It's been 5 years since Aang defeated the fire lord. 2 years after the end of the war Aang had to go and fight Arashi, a new threat to the world, and a more powerful one. Now, 3 years after he left, Aang has come back, anticipating meeting his girlf...
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Previously:
Aang gently lifted Katara, his arms strong and steady, and carried her towards the bed. The room seemed to spin around them, the only thing in focus was the destination that awaited them. They reached the bed, Aang lowering Katara onto the soft mattress. He lay down beside her, their bodies once again pressed together, their warmth enveloping each other. Their lips met again, this time with a hunger that could no longer be contained. Their hands roamed freely, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound eagerness. "Are you sure?" he asked suddenly and looked her in the eyes.
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"Yes Aang I'm sure" she whispered and pulled him back to a kiss. Aang's fingers traced the curves of Katara's body, lingering on every sensitive spot, sending shivers of delight down her spine. He undid her robe, revealing the smooth skin of her chest, and his lips followed the trail he had just created. He leaned down, his lips trailing a heated path of love marks from her neck, down the valley between her collarbones, sending shivers cascading down her spine. Slowly getting to her breast. He looked up at her seeking for approval for what he was about to do. As she nodded, he took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking it and making her moan with pleasure. They stayed like this for a while, Aang pleasuring her breasts and Katara moaning uncontrollably.
Katara in turn ran her fingers against Aang's head, pulling him closer to her, her touch igniting a fire within him. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the ties of his tunic, her hands tracing the muscles of his chest, her touch sending sparks of electricity through his body.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with love and desire, their hearts pounding in their chests. With a gentle touch, Aang stroked Katara's cheek, his body hovering over hers. the cool touch of the sheets, a delicious contrast to the heat burning between them. He hovered above her for a moment, his gaze tracing the map of her face, the love in his eyes a silent declaration. Katara met his gaze, her own eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. Her body arched instinctively, a silent plea for his touch. Aang leaned in, the space between their lips diminishing until their breaths mingled. The kiss that followed was a slow burn, a meeting of fire and ice, a promise of what was to come.
As they pulled Away, Aang looked at her and she looked at him again. She was ready, ready to surrender to him completely, to become one with him and give him all she had to offer. He moved slowly, his fingers traced the curves of her body, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. Katara closed her eyes, letting go of all her inhibitions, allowing herself to be consumed by the love and desire that was coursing through her veins. She moaned softly, her voice filled with pleasure, as he continued to tease her, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. He moved his hand to her womanhood, brushing his fingers against her folds and she became a moaning mess under his touch. He felt her entrance and with one movement he pushed in two fingers. It hurt her at first, but slowly, as he continued to move in fingers inside her, this feeling was replace with pleasure.
