A Better Life Chapter 43: The Burnt Man, an avatar: last airbender fanfic

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Some sand and light dust shivered over the grasslands. The forest far in the distance provided shade and shelter. Small streams burbled nearby. He poked his tiny furry head above ground. He glanced one way and then another. He could hear the small scuffs of the riders on the far hill. But the big awkward beasts that the humans rode would need wings to catch him.

The gopher tortoise clambered from his hole. He scuffled on some grass. His incisors working furiously on the tough tasty brown and red plants. The summer had been a dry one. Droughts were becoming increasingly more and more common. The clouds overhead looked thin and sickly. Even the blue sky seemed too bright and clear.

He hopped and shimmied forwards and found an even tastier chunk of grass to nibble on. The hunting hawk came streaming out of the sky and crashed his skull to paste.

The strong black winged bird flapped back to her owner. The dead burrowing herbivore dangling awkwardly in her talons. She deposited the poor green shelled creature onto the large red blanket. The golden tassles at the corner fluttered in the breeze.

Ty' Ton stood with a delighted grin on his face. His long thin whiskers twitched in the breeze. His mustache made him resemble a thin cat, a comparison not helped with his constant little grins and the way his ears twitched. The patriarch of the clan of Ty took a skewer of steamed meat off of a smaller smoke pot.

He rubbed the hawk's beak and affectionately fed his pet. The dead catch went on top of the day's catch. The hunting trip had been a fruitful one. With over a dozen llama-roos shot full of arrows, a solid box of exotic peahen koala's, and now the hawks hard won prey.

Tyleer looked into the box distatesfully. His bandana flapping in the breeze. His short shorn brown hair catching the wind. The scent of coppery blood made him sick to his stomach.

"Not a single catch today eh Lee?" Ty' Pow nudged the younger man's shoulder. Ty' Pow stood two heads above the rest. Physically speaking. His shoulders jutted out and if his chest were tits they would be massive honkers. Overall he was the prime example of masculine supremacy. A true Fire Nation royal. A natural athlete. And Tyleer could hardly stand the man.

"I doubt that there will be much game left once the two of you have finished clearing out the hunting preserve." Tyleer said disdainfully. Monks did not hunt. Period. They did not kill animals for pelts. And it seemed that these two only thought of pelts, and hunting, and riding their ostrich horses as fast as they could. Neither man approved of Ty'Sow's little 'secretary' as they still insisted on calling him.

Even after being in this mad nation for close to five years. He did not understand the animosity that the lords families showed others.

"A man's magma is measured in two ways. How he conducts himself in battle. And how he conducts himself in hunting. You young man have shown yourself lacking in both." Ty'Ton said with a grin. He rubbed his birds beak and cooed to the great black winged creature. The only animal he ever seemed to give a kind word or a smile to.

"My precious Hawky is capable of capturing more meat in an hour then you've accomplished all day. If we were to eat what you caught we'd all starve."

"He knows a thing or two about starvation father! Not an ounce of meat or muscle to the boy's bones!" Ty'Pow clapped Tyleer's shoulder roughly. Causing the young monk to stumble forward. Tyleer grinned at the ground. True, he was hungry. Pretty much constantly. These Fire Nation royals ate too fast. And too ferociously. Their appetites were closer to the flames that they stoked then to any sort of human.

The Ty clan seemed the perfect specimen of Fire Nation royalty. They had their hungers. Their burning tempers. Their constant desire for more. More food. More wine. More fuel for their fires. Only understanding strength and power. Only seeing their nation.

They had their hunting bows. Their fine feathered mounts. Their dramatic country estate. Their son in the royal navy. Their daughter in the royal army. Their disappointment room. Tyleer wondered just how long he could keep the charade up before snapping.

"I blame my background. My village was always very aware of how much food was left over for other." Tyleer said with a small smile. Even if he had to force the jovial tone in his voice, he still needed to fake comradeship with these two men.

