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Cold sweat pooled on her forehead. Katara turned for the umpteenth time of the night. Her ocean blue eyes swam in her red-tinged sclera. She hadn’t been able to get quality sleep for the past two nights. Her mind constantly raced and her heart swirled with a myriad of emotions, some of which the beautiful waterbender failed to acknowledge.
A slideshow image of a huge blushing co*ck buckling under its own girth, flashed in her mind’s eye.
“Uhhgh…,” she groaned and kicked her feet. Since witnessing Zuko’s and Toph’s secret meeting, she hadn’t been able to think about much else and had effectively barricaded herself inside her room, using the excuse of being under the weather to keep from being bothered. She was really suspended in shock and anger upon discovering the affair. Not to mention the embarrassment.
The night she ran back, Katara immediately jumped into a marathon of skimming her cl*t and grinding her box knuckle-deep until the bed was a sloppy, sweaty pool of squirt.
“f*ck-!”
Katara squeezed the down-made pillow around her head in frustration. What she had seen only reignited her loathe for the Prince.
‘How could he…How could he just–...?’ This time it was Toph’s face with gunky, pearl-white nut sludging down on one side, capturing her wild thoughts. Today she had forgone masturbation out of spite; for whom, she wasn’t quite sure of. ‘I’m gonna f*cking kill him.’ Zuko was clearly exploiting Toph’s feelings.
The anger helped curb the need to dive back into her quivering puss*. What helped more were the two gentle knocks at her door, making her jump. Katara chastised herself for being so on-edge as she got up to answer the door.
She scanned her figure. Her loosely wrapped bindings strained and dipped under the weight of her breasts. The haphazard wrap criss-crossed unevenly over itself, leaving wide gaps of supple titflesh to be drooled over. Her blue panties hung at an angle, dipping sexily under her wide hips.
‘It doesn’t matter who it is,’ Katara reasoned with herself. She swung the door open, not caring to ask who it was or what they wanted before doing so. A small shock of thrill bolted through her as she thought about who it could be. She was instantly eye-level with the prominent blue arrow tattoo that highlighted Aang’s presence.
“H-Hey Katara…I was just coming to check on you…you know, because I– we all haven’t seen you in a while.” Aang turned his head away from her, trying, and failing to not ogle her swelling bust. “I have some herbal tea!”
The airbender showcased the small teacup on a saucer and flashed his nervous but honest smile at her. Katara would be lying if she said that she wasn’t a little miffed at his arrival. She quickly masked it by putting on her “Aang smile”.
“Thanks, Aang! I think I’m starting to feel better, just a little restless,” she said as she took the tea from him.
“Yeah, those bags under your eyes are huuuge! And you look a little pale. You should rest! Oh–I guess that is what you were doing…,” Aang scratched the back of his head and darted his eyes at her naked hips and thighs.
‘Of course. puss*. Why else be here?’ Katara thought. She contemplated her relationship with the energetic boy. Where exactly was it leading to? Did she yearn for anything more than a quick f*ck from her most consistent dick? She let the questions stir beneath.
“–And what’ve you been eating–”
“Do you wanna f*ck?”
‘Better to get to the point.’
Katara used two fingers to pull down a loose strand of binding that curved over her nipple. No matter how many times she and Aang fooled around, it never felt natural. Her smile washed into something between goofy and slu*tty as the Avatar’s eyes went wide, admittedly not out of surprise, but of excitement; like a child in a candy shop.
Still standing at the entrance, Aang's hands instantly went to her massive brown tit*. He worked his hands over them fast, weighing the boobmeat accordingly and then softly sliding his palms around the fat mounds. The bindings were barely a hindrance as he pressed the sweaty tit* together and squeezed, just like she had taught him.
‘Maybe…we can work out?’ Katara thought as she hissed and grit her teeth.
“You’re so beautiful Katara. You’re the best, I–”
She quickly cut him off with a kiss. Katara shoved her tongue down the shorter boy’s throat, dominating him and exploring the familiar taste. She pulled him inside the room and shut the door behind him as Aang's hands fell to her burning hips. Katara pulled him until she felt the back of her knee bump against the edge of the bed, then gave way, falling backwards with the airbender on top of her.
