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Katara's eyes were locked onto Aang as he took in the unbelievably erotic sight of her: stark naked and pinned to the wall with her wrists bound above her head in two solid blocks of ice.
Her pulse was already racing, blood pounding throughout her body as she watched his darkened gray eyes sweep over her, enjoying all the signs of her own arousal between her flushed face and her temptingly erect nipples beckoning him, in desperate need for stimulation.
"Now that you've captured me," Katara said, voice low and sultry as she stared into her husband's smoldering eyes, gleaming with a familiar hint of mischief. "What are you going to do to me, Avatar Aang?"
He smirked at her in that uniquely seductive way of his—playful, yet filled with a promise of unbridled passion—and her thighs quivered. Her gaze briefly flickered down to fixate on the growing bulge inside his underwear.
Her breath hitched when Aang finally closed the small distance between them by pressing his body flush against her. She could feel his enticing hardness prodding her thighs, and she swallowed back a moan, just as Aang's warm breath hit her lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Master Katara?"
His mouth enclosed over hers, wet and hot and quickly coaxing her lips open with a salacious brush of his tongue. Her lips stretched to welcome the heady glide of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth and heat of his body radiating through her in torrid contrast to the icicles surrounding her wrists.
Ironically, it was her idea to be bound with her native element to allow Aang free rein tonight. Yet, at this very moment, Katara found herself deeply regretting that decision as she so desperately wanted to trail her fingertips down the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen before slipping a hand into his underwear and discover for herself just how desperately he was aching for her.
His overwhelming desire for her was very much evident as the hot tip of his erection brushed her entrance through the fabric of his underwear, and she instinctually rocked her hips forward. He let out a rough moan and cupped her cheek as their mouths clashed together again and again, all tongue and teeth, sending a thrilling shiver throughout her body that had nothing at all to do with the frozen crystals around her wrists.
She released a moan herself, already unraveling before him at his voracious need for her, the way he held her face in his warm palm as their tongues did a passionate dance. Katara arched her back, grinding her hips into him again. He moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating between their lips until he suddenly broke the kiss to pant against her neck.
"Not so fast, my beloved," Aang said, voice hoarse with arousal. "I have plans for you first."
Katara swallowed, pressing her teeth into her bottom lip as she drank in the burning look in his eyes, a vibrant storm between love and lust.
"What kind of plans?" she asked, on the precipice between coy and demanding.
The smirk alone that flickered across her husband's face nearly had another moan tumbling from her throat. He leaned in closely again, brushing his lips to her jaw, then across her cheek, leaving her skin tingling with each featherlike kiss. When he reached her ear, he swept his tongue across the soft flesh of her lobe, and the moan finally rippled out of her, high-pitched and unrestrained.
"Well," he said, the soft sound of his voice reverberating pleasantly against her skin. He pressed another kiss to the shell of her ear. "I could tell you, but… I'd rather show you."
His head dipped to her collarbone. The second his lips met her skin, Katara drew in a sharp breath, bucking into him as his hand came up to grasp one of her breasts, large fingers skimming her hardened nipple as his lips gently clamped over the other.
She shut her eyes and leaned into his magnificent touch, his lips moving across the curve of her breast, trailing light kisses while the delicate caress of his mouth made her inner muscles clench as he stimulated her with concentrated, precise breaths.
With his fingertips still carefully tracing across one of her breasts, over the darkened skin of her areola, his lips fully enclosed over her other breast. Katara moaned as the wet tip of his tongue swirled across her hardened nipple, the sensation so intimate and overwhelming that she involuntarily jerked her hips against him. He moaned in return, the full length of his arousal sliding against her folds. She gasped as he ground into her, still teasing her chest, circling her nipple with the pad of his thumb.
"Oh," Katara panted, struggling to keep her eyes open with all the wonderful feelings of pleasure he was providing her between his warm lips and his deft tongue and the thrilling rush of his breath and his fingertips still caressing her. "Spirits, that all feels amazing."
Suddenly, Aang tore his mouth away, a smirk sizzling across his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slid one hand down her stomach, eliciting another delightful shiver throughout her body. Her breath caught in her throat when those expert fingers of his finally grazed between her thighs, directly over her wet folds, and she let out a faint moan.
"You're so wet," he said, a spark dancing across his eyes.
Katara smirked in return as she deliberately rolled her hips forward, feeling every inch of his throbbing length still confined within the fabric of his underwear. He tensed against her, his eyes fluttering shut as a soft grunt escaped him.