The cover story that Ty'Sow had given was a simple one. Tyleer or 'Lee' as he went by now. Was a young man who saved her life during the Air Nomad genocide. He had been hit by a blast of fire. She had returned the favor by making the lower ranking cadet into a glorified assistant and secretary. A slave would be a better term. He might have fine food and a warm bed. But whatever she demanded it was his job to comply. He served her, at her discretion and at her leisure.

Tyleer didn't know how much longer he could last.

"Well I grow warm and weary. Back to the abode. The women are waiting for us." Ty'Ton launched himself up. His red robes flowing behind him. Tyleer got onto his ostrich horse with a bit more hesitance. He had ridden plenty of creatures before. But this felt so demeaning to the poor beast. Instead of gentle nudging and guiding you were expected to beat one side or the other to force the poor heavy headed animal to march.

The trio rode across the rolling grass hills of the hunting preserve. The lands butted up against the back of the Ty clan's ancestral summer house. Much like many other Fire Nation royals they believed in the excess of multiple homes. When this land could easily be used for better things. A nature preserve perhaps. Or a refugee camp.

Tyleer felt a genuine smile come to his face as they neared the squat one story house. It was built in the Fire Nation style. Four sided with a large courtyard. A gold fish pond in the middle and a small sand scape to one side. Where it differed from most of the others was the large sunken stone porch against the eastern side. The one that faced the sunrise.

Lounging on the porch Ty'Ton's wife. The elegant and crafty Woo. Dressed a sheer golden silk robe. While she was the same age as her husband she wore it much better. Not a hint of sag to her generous breasts and rear. Her hair in a neat ink black bun. No lines wrinkled her face. And her eyes were bright and carefree. She resembled Ty'Sow's sister more then a mother.

Ty'Sow was on one leg. Her arms curled and fingertips curled into a neat 'O' right above her chest. One toe pointed out and she began to rotate on her tiptoes. Her head was held back, her chin raised. Her proud lovely nostrils filled with air. She moved from that move to a deep bow, a leap, another spin, some cartwheels. She stood on her hands for just a moment. And then she gently lowered herself to the ground. She rolled into a gasping ball.

She quickly got back to her feet and bowed as her brother and father approached.

"How did the hunting go?" Woo asked, pulling herself to her feet. Ty'Ton jumped from his mount and slapped his dusty gloves on his dusty robes. He gestured to the approaching cart as answer enough.

"Lee." Ty'Sow bowed dramatically to the hidden Air Nomad. His burns blazed at the sight of her. The dancing red handprints on his back and arms and hands ached in a way reminsicnt of a rotten splinter. Except this piece of blazing wood was in his soul. Not his flesh.

"Mistress Ty'Sow." He responded bowing just as dramatically back. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his. She knew how little her parents approved of him. And how she hunt onto him constantly. Which was one of the many reasons why she did so.

"I am tired Lee. Let us retire to my chamber." The two walked into the house. Tyleer ignoring the glares that her brother and father sent his way. He did not care for them either. But by the spirits he hid it better then those two did.

Ty'Sow's bedroom reflected a surprising side of her. For starters the walls were a washed out pink. Alongside the throw pillows and the grand four post bed. Even the very floorboards and walls had been painted pink. Little white birds danced across the ceiling. Held aloft by strings so thin that they were invisible to the naked eye.

Ty'Sow dropped her robe right next to the doorway. Tyleer removed his own and folded them obediently. He placed both to the side on a tiny white wood stool. The floor creaked as she walked gently towards the bed.

She glanced over her shoulder shyly. He took off his head band and took his hair from the small ponytail he kept it in. The months in her presence had caused his hair to grow. He would never wear it as long as some of the other royals. But it was long enough to cover up the thin stripes of blue she had missed.

Although she had expertly burnt his arms and legs and forehead, they had trouble getting all of the tattoos. Even if they had covered his tattoo's from top to bottom that itself would have been suspicious. After all who had burn marks that moved in the exact same direction and style as Air Nomad tattoos?

If he squinted he could still see specks of blue peeking out underneath the burn scars. Mostly along his arms and hands.

Ty'Sow took his hands and gave them a squeeze. She guided him to her bed. Her body moving like oiled quicksilver. She grinned up at him, staring at him from underneath her eyelashes. Her cheeks were flushed pink.