Katara pulled back, the chapped sound of departing lips pumping in their ears. She gripped the sides of her bindings and pulled until they tore rashly around her massive f*ck pillows.
“Suck my tit*,” Katara demanded as she grabbed the back of Aang’s unshaven head. He latched on with the eagerness of a babe. Her breasts hotly slumped against her chest and got mashed from above by Aang’s hand and face.
The Avatar swirled his tongue around her chocolate nipple while he snagged the other between his fingers. He gently rolled, adding and subtracting pressure based off the waterbender’s mewls.
Katara flung her arms above her head and let her warm pits breathe. “Oh~ Nibble on my f*cking tit*,” she breathlessly moaned, then pushed the boy's head down harder. It was so nice when someone else did the work. Like a good student, Aang obliged and carefully swiped his teeth against the pert nipple.
“GAH!”
He played with the protuberant buttons between his lips and fingers with a familiarity that rivaled the Avatar relics that he played with as a baby.
“f*ck, Aang~!” Katara wanted to suffocate the airbender in her brown, meaty, boob-jugs. “ Yessss~. Clean my f*cking tit* with your tongue!”
She closed her eyes and repositioned him so that his head was sandwiched between her wobbling melons. Aang got to work and peppered sloppy, wet kisses across the flawless surface area of Katara’s impressive rack. He moved with an exhausting fervor, at such speed that he was motorboating the plump tiddies. A forbidden heaven for the noble airbender.
It wasn’t before long that Aang began frenziedly humping on top of Katara’s larger body. His usual plea for more. Katara wrapped a hand around and placed it under Aang’s shirt and on his lower back. She drew soothing circles with her palm to signal that she was willing to go further. Deeper thrusts from the shorter boy let her know that she got the message.
“Ahh~”
Katara gasped and tried to match the roll of her hips to Aang’s frantic thrusts. Every third or fourth thrust, his boner scraped just right against her barely covered puss*. She assumed it was just as good for Aang, judging by the cute grunts he was letting out.
“Ka-Katara!” He muffled from between her fleshy, humongous, tit*!
‘Toph– ehgh~!...Doesn’t have huge f*cking milkers like these,’ Katara thought while trying to synchronize Aang’s mindless runts to her own.
It pissed the waterbending master off that she even cared for the comparisons between Toph and herself. Obviously, there was no comparison, she inwardly huffed. She needed to prove it though.
“Aang.”
He pulled his head from her bosom. “Katara?”
“Sit on me.”
“...?”
Katara reached between the two of them and grabbed Aang’s throbbing rod through his trousers. “Get your dick out and sit on me,” she commanded while Aang moaned, literally within the palm of her hand.
Like a startled animal, Aang quickly stood on the mattress and untied the drawstrings of his beige pants, letting them drop.
Aang’s co*ck stood ramrod straight and totally perpendicular to the rest of his body. A small pearl of precum bubbled from the end of his twitching co*ck. He was hairless and without many veins traveling along his length. The air nomads didn’t circumcise their young as they feared doing so was a direct violation to their natural forms. They did not however, hold the same belief when it came to tattoos. The Avatar was so erect that peeling him back with her tongue wouldn’t be required.
“Now sit, and slap your dick right here.” Katara took her large breasts in her hands, the whopping breastmeat overflowing between her fingers and gyrating in her palms, then slapped the plentiful f*ckmeat together like a lewd ballad to lure lonely co*cks between her fat mounds. “f*ck my titt*es~💗!”
Aang sat on her so fast that he knocked the air out of her. His smooth co*ck quickly disappeared inside the valley of hot boobmeat.
‘Toph can’t do this,’ Katara smirked.
Aang wasted no time placing his eager meat between Katara’s boobs and started pistoning away. Her chest was a playground for Aang to fling his turgid co*ckmeat into and f*ck-off with, especially with her bindings being lost to the previous foreplay. Her moist funbags were just sweaty enough to not require any lubricant, not that Aang would have even cared. He was just grateful to have access to such pleasure.
