splashing about in the creek by the road.
"Do it again, Aang."
"Oh Aangy....Haaah. I'm gonna, I-"
"Excellent. Again, I want to see her writhe."
"Whoa whoa, I-I think I've had my fill for tonight. Oh, I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."
"Suit yourself, Meng. It's just you and me now, Aang!"
"...Floozy."
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On Ji stirred from her nap. The sky outside was getting lighter as the sun threatened to break the horizon. Meng snored underneath her kimono amongst the scattered cushions. On Ji's bleary eyes finally focused on Katara lying flat on the floor as Aang leaisurely pushed in and out of. The couple was soaked with sweat and Agni-knows what else. It was beyond her as to how they were able to go at the whole all night without collapsing.
"Katara, I think we should get some sleep. I have an Earthbending class to teach in a few hours...and I'm close again, too."
"Aaah, go ahead Aang. Do it inside. You were awesome tonight."
“Nah, you were more awesome.” He pressed his nose against hers. “I love you.”
“Love ya too, dear. Now, come for me." Aang didn't need to be told a second time, he tiredly thrusted one last time and rested his head on her chest. On Ji sat up weakly, catching the couple's attention.
"Oh, hi On Ji. We were just about to come to bed. Mind if we join you?” Aang staggered to his feet and pulled Katara up alongside him, "We should get cleaned up a bit first, though." Aang and Katara waterbended the sticky fluids off their bodies and sent it out the window to the tiny brook outside. Aang provided a gust of air to dispel the lusty musk that filled the abode.
Aang crawled onto the futon and spooned against On Ji under the sheets, "Good night, On Ji." Katara slipped in behind Aang and gave On Ji's arm a friendly stroke before embracing her love from behind, "Yeah, good night On Ji."
On Ji smiled crookedly, "Good night Kuzon.” She was about to close her eyes again, but a an idea popped into her head. She sat up and turned toward the exhausted couple, giving each of them a thankful peck on the cheek "Good night, Aang and Katara." She slipped underneath the covers again, resting her head against Aang’s chest and placing her hand upon Katara’s as she dozed off.
When the Earthbending class convened, Aang was not in shape to teach at all. It had to be postponed to the following morning as the Avatar recovered from what the villagers described as ‘a head-cold’.
The following evening, Aang gave Katara the best foot massage of all time.
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Here's the bonus art I mentioned at the top! Meng and Aang having an intimate moment: http://imgur.com/XGfom Hope you enjoyed!
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