Tyleer placed a hand on her shoulders, they were thin but strong, a dancer's shoulders. She had been training to be a dancer before entering the military. Her training was still obvious, and her casual use of dance clear in her bending style.

They reached the large dark pink mattress. He pushed her onto her back. She caught his lips with hers. Her's were soft, thin, they smiled against his. He deepened the kiss. Putting his neck and back into it. Her tongue prodded against his teeth. He opened his mouth up and began to let her explore his mouth.

They groaned and gasped. His body arched, hands digging into her skin. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. He was lanky, she was lithe. Her breasts pressed to his chest and her thighs were growing slick and sweaty.

"Go down on me. I command you." She breathed out huskily. He stared at her blankly. This was his woman. This was his fate. He glanced away and then kissed down her neck. Moving his body down hers. His toes curled. Her pussy was fluttering in delight. Her cunt hair was shaved into a little swirling curve. He gave the hair a kiss, then her outer pussy lips. Then he rubbed his nose against her clit.

Her body trembled. Her thumb went to her mouth. She chewed on the side. As if she was working a hang nail. Her shoulders rolled and the veins on her throat stood out. Her gasps began to come with more regularity. Her fingers on her free hand grabbed a pillow and propped her lower back up. Giving him a better angle of attack.

His lips and tongue moved with an expert ease. This was not the first time they had made love. That had been the first night she had brought him home. She had slapped him that night and pushed him down. Told him if he wanted to survive he would do as she said. She had been good on her word. He had survived. He had lived almost two full years in this strange country, among these strange people. Not a single one ever seemed to realize that he was not one of them.

His lips pressed harsher against her cunt. Her pussy juices were flowing like a faucet. Her eyes were staring down at him, along the bridge of her nose. Her face was turning an even darker pink. Her body quivering and shivering in delight. Her core was tight, her six pack abs were shiny with sweat. The burning slick sweat across her body made her seem oiled up in the dull candlelight. Some light tip toed in from the ceiling sky light.

Tyleer's tongue and lips and mouth were experienced with pussy eating. An Air Nomad always made sure that they were well versed in love making. In bringing joy and pleasure unto their lovers.

The youth had that reinforced into them at a young age. Love making was not a battle of wills. Love making was not something to be seen as foolish or embarrassing. Love making was done to bring pleasure and joy to others and to oneself. Love making, fucking, sex, it was a gift from the spirits to honor and worship the body, to sharpen the mind, and to delay and redirect desire.

So of course that meant he had been taught how to eat pussy. How to suck cock too. And how to pleasure multiple partners at once. All Air Nomad's knew these skills.

Tyleer's tongue paused half in and half out of Ty'Sow's cunt. He pressed his forehead to her belly. She frowned and squeezed her thighs against his ears. Just once, he only needed to be prompted once. He went back to servicing her cunt. He banished the thoughts about his friends and family. About his fellow Air Nomads and the evils that had been heaped upon him.

He continued to lick. His tongue expertly moving across her sensitive meat folds. She gasped and orgasmed. Her eyes closing and her breath hitching. He yanked his tongue out and began to kiss up her body again.

He reached to the side and grabbed the glass of water they kept there. He drank her fluids down and then gave her a kiss. His cock rubbed against her pussy. She smirked and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again.

"Make me cum again. Make it good." She ordered. He nodded, his own breath hitching. He knew she didn't care for him. He was just her little secret. She kept him as a 'secretary' simply because she found that hotter then keeping him openly as a slave. He bit into her neck and slid himself inside of her.

She let out a little squeak. Attempting to smother the sounds that leaked from her lips. She bit her bottom lip. Her legs were shivering as he continued to fuck in and out of her. His eyes were also closed. If he fucked her with his eyes closed, he could pretend he was somewhere else. That she was not the Fire Nation. That he was not a captive. That he was not coated in scars.

He grunted and increased his pace. The wet meaty thwack of cock inside of pussy filled the bedroom. The walls were thin, her family knew what they were doing. That he was ravaging her depths. That his balls were clacking against her ass cheeks. That her pussy was wet and inviting to his long hard cock.