The airbender’s naked ass and balls scrubbed against her as he drove himself into her boob walls over and over again. The grip he held onto her soft co*ckwarmers was not too hard and not too soft. Like everything else, Aang strived to find a gentle balance in lovemaking because he didn’t quite understand the mechanizations of disrespectful sex. Katara would need to guide him and when he carried out her order obediently, it destroyed the illusion of passion and her burning desire. He was just good enough to bring Katara to the edge, or, with instruction, meek out a dry-mouthed org*sm.
While Aang had the time of his life, suspended in euphoric bliss, Katara secretly wondered if the veiny c*nt-digger she saw Toph worship two nights ago was long enough to pierce through her cleavage and press against her puckered lips.
“You love my giant tiddies, don’t you~ ?” The question barely drilled through Aang’s stupor.
“Huh? Ah, uhh, yeah Katara. You’re great! Ungh!”
“You wanna paint my swampy dickhuggers white with your gooey load~💗? ” Katara moved her hands onto Aang’s and made him choke his pulsing co*ck with her busty mammaries.
“Ohh- Katara…it feels…good…”
Aang could barely form a sentence and his head reeled back in pleasure. Katara resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He was always so predictable.
“Or maybe…,” She squeezed harder and slid her massive titt*es along his length, twisting and turning his meat in the heated jerk hole. Up, down, up, down. She made sure her boobs squished together enough to allow her dark nipples to rub against each other. “You want to spill your seed in my womb and repopulate the nomads?” Katara batted her eyelids as Aang paused to keep from webbing his nut between her tit*.
Like clockwork, Aang jumped from her chest and positioned herself between her legs. His hand lined his spasming co*ck, earnest to do his duty and shoot life into the girl that he had immediately fallen in love with.
Unfortunately, fate played a different hand…sort of. Right as the head of Aang’s co*ck pressed against Katara’s drooling sex, he lost all fortitude and spurted his steaming ball juice all over Katara’s fertile c*nt.
“Nhgg ghhnn! Ka-Katara!”
Aang grunted and urgently sheathed his dilating member in Katara’s vice-grip cunny.
“Hah~”
Katara’s eyes widen at finally being filled while her puss* wrings as much boiling hot nut from Aang’s dick as possible. The spilt ji*zz that slathered her plump, outer c*nt-lips added to the sloppy union as the uncircumcised co*ck let its own sperm coat its shaft like a glossy third skin; not that it was needed of course.
Aang let off one more stringy rope of pearly splooge before groaning adorably and sinking back into Katara’s sweaty bosom. Katara’s trained nut-drainer slurped and milked all that it had been given. Though high on pleasure, it had been short-lived, the point exaggerated by how she could feel Aang’s shrinking meat inside of her.
‘He can make it up to me,’ Katara thought from under her soaked bangs.
“I’m the best, aren’t I?”
She couldn’t help herself. Competition bred within Katara as naturally as the waves bent to her will. Her warped experiences led the teen to congruently measure her prowess as a gifted bender with how skillfully she took co*cks.
“Yeah…you’re the best…”
Aang dazedly snuggled up to her, like a child would his own mother. The metaphorical relationship creeped her out but it paled-in-comparison to the taboo lust that Toph and Zuko exhibited. Within a couple of minutes, Aang was out like a candle, snoring freely and cooing to the soft warmth of puss* that his length was still engulfed by.
Katara contemplated shrugging him awake for a proper round two; he had the energy for it she knew, but ultimately decided against it.
‘I need something…else…’
She was driving herself crazy trying to figure out how to properly satisfy herself. Masturbating didn’t work, pleasing a more willing dick didn’t work. Her thoughts eventually wrapped back to that night and what she had seen under the moonlight, and all of sudden she was horny…and angry again.
Katara scowled and pushed her feelings below the surface.
‘I’m better than her so it doesn’t matter,’ Katara huffed. ‘Besides, I’d never let Zuko get near me with his long, fat, HOGDICK~!’
She winced at her own admission. Zuko was bigger than Tyro…he was as big as the times she had accidentally seen her father. If Aang hadn’t been at her door, she was sure she would have jumped him anyways. She needed to blow off a little steam.
Katara relaxed her muscles and focused on the ceiling and the extravagant chandelier of the gaudy bedroom. For some reason Zuko had fond memories of this place. It was damning that she could see why. She guessed that even for a non-waterbender, the soothing pull of the tides reached an uneasy heart.
