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A Duty to Breed Pt. 2 (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
🕑 Added 2019-11-29 18:39:49 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Breeding
Summary: Part 2 of A Duty to Breed, based on this picture by MrPotatoParty. In which Suki has taught Sokka an important lesson about what a girl can be capable of, and how strong a warrior a woman can be. But when a small training 'mishap' gives Suki an eyeful she's supposedly not looking for... it's Sokka's turn to teach Suki something about a woman's place and a man's purpose. The rest of the Kyoshi Warriors watching is just happenstance, of course.
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It was nice, getting away from the village and getting to see the village. Of course, Sokka fully recognized that a lot of that came with the responsibility of escorting and protecting the Avatar. If Sokka and Katara weren’t there to keep Aang on task, he was pretty sure that the young airbender would never get anything done. And truth be told, he was kind of invested in making sure Aang eventually stopped the Fire Nation and brought peace and balance back to the world. Maybe then, Sokka’s dad and the other men of the tribe could finally come home. Maybe then Katara would stop insisting he breed her all the time.
Regardless, Sokka was actually quite happy when their first stop after leaving the Southern Water Tribe had them running smack dab into the Kyoshi Warriors of Kyoshi Isle. Sure, none of them were the earthbending teacher that Aang needed, but they were something else even more exciting in Sokka’s eyes… warrior women, who unlike Katara, weren’t all obsessed with getting fucked and bred.
Of course, Sokka made quite the fool of himself on their first encounter. As far as first impressions went, he could readily admit that his was sexist and even slightly misogynistic. He blamed Katara, of course, his lewd slutty sibling giving him an idea of what all girls their age should be like. But Suki and her warriors weren’t like that. They dismantled Team Avatar near effortlessly, and Sokka was more than man enough to admit that he wanted to learn from them, desperately.
So, he’d gone back on his own to their training dojo. He’d given into all of their demands in exchange for training in their ways, including trading his Southern Water Tribe garb for Kyoshi Warrior armor and even the face paints and hair style that they all wore. Of course, in the midst of his exultation that he’d finally found a bunch of young women NOT obsessed with boys, Sokka ended up changing… right in front of them.
None of the Kyoshi Warriors could mistake the bulge in his undergarments, even as he slipped out of his pants and into one of their battle skirts without complaint. Most of the young women managed to keep calm about it, but one in particular couldn’t resist sneaking a peek when it came her time to spar with Sokka. Unfortunately, this ‘sneak peek’ resulted in Sokka’s entire battle skirt coming apart in the process, falling to the ground… along with his underwear.
Needless to say, once he realized how exposed he was, the young man had quickly done his best to cover himself up and hide his absolutely massive water tribe male dong from the eyes of the painted young women all around him. All of whom found themselves staring at his crotch for those long seconds where he HADN’T covered himself, Suki included.
Training had gone on that day, once Sokka was decent again, and the water tribe male had chalked it all up to an accident, and even internally praised the female warriors for seeming to not care, for taking it all in stride. However, the next day, Suki called Sokka to the dojo for a private one-on-one session…
As Sokka steps inside, he finds Suki kneeling in the center of the dojo, meditating. However, when he tries to move over to the nearby closet to change into Kyoshi Warrior armor and apply the face paints from yesterday, her voice calls out to him.
“No, not today. Come here.”
Shrugging, Sokka does as he’s told. After all, he’s submitted himself to Suki’s training, and he can’t exactly deny the young woman when she’s proved to be such a strong, independent girl… honestly, Sokka has a bit of a crush, at this point. Once he’s in front of her, Suki rises from her kneeling position, her eyes drifting open. She takes him in for a long moment, and if her eyes seem to flicker down to his crotch, well, Sokka is surely just imagining things, right?
“Today, I wish for us to spar as we did before, with you using the combat techniques of your people. I trust you brought your boomerang?”
Sokka blinks, pulling it from its place behind his back and holding it up. He almost makes a pithy comment, but Suki sounds so solemn, so he keeps it serious as well.