His shaft was plunging deep and fast inside of her. Her breath was hot and insistent against his ear. Her lips parted and she bit down viciously against his earlobe. Leaving a mark. She pulled roughly. Her heart beating at a fever pitch.

"Faster….FASTER!" She ordered. He took a deep breath through his nose and breathed out through his mouth. Air Nomads could run faster then the wind. It was all about propulsion and breath control. So he moved that from his legs to his hips and breathed hard enough that his body became a brief blur.

His hips paused for one brief instant. His cock head hovering inside of her entrance. His balls tightened and she gulped, even though the two had made love countless times at this point….Her body was still nervous when he prepared to plunge like this.

His hips shifted, his butt cheeks clenched, and then he plunged in and out of her so fast that wind began to whip around her hair. Her eyes widened, her lips pulled back, either a grimace or a smile so big that it split her cheeks. Her gasps couldn't be held back anymore.

She was howling. The pleasure pulsing through her pussy was like a force of nature. A tornado in her tight cunt, a hurricane in her hot snatch, a storm that pushed from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Her bellow was lost in the creaking cracking smashing of the bed against the wall. Her legs kicked out on either side of his hips. Her curling toes were straining and popping. Her orgasm was harsh and strong. He held back. And held back. And held back. His balls were aching. His self control was god like.

He couldn't cum until she said so. But he was backed up. He was full to the eyeballs with seed. Her next orgasm ripped across her face. Her nose and lips and eyes contorted like ripples on a pond. She let out another harsh gasp against his neck.

He gripped her beneath her butt cheeks and hefted her upwards. Her shivering was getting all the stronger. She moved as if she was caught in the midst of a harsh fever. One that would break her into little burning embers. But the forest fire still raged. And she was caught up in the burning.

She grabbed his ear and with a yank he found himself on his back. His fingers dug into her hips. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry in the warm air. Her tip toes bit into the sheets by his sides. Her fingernails bit into his chest. Tracing the burn scar she had left on his chest, right between his pecs. He bounced her up and down a little. She enjoyed dancing on his cock shaft, treating it like a greased up toy. That's all he ultimately was to her. A greased up sex toy. A sex toy with legs. Something to flaunt and prance around with, something to shove into her tight snatch. Not a human though. Never a human. Because if he was human then what she had done to him would be terrible.

"Cum for me. Cum for me you fucking piece of meat." She growled glaring down at him. Her eyes sparkled. Half playfully, half ferally, half mad with lust and desire. She winced and then shoved herself all the way down to the base. His cock stretching and reshaping her pussy. Trying to make it a little more comfortable for his cock.

His balls tightened and then he orgasmed. His cum was custard thick, bone white, and could fill up a very large bowl. Her gasps reached a fever pitch and her lips parted and a final gasping small groan left her.

She balanced on his expanding cock head. His cum was pumping out of him at a glorious speed. She was at an odd angle. Taking all of him inside of her. Her womb hungriliy began to drink his cum up. Slurping and gasping as the wet woman wrecking womb swimmers spat against her awaiting eggs.

His cock head finally began to relax and she slipped down the rest of his still hard cock. Taking the hard as steel shaft inside of her. Plugging up her hole. Her ass cheeks clenched as she fell. She sat on his lap. The entirety of his love stick inside of her now. She rolled her shoulders and arched her back. She then collapsed onto his chest. Her fingers darting across his chest. One nipple caught between her fingernails, then the other nipple. She plucked at them. As if they were toys.

His hands rested affectionately on her ass cheeks. Giving them long gropes. Rubbing over them, spreading and pressing the tasty buns together. Treating them sort of like bao bun's that had just come out of the steamer. They were warm and soft enough. Like a pair of pinkish clouds on a warm summer day.

She stared up at him, her eyes were wide and searching. She swallowed nervously. He forced a grin, making it look as natural and comforting as possible. She liked it when he looked comforting. She demanded that he looked comforting at her at all times. It was for his own safety as much as for her own pleasure.

They stared at each other silently.