Push….pull…push…pull. The pump mesmerized her for the better part of an hour and kept her mind at bay.
“I just wanted to say thank you. I really needed to get that out.”
Aang’s words jolted her from a trance so deep, she hadn’t realized she’d been awake.
“You’re so good. Like really good, and you make me feel really good.” He adjusted his head so he could meet her eyes.
“Yeah, Aang…It felt good.”
“My training is coming along well,” he boyishly kipped up. He was far too dense and innocent to read Katara’s body language. “Zuko’s been teaching me this new move and it’s in-sane. The stuff that guy comes up with, he’s like a brooding genius! I guess that just comes with experience–”
“Let’s not talk about training,” says Katara shortly. Aang frowned and Katara reprimanded herself for being so terse. “Y’know–, because of the war and all. Sometimes it’s best to give yourself a break.”
“Right! We all need a break,” his hand squeezed one of her tit*, eliciting a small whimper from the waterbending master. His hand failed to wrap around the plushy circumference but still bulged her doughy boob upwards, letting her nipple strut vertically like a pirouette.
“I wanna go penguin sledding with you again…and Hakoda too!” He quickly adds. “Because y’know, the war will be over and all– Oh, sorry! I know you don’t want to talk about the war, I just mean after and we can be at the Southern Pole and we–”
“I’ll go make breakfast!”
Katara jumps from the relentless conversation, her nude form resembling a goddess as she walks to throw a top over her shoulders.
“Of course! I’ll help you!” Said Aang as he fumbles in the tangle of sheets, his devotion matching that of a polarbear-dog pup.
“No need,” Katara cut in for the hundredth time. “It’s early. I can fix it before everyone wakes up. She flexed her wrist and Aang’s ill-aimed cum splattered onto the soiled laundry she kept in a corner of her illustrious room, much to Aang’s gloom.
She pulled the Fire Nation-styled skirt around her wide, co*ck-reinforcing hips and fled from her foreign chambers. In truth, Katara had plenty of time to prepare a morning meal for the rest of the group. It’s the role she practically begged for after one too many nights of drinking Sokka’s rancid porridge.
‘I just need to get away from Aang for a little while.’ Katara bit her lip in guilt. ‘He’s just so exhausting sometimes…’
‘The sex is…enough.’ Most of the time she felt grateful that Aang was so enamored with her. That someone so special, whole-heartingly chose her. There was a sort of spectacular romance to it. When they won this war, Katara was confident that Aang could marry the most beautiful wife across any nation. She wondered if the young airbender would still hold such feelings for her.
Shamefully, teenage crushes and the availability of her tight puss* was what had won the Avatar over. She didn’t have many options, so jumping him and strangling his virgin dick with her c*nt a year ago was almost a forgone conclusion.
Aang was juvenile in a lot of things but the most consistently grating ignorance he possessed was towards her feelings. At times, the energetic boy was just so hard to be around. He didn’t get it, and Katara often questioned how many years she would have to wait for him to get it.
The infantile morning beams basked Katara in a new light, soothing her, even if only a little. Her thoughts were endlessly pulled back to the last airbender. She could envision a future with the boy after the war, if he was older…more mature. Sometimes she felt like she had entertained his child-eyed wonder at the neglect of her own feelings. It was like having another brother.
‘UGH!’ Katara wanted to barf!
The waterbending master soon found herself at the bank of the gorgeous beach. She could be anywhere in the world and the waves would still call to her. The first thing she noticed since infiltrating Fire Nation territory, besides the blistering heat and the emphasis on nationalism, was the vibrant and awe-inspiring natural scenery.
‘For a group of people bent on destroying the rest of the world, they sure know how to keep theirs in-tact.’
She could feel the powerful waves of salt water push and pull. A delicate dance that offered itself a tribute to infinity. The life that flourished just beneath the wash of white, and the warmth of the sun attempting to melt into the vast ocean.