"You're so hard," she countered, delighted by his reaction, as it was painstakingly clear that it was taking him every ounce of self-control not to drop this whole game between them and take her right then and there, pressed up against the wall in a heated frenzy.
Yet, when he finally opened his eyes again, his playful smirk returned, charcoal gray eyes brimming with mirth as he said, voice low and husky, "That's what you do to me, my sifu."
He dove in for another kiss before she could respond, his hand finding her cheek as she lifted her chin to meet his ravenous lips. Their tongues tangled together until Aang abruptly broke the kiss, but before Katara could protest, he gave her that look with an arched brow and a dangerous smirk, letting her know he was just getting started. With his gaze staying on her, he lowered himself to his knees, and her legs trembled in anticipation.
The blood in her veins pulsed hotly throughout her whole body as Aang gripped the back of her thighs, her heart leaping to her throat when he lifted her feet off the ground and brought both of her legs over his shoulders. Even despite her icy wrists, a pulse of heat rushed to her core, now spread open before him, and he looked up at her with a fresh twinkle in his eyes that made her heart jump.
Tightening his grip around her thighs, Aang lowered his head and leaned forward, warm lips grazing just above her wet heat, and a soft moan spilled out from the back of her throat.
"Aang," Katara said, in wanting, in warning. Thankfully, it was all the prompting he needed as he dropped a kiss to her inner thigh, so close to her center, her heart pounding in a rushing sea of desire.
"You're absolutely gorgeous," he murmured, planting a lingering kiss on her opposite thigh, getting closer. "When I'm done with you, you're going to be crying out for more."
When he finally sank his mouth into her wet center, Katara straightened up with a jolt, the shock of pleasure almost too much to bear as his tongue immediately dove between her folds. He'd confessed time and again that she was the elixir he could never get enough of: her taste, the sounds she made, the way she writhed into his immaculate mouth, begging for more as she, too, could never get enough of him. Especially in moments like these, when he was on his knees, filling her with pure pleasure as his expert tongue swirled so deeply inside her she could barely remember her own name.
"Fuck," Katara groaned, completely dizzy by her husband working his mouth over her. She felt cool water trickling down her arms, and she realized the ice was melting from the obvious rise in her body temperature, though she didn't even care even as she shivered helplessly. "Avatar Aang… You truly are the master."
His lips sucked along her sensitive flesh, and she groaned again, lulling her head back, when his tongue suddenly swept across her throbbing clit.
"Oh… Yes."
The combined sensations were working wonders between the heat of his lips pressing along her slippery walls and the tip of his tongue moving in a rhythmic pattern across her sensitive bundle of nerves.
His pace deliberately slowed, and despite the cloud of pleasure overpowering her, she began to realize this wasn't a mere swirling of his tongue, nor a powerful sweep up and down. Instead, it seemed as if he was moving over her most sensitive pleasure point in a purposeful manner, and it was then she finally registered that he was using his tongue to create a specific pattern inside her.
Sliding down and back up again in a curved line, then another slightly higher, and one more above that, followed by a deeper, more accentuated coiling, like the curve of a wave, as if he were tracing out the symbol of…
"Water," Katara said in a dizzying breath, her native element never sounding as sweet and sacred leaving her lips as it did in that very moment.
Immediately, the rhythm of Aang's tongue changed, this time swiping across in three short sweeps, then diagonally upward, then across again, then diagonally downward, then three sweeps back the other way, each motion making her clench and her breathing grow more ragged, and finally, a powerful circling of his tongue around her clit that had her releasing a silent cry of stunning pleasure.
"Earth," she said in a breathless whimper.
Like clockwork, his tongue began a new pattern inside her, gliding upward in a nimble curve, pausing at the very top of her clit before sweeping back down. He repeated the motion twice more until he ended with that delicate, hypnotic swirl to finish off the pattern. Katara swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper now.
"Fire," she managed to say.
The blood in her veins lit up much like the element itself, blazing with all-consuming heat in anticipation of the last one, his native element. Sure enough, Aang's tongue began its concentrated curve, starting at the very top of her clit, swirling around the outer edge and coiling inward at the center. He repeated the pattern, tracing her slowly as her walls tightened, on the verge of exploding.
As he finished the third and final swirl, she exhaled, overcome by his far too clever way of pleasuring her, and a dizzying smile spread across her face.
"Air," Katara breathed at last, the essence of all life, the embodiment of the very man before her, as strong as he was gentle and so divinely exquisite.