"I care for you." He said with as much purpose as he could muster up. She glanced away, a tiny victory for him. Fire Nation did not look away easily. So every time he out stared her was a little victory that he chalked to himself.

"You're comfortable." She grumbled. Shifting until she had his cock cushioned comfortably between her ass cheeks.

"You're beautiful." He wasn't lying. She was beautiful. Even after all the pain that she had caused him….She was beautiful. She kissed his chest and laid her head down. They'd made love after his burns had healed. She had brought him back to her home. Told him if he ran away she would track him down herself. Told him he was only safe with her.

He believed her. He also knew he had nowhere to go. His people were dead or hidden. His homes were tombs. The Fire Nation marched on their neighbors. The South Pole was under attack.

And the Avatar was missing. Still.

Tyleer waited until she was snoring. Then he waited a bit longer. He eased her to the side and slipped out from underneath her. He tied his robe on carefully. A servant would come to them for dinner soon. They would be summoned and he would need to eat the disgusting meat that her father and brother had murdered.

Still he had a few hours. He clipped barefoot down the hallway. His eyes set. His bandana tied tightly over his head. He turned down one hallway, then another. He grinned once he reached the black door. Which lead to the black room.

The elderly serving woman glanced up as he approached. She quirked a half interested eyebrow.

"He's been waiting for you." She unlocked the door and clicked it close quick. The inhabitants were not permitted out.

Tyleer paused and got to his knees. The chair was parked in front of the window. The bars cast black squares across the rooms lone inhabitant.

The room was vacant. No tapestries hung on the walls. No scrolls. Or books. Not even a bookshelf. Just a bed. A chair. And a table to eat at.

Tyleer smiled softly and approached the drooling man.

"Hello Ty'King. How was your day?" Tyleer spoke gently to the man. He was an older man. Older then Ty'Pow. He resembled his father, in the cat like eyes, the lips, the tilt of the head. But he resembled Woo in the shape of his nose and the color of his eyes. His hands were all Ty'Sow's though. The delicate fingertips. The strong wrists, the muscles that darted the backs.

Ty'King did not make a move or a sound. But he knew that Tyleer was there. The man shifted back and forth. His chin was wet with drool. Tyleer reached up and rubbed the spit off. He got the chair at the desk and sat beside the hidden man. Finding the room had been an odd bit of luck for Tyleer.

He hadn't known that the Fire Nation kept their wind whispered children in the same houses as them. He did find it very distasteful how the man was kept apart from the rest of the family. To keep him so close, and yet so far away, was an insult to the very nature of family.

Tyleer took off Ty'King's slippers. The toenails were long and uncut. He began to rub at the mute man's heels. Tyleer's thumbs pressed deeply into the soft underside of the other man's foot. Ty'King let out a little hum of satisfaction and shifted in his seat.

"I saw so many animals out there today Ty'King . You would have loved the sky. She was bright blue, and the clouds were as fluffy and full that you would mistake them for fur. The wind was crisp on my face. And the sun soft as a lover's kiss." Tyleer spoke gently and sweetly. Ty'King did not respond. But the man tilted his ear a little. And closed his mouth some. And even closed his eyes.

As if he could picture the entire scene. As if he wanted to picture the entire scene. As if he longed to be there himself. He probably did. Tyleer frowned. He could not move Ty'King alone. The poor man was given rich foods and no exercise and couldn't even walk. He weighed as much as a baby rhino elephant.

Tyleer picked up one of Ty'King's small weak legs and began to massage along the calf and knees and gams. Ty'King let out a small gasp. His eyes widening. His nostrils flared. His shoulders shivered in delight. For a brief moment Ty'Kings face resembled his sisters blissed out expression.

The door opened and closed with a snap.

"You know I don't want you in here." Ty'Sow was wearing her bright pink robe. The one with the prancing peacock hounds along the back. Her rump filled the back. The sash was only half tied. Her full womanly breasts were tenting the fabric. And a very generous cleavage was peeking out of the top window. She folded her arms and leaned way over.

"You shouldn't go where I don't want you." She said with a hint of malice. He glanced over his shoulder. She could have told everyone who he was. But she still kept mum.