Katara opened her eyes and marveled at how the rising sun encompassed everything and crowded the backdrop. It made it easy to spot the busy helmet-crab scurry away from a invading current. She watched it run and burrow into the sand for cover but even that didn’t save him. The flow snatched and drew him back; failure to reach the backshore would surely be his doom. Katara raised her hand, ready to ensure the small crab's immediate survival but was beaten to it when a hand reached down and placed the crab out of harm's way.
Zuko had been so still and focused in his early meditation, Katara had missed him sitting in the rear berms. The sun bounced off his skin in a way that demanded her attention. Not a muscle was out of place as she watched his shirtless form settle back into his morning cogitation.
Katara’s eyebrows furrowed as she bit her lip in a tiring dichotomy. She hated the way he made her feel. She hated what he did with Toph when he so obviously wanted her. She hated that he had a co*ck long enough to knock her womb around~💓! In a fit of anger, Katara rushes from the leafy underbrush.
His morning meditation had grown even more essential as of recently and it was already a must for someone like Zuko. “ A young man with an unhealthy imbalance of emotions,” is how his uncle used to put it.
‘Uncle…’
Wherever the old man was, Zuko was unsure if he would–no–could ever be able to make it up to him. Or maybe his uncle would hate him forever, wishing for his nephew's end even after Aang put an end to the war…
A forceful hose of seawater pummeled against Zuko’s unsuspecting form. He sputtered and gasped at the assault. He barely saw the second torrent of deadly water snaking at him through the squint of his drowned eye.
Zuko rolled away from the attack and jumped to his feet, ready for battle. The prince couldn’t clearly see but common sense and the outline of a voluptuous woman confirmed his suspicions.
“Katara!?”
His only response was a decisive slicing motion of her arm that the ocean commandingly mimicked. Zuko jumped and fired a burst of flame from his fist, absolving the water into harmless vapor.
Another rippling arm of water threatened to concuss him but Zuko dissipated it handedly, the size of his flames increasing with his annoyance. Zuko failed to notice that the washing waves edged further and further up the beach, until they gripped at Zuko’s ankles!
Katara’s hands shot above her head like a massive tidal wave and Zuko watched her heavy tit* bounce and bob under her top before he felt his feet get pulled from underneath him and his back snap into the sand. Numerous water tentacles circled him, ready to determine the finishing blow. Zuko growled.
“Enough.”
From the ground, Zuko twirled his body around in a flame-whipping volute. The fire canceled the water-made snakes and covered the beach in a sprawling cloud of steam.
Katara waited at the ready. She pulled more water from the surf zone and let it flow around her like an octopus, ready to strike. What she didn’t expect was Zuko to outright charge her.
The firebender tackled her under the veil of the heated steam. They rolled and wrestled down a dune until they reached the base and came to a precarious stop.
The tumble resulted in Katara laying atop of the sexy firebender and face-to-face with his packed bulge. Likewise, Zuko’s head was under her skirt, breathing in the musk of her naked and recently glazed puss*!
Zuko’s breath was as a hot as a furnace and if he couldn’t see the arousal emanating from her phat-as-f*ck, brown mound lips, he could definitely smell it.
“Mhm~!”
Katara buried her face in his even hotter groin area to stop herself from groaning like a bathhouse girl. Something long and fat squirmed beneath his pants, massaging against the waterbender’s gorgeous features. She inhales the addicting scent of blazing wood and co*ck musk, and then nuzzles her nose in the crease of where she thinks Zuko’s balls are sticking to his thigh.
“Oh-hohh~...”
“K-Katara…?”
The sexual tension that constantly grazed the two benders was reaching a precipice. The culmination of unfettered feelings swirled within the rivals turned acquaintances. A clear string of slit nectar drooped like glue from Katara’s dark labia to Zuko’s chin, constructing a weak line of c*nt slime between the two.
The waterbending master blushed, her hubris flaking away as her body temperature shamelessly raced to match Zuko’s.
“Well!? What do you have to say for yourself!?” She tried not to pay attention to how his hands searingly rested on her outer thighs.
“I'm…sorry?”
‘Holy sh*t! Toph’s been milking this f*cking dragon co*ck!?’ She watched his f*ckpipe grow in his pants and Katara couldn’t help but use her big blue eyes to watch tentatively. The thought that Toph had unrestricted access to getting her young c*nt skewered whenever she wanted, while Katara was up late at night dreaming of cumming–
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” She sneers as she stares at his waistline.