She felt the ease of his grip around her thighs and her feet touching the floor as Aang himself got to his feet, his lustful gaze burning through her like a raging river. She was aching all over as she was right there, on the cusp of reaching her highest peak, and it took everything she had and then some not to break free of the ice and finally touch him as she damn well pleased.
His teasing smirk returned, and all Katara could do was watch him, heart racing and body throbbing, needing her release, but instead, her oh so teasing husband took it upon himself to finally remove his underwear. She let out an involuntary moan at the full sight of his throbbing arousal, red and weeping, so unbelievably hard for her, all for her.
The firm grip of Aang's hand beneath her chin made her heart flip. He tilted her head up to meet his darkened eyes, and he pressed forward, grazing her entrance with the scorching head of his length. She was so sensitive from all his pleasuring that a flooding gasp of air lurched from her throat, her wetness trickling down her thighs, just as the cool water from the melting ice flowed further down her arms.
Katara shuddered fully again, heartbeat pounding away and fuck, if she didn't have him right now she was going to burst.
"Master Katara," Aang finally said, and she took it all in, the velvety texture of his voice rolling through her whole body, both coarse and smooth like sand, shooting straight to her core. "How does it feel knowing you're the only person who has the power to bring me, the almighty Avatar, to his knees every single night, wanting you so badly that I feel like I'm about to explode?"
Katara tried to answer, but all that came out was a harsh breath as she stared at him, suddenly unraveling the thread of their immersive play as she pleadingly whispered, "Aang."
He didn't need to be told twice as his mouth instantly crushed to hers, and she groaned at the familiar taste of herself, musky and sweet on his tongue. His warm palm pressed to the blocks of ice, at last burning through them with some covert bending, leaving her tired limbs to drop and encircle around his shoulders, while he dried away the cold water with a warm burst of air.
"Please," Katara said, voice weak as her insides throbbed.
Her body arched against him, another cry of pleasure escaping her as Aang easily slid two fingers inside her, her slick walls clenching around him. The sumptuous curve of his fingers inside her was nearly overstimulating, yet she still needed more. Her hips jerked forward as he extended his fingers inside her and massaged them along her walls while the pad of his thumb brushed her sensitive clit in tantric circles.
"Oh," Katara panted, squirming as her walls tightened, so close, so unbelievably close. "Aang… I'm almost there."
His fingers glided in and out of her impossibly wet folds in a quickening rhythm, touching her in all the right places as his lips found hers, and she sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure, kissing him back in earnest. He started rubbing her harder until the sensations hit her all at once, leaving her to break the kiss as her walls seized around his fingers, white-hot pleasure surging through her as she shattered around him, convulsing again and again as he held her through it all.
With the pleasure still ringing in her ears, she slumped against him, completely out of breath, and he finally withdrew his fingers from her. She drew back to catch the seductive grin on his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth and started sucking them clean. He eagerly took every last drop of her, and when he was done, he casually slipped his hand from his mouth, tucking both arms beneath her legs to support her weight as he carried her over to their bed.
"My favorite taste in the world," Aang confessed, unabashedly so, to which Katara let out a joyous laugh, delirious and unbridled in the wake of her searing pleasure. She already wanted him again so badly, even as she was still riding high from her staggering orgasm, all because of him.
"Holy shit, that was hot," she said, and she promptly smashed her lips to his once more, groaning loudly at the taste of herself.
As they fell against the mattress, Aang's hands found her still cold wrists, warming them with a gentle, soothing rub of his palms as their lips moved together hungrily.
Eventually, Katara tore her lips from his to press them to the hollow of his throat. She felt the sweet undulation of his skin as he swallowed and softly gasped in pleasure, and she pulled away with a smirk.
"Avatar Aang… You completely wrecked me," she said, right back into their heightened immersion as she pressed another kiss to his neck. "I'd love to make you feel good now. Is that okay?"
She immediately caught the way Aang smiled, teasing at the edges yet overflowing with pure love as he gave her that half-lidded gaze.
"You can do whatever you want to me, Master Katara," he reminded her.
Their lips met again, slick and hot and still lingering with her taste, though their kissing was far less frenzied this time around as everything slowed down. Her heart fluttered at the gentle caress of his hands cupping her face, while her hands trailed lower, down his stomach, settling across his muscular thighs.
At the intentional brush of her palm over his hard length, she felt him shudder, and she smirked, a brief power reversal, forever amazed at how easily she could make him come undone with a simple touch.