"You should visit your brother more. He likes the company." Tyleer responded. He gripped the older man's knee and gave it a squeeze. She rolled her eyes in response.

"I don't like this room."

"You think he does?"

"He doesn't know any better."

"Who told you that? Because he certainly didn't tell you that." She frowned and stood threateningly behind Tyleer. He didn't flinch. He just continued to rub at Ty'King's knees. He then moved to the shoulders. Really digging in deep. His thumbs and wrists and palms all getting to work together.

"It's depressing in here." Ty'Sow complained. "He would have become my father's heir if he hadn't been…"

Tyleer snorted.

"He would make a better heir then Ty'Pow." Ty'Sow snorted and covered her nose in delight.

"Jerk. Come. Lunch is served."

"And he will eat alone." Tyleer said gesturing to the oldest of the Ty clan siblings. Ty'Sow had the decency to look ashamed at that.

They left the room. Arm in arm. Tyleer had given him a long kiss to the temple before he left. And a promise that they would visit again the next day. Not him, them.

An imperial magistrate and two soldiers sat waiting at the dinner table. The roasted iguana duck was steamed to perfection. The skin cracked and red and dripping with juices. The red and black skin was cracked, exposing the tender meat underneath.

After dinner the two excused themselves. And Ty'Sow kept her composure until she reached the bedroom.

"NO! No! Not again! Never again! I did my time! I performed my duty!" She grabbed a hairbrush and tossed it at the wall. Then a throw pillow. A make up pad. Another hair brush. A scroll. A cup half full of white powder and suds.

Tyleer stood to the side. His eyes watched her comfortingly. She finished with her vanity and tipped the entire thing over. She turned her attention to herself, her hands, her robes, her hair, her make up. Yanking, tearing, pulling and shrieking in disgust and pain.

She finally collapsed to the floor in a ball. Sobbing. Great big wracking sobs. Her back arched and convulsed madly. Each knob on her spine stood out as thick as brass knobs. Only after she had finished did he squat down next to her.

His arms embraced her. Pulling her close. She clung to him. Shivering. Her eyes wide and terrified.

"Don't do it. Don't go. Say that you don't want to." She snorted at that.

"It is the will of the Fire Lord. All serve in his war. All will fight, especially his Fire Benders. No one is permitted to sit out the invasions." She said in response. Tyleer snorted in disgust.

"That's idiotic. Worse then that it's cruel." He insisted. "Refuse."

"No one refuses. The lowliest peasent, to the finest and highest ranking lord, we serve the Fire Nation, we serve the Fire Lord. That is simply what we do."

"They don't need to threaten your family or anything then? They don't need to use acts of coercion?" She shook her head.

"I doubt you would understand. It's just a part of the culture. If you are ordered to fight you do so." She shivered and bit her lip. "There is one way out though."

She looked up at him.

"It's the only out that I have. If I can get out I can convince them to keep you out. If we stay out…We can be safe." Her jaw clenched and her chin quivered. "If I get pregnant….If we promise that child for the Fire Nation army…."

Tyleer's eyes widened. He glanced away. Then back at her. His jaw set.

"Lee…Tyleer….please….please…."She said forcefully. He sucked his lips in and glanced away. His heart nearly beating out of his chest.

"So you have a few kids. And just pass the problem onto the next generation?" She winced at that. She still stared up at him. Her eyes wide and wet. Her nose wrinkled and her face started to turn a bright strawberry flush.

"I'm sorry. I can't. I just can't go back. I can't….I can't hurt anyone else. Not like how I hurt you. I am sorry. I know it's selfish. I know what I'm doing is terrible. I know that having a child won't solve this….But…but it will mean I don't have to go back out there." She hiccupped and stared at him.

"Mothers are exempt from service to the state. And I am sure that I can find a way to keep you from serving too." She frowned and glanced to the side. "Do you want me to grovel? Because I can do that. I can grovel. I can beg. I will kiss your feet. Eat out of a bowl. Anything….just…please…please Tyleer. Please save me."