“I did…”
Drawing her fan, Suki gives one simple, sharp nod as she falls into a combat stance.
“Very well then… come at me.”
Sokka would never admit it out loud, but he couldn’t help but feel like his so-called ‘combat techniques’ were pretty useless against Suki and her Kyoshi Warriors. Maybe she thought that with a day of training in their ways under his belt, he’d have a better idea of how to fight them? Well, Sokka supposed that was technically true. Falling into a somewhat shaky combat stance of his own, a mixture between Kyoshi Warrior and (untrained) Water Tribe Warrior, the young man purses his lips together… and then springs into action.
He fully expects for Suki to dismantle him in moments, even as he leaps at her with a sharp cry, jumping into the air and then tossing his sharpened boomerang at an angle to try and catch her from the side. He expects her to deflect his boomerang, and then catch him as he falls towards her, tossing him over her shoulder perhaps and pinning him to the ground.
That’s not what happens though. Instead, what happens is… somewhat mind-boggling? Somehow, too fast for Sokka’s eyes to really properly track, Suki turns into his boomerang in just the right way so that instead of deflecting it away harmlessly, it cuts right through the weakest points of her combat skirt. Her skirt falls off, revealing that underneath the traditional garb of a Kyoshi Warrior, Suki… is buck-naked, not even wearing underwear of some kind, her long pale legs abruptly on full display.
Sokka’s eyes widen at that, even as the normally unflappable warrior girl squeaks and rushes to cover herself up. But Sokka is already falling towards her, and quite suddenly, he finds himself on top of Suki, pinning her down to the ground as she flails helplessly beneath him. Helplessly? He knows for a fact that this girl is anything but helpless! Something is rotten here, and as Sokka watches Suki flush, even through her white face paint, as he watches her eyes flicker from side to side nervously, he begins to get an idea of what’s going on.
“I-It would seem… it would seem you’ve defeated me. W-What will you do with me now that I’m in your clutches, W-Water Tribe Savage?”
And that just about crystallizes it for Sokka. He finds himself staring down at Suki in disbelief… and something akin to growing anger. It’s just… he’d been so happy, to find an island full of warrior women who didn’t care about his dick or the fact that he could make them all pregnant. It’d been such a nice change of pace to be looked down upon for being a man for once, if he was being honest.
But he’d been wrong to hope, it seemed. He’d been wrong to dream. And as Suki squirms oh so ‘helplessly’ beneath him, the both of them knowing that she could break free of his grip in an instant… something in Sokka snaps. She wanted the Water Tribe Savage? Fine! She’d get the Water Tribe Savage!
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“You like that? You like that, you Kyoshi SLUT?!”
“Y-Yes! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! Please don’t stop, oh gods, Sokka you’re stirring up my insides! Don’t stop fucking meeeee!!!”
As Suki’s final word draws out, signifying yet another explosive orgasm from the young woman, Sokka grunts from the sensation of her cunt walls gripping tightly around his cock. He doesn’t let that stop him though, continuing to fuck the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors as he has been for a while now, plowing her doggystyle on the floor of their training dojo as Suki in turn bounces her hips back into his thrusting, pistoning prick, moaning wantonly all the while.
The Kyoshi Warrior is stripped down to little more than her breast binder at this point, wearing absolutely nothing else, and Sokka has to admit, she’s a lot fitter and firmer than Katara, while still being bouncy and feminine in all the right places. It’s a different sort of experience from fucking a water tribe girl like Katara, that’s for sure. And not just because of their difference in skin color, but also Suki and Katara have lived fundamentally different lives.
But that doesn’t seem to change the thing that they both have in common… a love for Sokka’s big fat cock. As Suki moans and groans and whimpers around his member, Sokka can’t help smirking a little bit. Leaning forward, he squeezes at Suki’s firm ass with one hand, while the other reaches up and grabs her by her brunette hair, tugging her head back a bit.
“You girls are all the same, aren’t you? You all just want one thing from me…”
“Yesss~ more, more, mooore!!!”