“What–What are you talking about?”
Katara wanted to scream. His hands slid higher, presumably preparing to push her off of him.
“Shut!” Katara’s hips wobble for a moment, “Up!” And then she drops her double-wide, caramel booty on Zuko’s face, smothering the firebender in her purring puss*.
“Gagh~!” Katara threw her head back as her fingers scraped against Zuko’s defined cum gutters. “You think you can just wave your giant meat around and expect me to come running? I’m not Toph.”
At the mention of Toph, Zuko inaudibly babbled against Katara’s puss*. His hands slapped Katara’s meaty ass in a desperate attempt to get her off but she stayed true and grounded her sputtering quim on his lips. She’d be okay with him drowning.
“You…you didn’t think I knew about that– Ah~!... Did you? You f*cking perv…”
Katara rides his face with a zealous selfishness. None of his pleads make it to her, just his tongue washing her cl*t as he struggles beneath her. She doubles over so Zuko can get a better mouthful of puss*. Katara drools at the giant bulge threatening to break free of his trousers. His intimidating c*nt-clogger tents the thick fabric, promising to beat against Katara’s face.
“She’s younger than your freak of a sister.”
“EEK!”
Zuko, tired of the confusion and insults, decided to take matters into his own hands! He hugged his arms around the juicy shelf of ass that was currently depriving him of oxygen and squeezed her down until her sopping sex was mashed against his lips. If she wouldn’t stop suffocating him with her drenched puss*, then he would eat her out until she had no choice but to let him go!
His lips parted her thick lower ones and slathers of transparent c*nt sauce flooded his mouth. He tenderly grinded his lips on her sensitive labia before rolling his tongue inside her.
“Ough! Zu-Zuko!”
Katara’s back arched in order to drive Zuko’s tongue further up her gushing c*nt. With clenched teeth, Katara’s eyes crossed as Zuko explored her tightening puss*.
“You–you really think–… uh– I-I’m some type of floozy who loses just from getting their puss* ate?” At the same time she said that, Katara eyed the monster schlong that begged to be drained.
‘N-NO! f*ck him! He’s getting nothing from me…’
Katara’s head was getting hazy. Here she was, on a beach and sitting on Zuko’s face even though she was supposed to be kicking his ass for taking advantage of her surrogate little sister. Intentions were tossed to the wayside when Zuko twirled his tongue around her erect cl*t.
“OHHHgH!”
‘I’m such a slu*t!’
He was punching all the right places with his tongue and lapping at everything she was giving him. Her snatch tried to close around him but he forced his way through, confident that his thirst exceeded her pleasure. Her head dipped, causing her thick locks to fall over her visage as she held onto her focus for dear life. Falling any deeper into pleasure would solidify her impending org*sm.
Zuko could tell the thicc teen was close. He’d take it up a notch. His well toned arms released the clutch he had on her shaking donk and then his hands glided to the underside of her pliant globes of assmeat, pulling them apart. Katara’s massive brown ass spread over his face, granting Zuko complete access to his rival’s most intimate area.
“Hahngh~,” Katara gasped at her asscheeks getting stretched. “I bet Toph doesn’t have a whopping, dick-splitting ass like this~, ” she breathlessly said.
Zuko paused at the admission and Katara wished she had never said it. Her insecurities were starting to shine through, too bright to ignore. Thankfully, Zuko continued.
His tongue barreled as far as it could into her depths and let itself be gobbled by her hungry c*nt. Then he pulled back and expertly pressed on the parts of her walls that she had reacted to most. Katara couldn’t help but compare him to Aang.
“O–OngH!”
Katara was soooo close. She could feel her climax on the cliff; her knees dug into the sand restlessly. Admitting defeat in the final hour, Katara’s hand’s traveled down to her box and used her index fingers to spread her swollen f*ck-flaps even more for Zuko.
Zuko repeated the sequence of digging into her and then scraping her in the best way on his way out, tying her euphoria to the rhythm. His bottom lip started trembling against her cl*t.
