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A Duty to Breed (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
🕑 Added 2019-06-21 18:34:41 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Breeding
Summary: A potential series based on this series of photos done by the esteemed MrPotatoParty! In which Sokka fucks and breeds his way through the entire female cast. No one is safe from his big dick and virile seed, but that's alright, because the moment any lady lays eyes on his cock, they know exactly what they want. Starting, of course, with a needy, horny Katara.
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“Oh Sokka~”
As the Southern Water Tribe’s only warrior tenses slightly at those words, he does his absolute best to neither groan nor look up from what he’s currently doing. At the moment, that was fishing, his eyes fixated on the crystal-clear water before him as he did his absolute best to try and keep his focus on the task at hand. One of the few great things about living amidst snow and ice… the water was almost always clear, and it made it very easy to see the fish swimming through it. In fact, Sokka was pretty sure he could see a bit of movement even now…
“Soookkaaaa!”
And like that, it was gone as Sokka found himself growling slightly at the distracting, whiny voice of his fishing boat’s only other passenger. With a snarl, the young man finally pulls himself away from his vigil over the watery depths around them and turns to look.
“Yes, Katara?! What is… it…”
He’d known beforehand exactly what he was going to see when he looked. Deep down inside, he’d definitely known. There was no getting away from it, in the end. And yet, that doesn’t make it any less tantalizing, to lay his eyes upon Katara and find the Southern Water Tribe’s only waterbender… well, in a state of undress.
With her fur coat opened up, Katara had her shirt open and her pants pulled down, showing off her dark-skinned breasts and her cute little pussy for him, glistening wet as it was. Sokka groans as he palms his face and shakes his head.
“Katara! You’re going to end up freezing your clit off if you continue on like this!”
“Hee-hee~ Not if you warm it up for me… or maybe I can do it myself!”
One hand slides over to her breasts, groping and squeezing and massaging heat into them as the other slides down betwixt her thighs, where the young woman quickly begins to frig and rub herself off, moaning wantonly and bucking her hips like a bitch in heat. Which, to be honest, she fucking might as well be. Sokka didn’t know how it’d happened, but the instant that they’d both come of age, Katara had… well, she’d become like this.
… Secretly, Sokka suspected Kanna of giving Katara a little pep talk, because really, it was almost like night and day. One moment they’d been arguing and bickering between each other as they always did, the next, Katara was sneaking into his igloo late at night and getting reeeal close… and Sokka, being a young man with a healthy libido, wasn’t exactly going as far as to scare her off.
He kind of understood where it was coming from, after all. It was really just the two of them left in their entire generation. Besides him and Katara, the Southern Water Tribe was made up of a whole lot of old people, and a spattering of little kids, brats that wouldn’t be able to meaningfully contribute for a dozen more winters or so. In the end, it fell to him and Katara to contribute… and maybe Kanna thought that meant they needed to contribute through reproduction as well.
Katara lets out a sudden cry, and her hips rise into the air higher than ever before as she reaches climax, squirting her pussy juices all over the floor of the boat between him. Letting out a growl, unable to contain himself any longer with how HARD he currently was, Sokka reaches down and begins to loosen his own jacket, opening it up and getting his belt unbuckled so he can pull down his pants.
His growing erection flops out of its confines, and before Sokka can even do anything else, Katara is there, on her hands and knees, the boat rocking just a bit as she reaches out and takes hold of his cock securely, gripping it gently but firmly at the base, and opening wide to envelope the head of his member between her lips.
Sokka groans and immediately tosses his head back as he feels her tongue go to work on his shaft. If his theory about Kanna putting Katara up to this was right, Sokka honestly wasn’t sure if this was part of the old woman’s plan or not, but one way or the other, Katara had gotten REALLY good at sucking dick since they’d started doing this together. Her lips suction down around his shaft and her tongue swirls this way and that along his member. She is… superb.
Reaching out, Sokka places a hand atop Katara’s head, but it’s not long before his fingers slide down to where her long hair is plaited into a nice, thick braid. A reverberating hum of approval flows up the length of Sokka’s member at that, as he takes hold of her hair and pulls it up, gripping tightly at the base of her braid.
Meanwhile, Sokka finds himself smiling, slightly, even as he begins to guide Katara up and down his cock with a casual ease that surprises even him at this point. Oh sure, Sokka had always thought of himself as a leader, but that was mostly because he’d had to grow up fast, given the circumstances. He’d never thought about how that might translate to the bedroom. As it turned out, he was naturally dominant when it came to sex.
As such, he instinctively takes control, and maybe gets a little rough with Katara as he slides her mouth up and down his member. But from the look in her bright blue eyes alone as she gazes up at him lustfully and lovingly, Sokka can tell that she doesn’t care all that much, not even when his cock hits the back of her throat and goes down it a little bit, causing her to choke on his member.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
She takes it, because where Sokka is a natural dominant, Katara is a natural submissive. Not that that stops her from being an utterly insatiable minx… and one that has her priorities well in order too. Her hand on his cock has slipped down to his balls now that Sokka is forcing more and more of his member down her throat, and as she massages and kneads his nuts, it’s clear that she feels his cum churning within his gonads, and the fact that he’s getting close to blowing.
Slipping free of his grasp in a maneuver that Sokka still doesn’t really know how she learned, Katara slides her mouth off of his engorged, throbbing cock with a pop… before effectively pouncing on him, and sending him onto his backside in the boat, which rocks all the more dangerously. Not that either of them are all that concerned with the boat rocking. They’ve grown up in the South Pole, and they’ve grown up on the water all their lives. Both Sokka and Katara know exactly how much they can fool around before they might accidentally capsize the fishing boat.