Pulling away, she kept her eyes trained on him, the scorching intensity of his gaze making her thighs clench again. She brought a hand between her legs, gliding a finger over the sticky wetness seeping down her thighs. Her heartbeat quickened at the way Aang's pupils dilated as she held up her hand for him to get a closer look.
Just then, Aang took her wrist, eyes drifting shut as he drew her finger into his mouth, flicking his tongue across her fingertip and back up again before finally releasing her. When his eyes fluttered back open, glazed over and drowning in desire, she could've pounced on him right then.
Instead, she shifted off the bed and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. With one palm pressing to his thigh, she leaned forward and swept her tongue out, gliding it directly over the tip of his erection, lapping up the glistening bead of his fluid. Aang's hiss of pleasure already had her walls clenching again, and she took a moment to grasp him at the base before taking him into her mouth.
She worked him slowly at first, gliding her lips down the length of him as far as she could reach, her hand moving with her mouth as she slid back up, trailing her tongue along the slope of his shaft. When she reached the head, she tightened her lips and swirled her tongue around him, causing him to moan.
He twitched inside her mouth as she repeated the motion, running her palm down the length of him, squeezing him harder, taking him in deeper. Finally, she started moving faster until her head was bobbing in his lap. She could feel how close he was getting, throbbing inside her mouth as his hand tangled into her hair, needing to hold onto her as his hips lurched beneath her.
"Oh, Katara."
The sound of her name spilling from his mouth in a choked moan left her heart racing, and she kept up her fast pace of her hand and mouth moving in tandem up and down his rigid length.
"Spirits… You're the real master."
She smirked around him, her eyes finally flashing up to catch all the ways he was falling apart, his lips parted and head tilted back and face deeply flushed. At another swirl of her tongue around his tip, his thighs tensed beneath her, and all at once he cried out and involuntarily jerked his hips as a heavy moan poured out of him.
"Katara… I'm so close… I'm—I'm going to—"
But the words were useless as she took him further, enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth before drawing up again to deliberately suck on his head, and finally his whole body tensed up as he released into her mouth. Katara held him through it all as he pulsed and pulsed, moaning her name in a breathless cry. She lapped up every drop of him as he did for her, the flood of him in her mouth stirring a carnal need as she moaned around him, not letting up until she felt him softening and his grip on her hair slipped away.
Finally, she drew back, catching his unfocused gaze just before he dropped back against the mattress, panting. Katara rejoined him on the bed, pressing a kiss to his heaving chest. Aang drew an around the small of her back while she ran her fingers across his skin, across the blue line of his arrow tattoos, over the back of his hand and traveling up one arm and down the other.
"You're so sexy, honey," she said. "I love when I can make you feel good like that."
Aang exhaled, his face glowing with a wide grin. "I—forgot to call you Master Katara," he said in response, voice raw, and she chuckled.
"You still called me a master," Katara pointed out. "Besides, I forgot to call you Avatar Aang. A few times, I think."
"I definitely noticed that," Aang said, still breathing hard, though he was smirking a little now, that unique blend of modest pride that was only between them, in these most intimate of moments. "You really enjoyed all of that, huh?"
"I really did," Katara confessed without any hesitation, and now Aang was the one chuckling, the rumble within his chest reverberating against her heart.
When their eyes met again, the mirth fell away, and they both leaned in, their lips pressing together deeply as their legs intertwined. Before she knew it, Aang was gripping her by the waist and pulling her on top of him. Her knees curled against his hips, and she could feel him hardening again. She ground herself against him, blood pumping in excitement as he thrust his hips up to meet her, grazing her wet center.
His hands slid around her waist, gripping her tightly, and finally, Katara drew back with a hearty smack of their lips, needing to catch her breath. The fiery look in Aang's eyes made her head swim and her thighs quiver around him. She could feel the hot length of him fully throbbing between them now, sending another wave of heat through her core.
He smirked up at her, not a trace of teasing as he asked, "How would you like the Avatar to make love to you tonight, Master Katara?"
Her inner muscles jumped as a delighted smirk of her own flitted across her lips. So easily he slipped back into their roleplay, and so easily she could feel herself unraveling for him, her adoring husband. She was, without a doubt, the luckiest woman in the world.
Gently cupping his face, Katara leaned down to kiss him again, their tongues just barely brushing together in a fleeting graze that had them both softly moaning before she drew back just enough to whisper against the heat of his lips.
