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Warning this story contains graphic content of the sexual nature, reader discretion is advised.
Rated 'H'
Also FYI I'm not proud of this.
Shades of warm light fell upon Aang's bare chest through the parted drapes in his and Katara's bedroom. Rousing from a fitful sleep, his mind trickled toward a blissful awakening as the tender comforts of home flooded his senses. He lay sprawled on his back, slowly regaining awareness of his surroundings.
He smiled behind closed eyes, long limbs stretching as his mind began to clear of its early morning fog. Katara was not by his side, seeing as how he currently occupied the center of the bed all by himself. He felt entirely too good to do anything, even as simple as calling out for her. His heart beat just a little faster while imagining her lithe, utterly mouthwatering form in her morning bath. The sensuous vision of water droplets cascading down the flawless fair skin of her supple feminine curves saw an arousal build furiously within him. The mere thought of her could drive his body into a frenzy of need.
Suddenly he froze the crystal catacombs and the spirit oasis were known as wonders of the world, and yet in this very moment they woefully paled in comparison to the sight of the covers below his waist slowly rising and falling over his lap. As if that image alone, now burned into his subconscious forever wasn't enough, the absolutely decadent feel of soft lips wrapped around his length overtook him in a blazing rush of heart-stopping sensation, her small fist stroking the base robbed him of any coherent thought he had left. "Oh Katara..."
Draped beneath the covers, the heady moan that escaped the very pit of her husband's throat saw Katara stop for a moment as she realized he was finally awake. His utter weakness to her wicked skills empowered her. His every labored breath serenaded her. His entire body shook while her tongue methodically lashed up his considerable length and then back down to the base where her fingers relinquished him and then rose once more until her lips pursed around the swollen head. She captured him again in the heated confines of her mouth and began sucking hard.
Aang's fists clutched the sheets, his neck arched, eyes focused on the hypnotic rhythm of the covers rising and falling over him. Her appetite was a shock to his system. She was as aggressive as she'd ever acted before, taking him time and time again until his toes curled. The lush feel of her moist tongue dragging up and down his shaft each time she descended upon him... so exquisitely.
She inhaled him once more, the soft skin, wrapped around what felt like steel, throbbed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She loved being able to provoke such pleasure in him. To hear the erotic sounds he made were music to her ears that nothing could hope to match. She sucked harder on just the head while stroking the base. Her actions were rewarded when his back arched high off the bed.
"Katara!"
His sinfully tortured voice and gentle touch with his hands to warn her were appreciated but ignored as she sought to ravish her husband until he lay helpless before her. She began bobbing her head faster while counter-twisting her wrist until the sudden burst of wet heat filled her mouth as his strangled cries of ecstasy filled her ear drums.
Her gasping breaths matched his own, lightly muted by the covers over her head. Katara smiled widely, "Happy birthday!"
"I've never been so happy I was born."
Katara smiled, "Just wait to see what else I have planned."
Aang prayed to the spirits that whatever else there was, would be as good as that.
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