“SH-sh*t!” Katara couldn’t hold it any longer and two more stabs into her molten box c*nt had her seeing stars. “I’m g-gonna cum!”
Her hips rolled uncontrollably as she wildly seesawed her soaking puss* back and forth on Zuko’s face. Katara’s back curled as her water-sprayed titt*es bounced and her floodgates opened. The brown teen’s plush thighs squeezed around Zuko’s head like strangling clouds. Long overdo dick-washing syrup splattered all over Zuko’s face!
‘Who-who taught him how to eat puss* like this…?’
Katara could barely string her thoughts together as she rode the rest of the waves of pleasure, her clouded eyes focused on the expanded seashore before her.
‘I could stay like this forever,’ she thought. The lurching teen was melting into Zuko’s mouth.
Zuko used Katara’s lapse to grab palmfuls of the teen’s buttocks and shove her off his face. Katara squealed at being pushed face first into the sand while her still twitching puss* quivered at the touch of the colder air. Her hand quickly reached between her legs to tend to her lewd nuisance but she stopped when she remembered who she was in the presence of.
The firebender gasped for air, finally being able to breathe again and replacing the c*nt-queef air filling his lungs with oxygen. His hand went to his chest to calm his rapid breathing, ignoring the splay of girl-cum glossed over his lips.
“You have some f*cking nerve.”
Zuko craned his neck up to see a fuming Katara. “Me!? You just tried to kill me! Again!”
“Like you're one to talk,” Katara retorted. Her skirt that usually snuggly wrapped around her modest waist now skewed at an angle, revealing an alluring amount of skin. Zuko tried not to stare. “You deserve it anyway.”
“Look. I don’t know what’s going on with you but maybe we should go get Aang to sort this out,” Zuko said as he took a step backwards towards the ornamental beach house where Aang would no doubt jump at a reason to be around the curvy waterbender.
Katara wanted to walk up to the Fire Nation prince and uppercut him but opted not to, on the account that she didn’t quite trust her own body and how it would react if in contact with him.
“And I’ll tell everyone about Toph and then we can all sort that out.”
Zuko stopped in his tracks. “Toph– She–.” His brow furrows and he frowns as he tries to find the right words. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Zuko bows his head, “I’ll tell everyone.”
His apology only infuriated her. ‘You weren’t sorry when you were using your hog-moose dick to shovel out her throat slime!’
Katara’s eyes zipped to his veiny bitchbeaker. Using dick-anomics, she deduces that he’s still at least semi-hard under his baggy pants, the log of puss*-plunger secured to his inner-leg. A familiar heat returned between her thighs. Katara strode up to Zuko, still waiting on any type of acknowledgement to his apology.
“Did you at least eat her out before you crammed your giant dick in her virgin c*nt?” Katara seethed quietly. She made sure not to touch him, for if she did, she knew he might be the second guy this morning to put their butt on her chest and f*ck into her sweaty funbags.
“We haven’t had sex,” Zuko admits, “I wouldn’t let her.” Katara’s eyebrows raised.
“How many times?”
Her hand was hung at her side but it was dangerously close to diving under the waistband of her skirt. Zuko looked at her quizzically. Her finger-thick nipples poked through the expensive Fire Nation silk.
“Only twice.”
“Liar.”
“I’m telling the truth! Only twice.”
“And what did you two do?” Katara bit her lip.
In reality, she knew what the two had done, or at least a part of it. Even if it had been dark and from a distance, she would never forget how Toph unceremoniously spit a wad on his pulsing co*ck and then used it to mar her porcelain face. She didn’t just want to know. She wanted to hear him say it–describe it to her…
Zuko’s boner jumps in his pants at being reminded of the young, surprisingly lustful girl. He looks for a way out of the expected answer and he thankfully spots Aang wandering over a far hill. Probably searching for Katara like he does every morning.
“I think Aang’s looking for you,” says Zuko as he gestures to the Airbender a couple of bends away.
“Tch. Fine,” Katara glowers, ”Knock on my door two hours after supper. I’ll decide if your secret gets out.” Katara walks away, her knees still knocking together due to the aftershocks of her org*sm.
‘I’ll get to the bottom of this! For Toph!’ She exclaims inside her head. Katara dismissed the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