"Surprise me, Avatar Aang."
His brow arched in silent acceptance of her offering, and he brought them to an upright position. His hands pressed against her bare back, holding her closely to him as his lips lightly brushed against her neck, her collarbone, warm and inviting.
Katara shut her eyes and tilted her head back, opening herself further to his gentle exploration as he kissed a path across her skin, over her shoulder, against her ear, onto her jaw, and finally, her lips, pressing hard against hers and eliciting another moan from her at the passionate force behind it. Her arms slid around the back of his head, pulling him in closer, their bare chests crushing together.
Aang groaned, bucking against her, grazing her entrance, and Katara's legs parted for him. Finally, he drew back, but instead of sinking into her, he got to his feet. From where she sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze immediately fixated on his arousal, so hard for her, only for her.
Her heart skipped a beat when his hand cupped her jaw and he lifted her head to meet his eyes, a knowing smirk on his lips as he slyly asked, "You like what you see, Master Katara?"
A wave of heat rushed to her face, yet she couldn't resist as she shamelessly smiled up at him. "Yes. You're very impressive, Avatar Aang. I need you inside me now."
Aang's smirk widened as his hand slipped from beneath her chin. He brought both of his hands to her hips, gripping her and spreading her thighs farther apart. He slid toward her entrance with his tip, and she angled higher to meet him as he finally eased himself inside her.
They simultaneously groaned, the sound of their combined pleasure making her pulse jump. Katara brought up her hands and firmly cupped Aang from behind. He gasped, jerking against her, and a louder moan spilled from the back of her throat as she squeezed him harder, winding her legs around his waist and clenching around his length.
He drew back barely a couple of inches before thrusting into her again with full force. Katara tossed her head back, crying out at how deeply he could reach within the wet walls of her heat.
"Oh… Avatar Aang… You feel incredible."
His grip tightened around her hips as he began driving into her faster, and Katara arched her back to meet him thrust for thrust. Her hands slipped off of him, pressing into the mattress, though her legs around him only clenched harder as her body moved with him each time he slid back and drove his hips against hers in a consistent rhythm.
"Master Katara," Aang whispered. "I love you so much."
Her stomach flipped as she gazed up at him, so strong, so perfect, so hers, and he shut his eyes as the pace of his thrusts skipped a few beats, his hands sliding from her hips to grasp her hands on the mattress. She leaned her head up and his eyes fluttered back open, gaze burning intensely as his hands flexed against hers, and she breathed with him.
"Aang," she whispered, intentionally dropping the title. "I love you, too."
She didn't need to say anything more as he leaned down to meet her waiting lips, kissing her with a devotion that filled her soul and made the entire world go still. She slid a hand around his neck, kissing him back with everything she had. His pace slowed, as if needing to draw out this moment between them, her muscles clenching at every joining of their bodies.
"I'm right there," Katara mumbled around his lips, digging her heels against his back.
"So am I," Aang said, and then he added in his well-kept promise, "We'll finish together."
His next thrust reached so deliciously deep inside her that Katara suddenly went rigid. She felt herself explode, her body shaking, her head falling back as the waves of pleasure crashed over her in one sublime wave after the next. Aang immediately followed her, his entire body stiffening as he dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned, releasing inside her, their moans mingling together as the pleasure washed over each of them.
Gradually, they began to come down from their rapturous finish. Aang panted against Katara's shoulder, while she reached up to gingerly trail her fingers over the back of his neck. As their breathing evened out, Aang finally lifted his head, and they shared a loving smile, the passion melting into affection as they leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Together, they reclined against the bed, their arms wrapping around each other as their heartbeats steadied. When their gazes caught again, Aang gave her an almost shy grin, and Katara smiled back at him, pressing her palm to his cheek.
"I love you, Aang," she whispered affectionately.
"I love you, too, Katara," he whispered back in adoration.
They shared another soft kiss, and when they parted, Katara tucked her head beneath his chin, while Aang slid an arm around her waist. They shut their eyes, still breathing together, completely exhausted in the best way possible, when Aang's warm voice broke through the comfortable silence.
"So… What do you think? We'll do this again to mix up our routine? The elements, the titles, all of it?"
"Definitely," Katara said right away, and a new smirk flitted across her lips. "Thank you, Avatar Aang."
His chest rumbled with a hearty chuckle. Finally, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Anything for you… Master Katara."
They drifted off to sleep with matching satisfied smiles on their faces.