Regardless, as Katara rearranges herself and takes hold of his cock to fit his bulbous head in between her gushing wet pussy lips, Sokka allows her to do so. His focus instead goes to playing with her dark-skinned tits, his hands and his mouth assaulting her exposed breasts, given that they’re now hanging right in front of her face.
Moaning wantonly, the waterbender pants and mewls, even as she fits him inside of her and begins to press down. Like always, Katara is very tight and Sokka is very big, and it makes for a VERY pleasurable combination. The first time that they’d ever done this, he’d honestly been worried that he was hurting her. Long afterwards, Katara had confided in him that it almost felt like she was going to die for the first few moments… but then it’d started feeling good.
As such, Sokka has absolutely no compunctions about what he does next. Sliding his hands down to Katara’s waist, he grips the female waterbender harshly… and then SLAMS her down the rest of the way onto his cock. A cry splits the air, and Katara tilts her head back in ecstasy as her hair loopies fly all over the place from her sudden spasming. Her breasts jiggle enticingly as well, the dark-skinned young woman moaning wantonly into the cold, open sea air.
On Sokka’s end, it feels just as good to have her cunt wrapped around his cock, her hot, velvety inner walls clenching and squeezing down on his length. Of course, if he hesitates for too long, the cold will creep in. They’re both still wearing their fur coats right now, just opened up so that the front of their bodies are exposed to the elements, and more importantly, to each other.
To keep the elements at bay in a time like this, there’s no other way than to couple as fast and as ferociously as possible. Growling, Sokka begins to do just that, slamming his hips up into the waterbender impaled on his cock with all his might, fucking up into her again and again, his member getting wetter and slicker by the moment, but no less warmer as the friction of him fucking Katara as hard as he can from below produces plenty of heat.
Katara, meanwhile, is not idle either. Placing her hands on his shoulders, the dark-skinned girl does her fair share of fast-paced movement as well, bouncing up and down, riding him as hard as she possibly can. Theirs is a rough, quick sort of coupling… but that doesn’t mean it’s over quick by any means. Once in a while they might have a quickie, usually back at camp when someone might walk in on them at any moment.
But out here, on the boat? It’s just the two of them, and they both make use of that, Sokka holding back his orgasm as Katara moans and eventually brings her lips down to his, kissing him heatedly, holding his face in her hands all the while. Their tongues intertwine and they exchange saliva between their mouths as they continue to work in unison to bounce her up and down on his cock as fast as humanly possible.
Sokka’s hands eventually move from Katara’s waist down to her hips and then finally, they slide all the way around to her ass. Katara… has an amazing ass. Now to be fair, Sokka doesn’t have anything to compare it to, really. She’s pretty much the only young woman in the entire Southern Water Tribe, and as such, she kind of wins any beauty contest by being the only available option.
But Sokka just can’t get enough of Katara’s behind. It’s their lifestyle, he’s pretty sure. On the one hand, they live in very cold conditions, and it’s important that they get as much meat on their bones as possible. Sometimes the eating can be a little slim, but Sokka always makes sure to take those times upon himself. He doesn’t let the women, or the children go hungry when he can just go hungry instead, and that includes Katara.
On the other hand, they live a very active lifestyle. They have to, because it’s either keep on fighting the elements, day in and day out, or lay down and die. Which means that Katara is super fit. Maybe she’s not quite as fit as Sokka is. He’s not ripped or anything like that, but he is well-muscled. He has to be, to do what he does.
Katara though… as a result of their circumstances, Katara has the absolute best ass ever, the roundest, softest-yet-firmest derriere Sokka feels he’ll ever lay his eyes upon… or his hands upon, as the case may be. Gripping at her buttocks tightly, Sokka grunts as he fucks up into her, delighting in the moans and the cries of pleasure that Katara is letting out, even now.
She climaxes around his cock again, her pussy juices gushing down his length and her inner walls tightening up even further, and Sokka thinks maybe it’s time to let go. Maybe it’s time to give Katara exactly what she wants. Because they both know why she’s doing this, why they’re doing this. Oh sure, it feels really, really good… but more than anything, Katara wants a baby. It’s all she’s been talking about for ages now, ever since they started their relationship.
It’s up to Sokka to give her one. Up to him to rebuild the tribe, one baby at a time. With a groan as that thought tilts him over the edge, the young man finally unloads inside of Katara’s unprotected womb, while Katara herself bites her lower lip and arches her back for a moment before releasing a screeching scream of ecstasy into the air.
… That’s about the moment that they end up hitting a rip current, and the next several minutes are somewhat terrifying, especially with their state of undress. They lose the boat, but at least they don’t lose each other. Instead, they find themselves on a snowbank… watching on as a massive, spherical ice block cracks open and reveals not only a giant flying bison, but also a bald little monk brat.
What follows is what follows, and somehow Sokka finds himself, along with Katara, traveling with the Avatar of all people in order to get Aang trained and save the world, or something like that. Along the way, Sokka discovers that Katara is not the only woman in the entire world, and Katara learns to share the man who will one day be the father of her unborn child.
But that’s a story for another time.
Comments
Marlon Bryan Muñoz Nuñez
Wow. This is a winner.
Nope! Not sexy, at all.
