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"Katara...You know we will not hurt you... do not fret…" Hakoda said softly, caressing her arms.
"This is wrong. Let me go! Now!" Katara asked in a soft yet firm tone. She tried to push her father away with her legs and feet, being careful so as to not actually kick or harm her father. Despite the situation, she had no desire to truly harm the man who had sired her, especially because he and Bato were being gentle.
Hakoda shook his head, resisting her pushes as he tweaked her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her breasts. She bit her lip, stifling a soft cry before she looked at him again. He cupped and massaged one breast, giving a brief nod to his friend before shifting his eyes towards Katara's other breast.
Bato moved one hand and took her right breast, which Hakota had offered, and began to fondle it while Hakota played with her left one. Hakoda was firmer in his kneading, and Bato was gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her. Both hands felt so good on her, and she squirmed around.
"Please... please, let me go. I promise I will speak nothing of this to anyone else. Let me go. leave me alone! I'm your daughter!" she pleaded, trying to get through to her father as he gave her breast a very firm, although not painful squeeze.
Her pleas were not doing the trick, and her soft kicks weren't either. They both played with her breasts and Hakoda chuckled, drawing one of her dark nipples into his mouth and sucking firmly on the hard nub. Both of them were acutely aware of the pleasure that the girl was feeling at their attention even as she pleaded with them and tried to deny it. It only spurred them on and made them want her more.
"Daddy, stop. This is wrong and the spirits will be angered!" Katara pleaded softly, arching against her father's hand even as she made her protest. The man let her nipple free and looked into Katara's eyes.
"Tara…" he said, using his old nickname for her, "Trust your father...Have I ever done anything to you that proved harmful?" Hakoda asked softly. She fell silent as she slowly shook her head. He had always been such a loving father. But this went past the bounds of a father...
"No... but this... we're not supposed to... " She was distracted from her sentence by Hakoda taking her nipple into his mouth again, his tongue rubbing it firmly as he suckled. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and Bato held her gently, massaging her other breast. She started to feel wet between her legs. She was a virgin, but she was not stupid, and knew about the facts of life. How could she be aroused by... her own father? Despite the pleasure, she was afraid. Traveling with the Avatar had given her a healthy respect for the Spirit World, and she had no wish to enrage the spirits. She wiggled against Bato, twisting her arms and whining softly.
Bato's hands were gentle yet firm, and he held her in place even as she twisted. He moaned softly against her neck, and she felt the underside of his arousal nestle between the cheeks of her rear through their pants.
"Bato…" she whispered, seeing that pleading with her father was no use. "Please, this is wrong. Don't make me commit a sin... Why are you helping my father?"
"Ohh, Katara..." he breathed, kissing her neck and nibbling gently at the sensitive spots. "I want you so badly…" he looked over at Hakota and smiled. "My friend – perhaps a change of position is in order?" he asked, and Hakoda let his daughter's nipple free, smirking a bit. Katara wiggled again, trying to break free from Bato. The situation seemed almost ludicrous to her. Usually, men would never want to share a woman! And one of these men happened to be her father!
Bato shifted her off of his lap and into Hakoda's arms so that her face was nestled against his chest, before he grabbed her hips, lifting her rear up so that her stomach and groin lay in his lap. This caused Katara's chest to be nestled into Hakoda's lap, her breasts pressed against the large tent at the crotch. She was effectively sandwiched between them, and wiggled around, trying to distance herself from the tent in her father's pants.
His large hands touched at her shoulders and steadied her. Bato's hands were at her rear, rubbing and kneading the cheeks and parting them slightly as he felt the pert rump. She started sobbing softly, wiggling against the firm grip of her father as he tried to soothe her.
She tried to kick at Bato as she felt his hands on the waistband of her pants, and she turned her face away from his father's throbbing erection, attempting to use her hands as leverage. How was she supposed to get out of this situation? It was clear what they wanted to do and also clear that they would not be deterred. The combined forces of two fully-grown men, warriors at that, against that of a young girl, was quite overwhelming. They were not letting her go, and that was that. Hakoda chuckled as Bato slid his daughter's pants down, exposing her pert ass.
It was rather a lovely sight for Bato, and he sighed contentedly as he reached down to stroke it. Both men had a good view of the maiden's rear end, plump and firm, and it only caused them to become even more aroused. Katara moaned softly, her face buried against her father's chest as she felt Bato massage her rear cheeks.
Soon Bato's fingers found her hot sex – he caressed the throbbing mound gently, fingers slowly pulling apart her slick nether lips. With one arm, he hooked it under her stomach and lifted her hips, forcing her on her knees. This allowed him to see her womanhood more clearly.
(the rest of this chapter has been edited for its smuttiness. You can find the uncut version in my profile)
End of Chapter Two