Pulling Suki’s head back, Sokka isn’t surprised to see her eyes crossed and her mouth open in a big O, continuous moans leaving her lips. Her face paints are beginning to run though, the pleasure seemingly enough to make her eyes water up. She looks nothing like the Kyoshi Warrior he’d so respected before today. She looks ridiculous… like a painted whore.
With a growl, Sokka fucks Suki harder, pounding into her cunt, thrusting up against the entrance of her womb again and again. Leaning in further, he whispers directly into her ear as he fucks her as hard as he can.
“Shall I breed you, Suki? Shall I knock you up and leave you with a souvenir of our time together?”
It’s the sort of thing Katara would like, and Sokka finds himself perversely wondering if Suki will respond to it in the same way. If she wholeheartedly rejects it, he’ll pull out, of course. Honestly, he kind of likes the idea of coating her already white face in more white, hot cream, giving her face paints an extra layer to them and making Suki wear his seed for the rest of the day at least.
But much like Katara before her, Suki responds in an extremely positive way to the idea of him breeding her. Namely, she orgasms HARD around his cock and her clenching cunt squeezes and milks his member for all its worth as she moans wantonly, nodding her head up and down as best she can while he’s gripping her hair.
“P-Please! Gods, please knock me up, Sokka! Take your big fat cock and fill me with your spunk!”
Yeah, his image of Suki as a strong, independent woman is increasingly becoming ruined. It seemed that more than anything, she was just waiting for a guy like him to come around and give her what she REALLY needed. Still, her words and the tightness of her cunt… it’s all more than enough to send Sokka flying right over the edge. With a victorious, vicious, altogether primal roar, the young Water Tribe Warrior fills the bitch in front of him with his seed, pumping a nice, thick load of white, hot cum right up into Suki’s womb. He splashes his seed all over her inner walls, filling her to the brim and then some before he’s finally finished with her.
Releasing his hold on Suki’s hair, Sokka pulls back, barely breathing heavily, while the Kyoshi Warrior herself falls forward flat on her face, ass up in the air, quim quivering and legs twitching, clearly spent from the rough sex she’d just received. Sokka slowly stands up and gets ready to retrieve his pants and go… but when he turns around, it’s to find that they’re no longer alone… and probably haven’t been for quite some time.
The entrance to the dojo is filled to the brim with every single other Kyoshi Warrior… and as he turns towards them, his half-hard cock twitching and even beginning to come back to life at their presence, they all freeze up… and then begin to disrobe. Sokka can only stand there in mild disbelief as well as some exasperation as a variety of painted young women get down on their hands and knees and crawl over to him.
The warrior women all crowd around his cock, and one by one, begin taking turns sucking him off, the whole lot of them using their hands to pleasure themselves, and their mouths to pleasure him, leaving their red lipstick all over his massive schlong, even as Sokka grunts in enjoyment, his hands reaching out and closing around their headpieces to help guide them.
Looked like he wouldn’t be leaving just yet, any time soon. He knew Aang wanted to get a move on, but wasn’t Gran always telling him that this was Sokka’s duty as well? A man’s duty, as it were… a light grin spreads across the young man’s face, even as he allows the Kyoshi Warriors to give in to their most feminine desires, even as he allows them all to be the young women they are and worship his cock.
In the end, its Katara who pulls him out of the ongoing reverse gangbang two days later, but by that time the damage is already done. Sokka has cum inside every single Kyoshi Warrior at least once, and in the case of their leader, multiple times. He’s filled each and every one of them with spunk, and as Katara, who’s just starting to show her own pregnancy, drags him away, Sokka can feel it in his bones that more than half of them have been knocked up from this.
As Team Avatar departs, Sokka has left behind quite a few ‘souvenirs’ inside of the Kyoshi Warriors’ wombs… and he’s become a bit of a legend among them as well, leaving them all with memories to fantasize over, and that big fat cock of his to model their next sex toys after.
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Cambrian
Thanks fixed!
HiddenPatreon
In the 4th to the last paragraph you say Zuko instead of Sokka.