She pressed her forehead to the floor. One of her breasts slipped from her slip. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed.

"Don't do this to yourself. I'll do it. You saved me. You bring it up all the time. You saved me. Let me save you." She blinked. Her eyes broke and tears began to drop like fat slugs down her cheeks. He cupped her face and brought their lips together.

The kiss was wet. Wet from snot and tears. Wet from sorrow. Her hand went to the back of his. Her palm rubbing the burn marks that covered him.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry for what I did to you. What has been done to you. Will you forgive me? Ever?" She spoke between kisses. Their lips parting and pressing. Their noses rubbing, their teeth clicking. He pulled away and rested his nose on hers.

"I already said I was going to fuck a baby into you and save you from a war. You don't need to sweet talk me anymore." He joked. He kissed her face, wiped the snot and tears from her face. He placed his hands beneath her robe and she gripped the front of his. They tore their clothes from each other.

They left their outfits on the floor and walked hand in hand to the bed. She paused and pressed him downwards. Pressed him onto his back. He stared up at her in confusion. His bandana was still on.

She leaned forward and kissed him. She made her way down to his crotch. His dick sprung to attention with an instinctive tilt to its bright red head. The rumor that the Air Nomads tattooed their dicks was just that a rumor. Unless of course you are an Air Bending Master in which case yes the dick was totally tattooed with a large bright blue arrow.

She took his uninked dick between her fingers and began to stroke his man meat with slow measured movements. Her breath was coming in a slow even beat. Her nipples were hard, harder then stones. Her nose wrinkled and her lips popped open in amazement. His cock was truly a magnificent specimen. She had not anticipated that when she kidnapped him. But it was an added delightful bonus.

She began to stroke him, with nice even shoulder movements. Her eyes were crossed on his shaft. His dick took up her entire field of vision. His cock took up her entire view. Her entire world. This cock could very well save her life. This cock deserved a good licking at least. Something to give it even a bit of appreciation, this cock shaft deserved a touch of appreciation. So that's just what she did. Open mouth, hot breathed, wet tongued, she appreciated it.

She tossed herself onto his cock. His balls instantly tensed up. His dick began to slide in and out of her mouth. Slowly and softly, a nice gentle in and out. His balls were pressed against her chin. Her eyes closed in rapture. He stretched her throat out so perfectly. Her throat wasn't the only thing that he stretched amazingly.

She licked and slurped, starting from his cock shaft and working upwards. Her breath adding a nice warm bath to the experience. He grunted, his fingers digging into the mattress. The pillows were growing wet with his sweat. He arched his back. He pushed more and more of his desire against her face.

His cock head pressed to her forehead, to her cheeks, darted across her eyelids. Just pressed his pleasure hard and purposefully and needfully against her face. A little dribble of cock juice was starting to slide out of his cock slash. His slit was starting to grow, his desire for her was starting to bloom for this glorious woman.

"You…you fascinate me." He mumbled down at her. She blushed and blew some hair out of her face.

"Bleh! Don't be weird!" She protested. He chuckled and rubbed her face.

"It's true. You are a fascinating little stranger." He mumbled in delight. She sighed and kissed his cock all the harder. Her make up was smeared, her lipstick was starting to leave thick wet pink stains against his skin.

She had no response to that, so she filled her mouth and got her throat back to work. Gulping him down all the way to the base. Her jaw gave a little crack of surprise, and her tongue was flooded with his wonderful flavors. Her body twisted and shivered and a delightful orgasm began to bloom. He hadn't even entered her yet….

His cum splashed down her throat. Not as thick as jelly, but thicker then water, thicker then milk. Tastier then sweets, more filling then any slab of meat. She cleaned him up, the thick ropes of cum was dribbling down his cock shaft. She started from the base and slurped up each and every droplet. Getting him nice and clean.

She stood on shivering legs. She was nervous. She didn't know why she was so nervous….But she was. She awkwardly balanced on his cock head. His dick just pressing into her. She began to slip down his cock. His fingers darted forwards. One hand entwined with hers. Their fingers zipping together. Their hands fit perfectly.

His other hand went to her belly. He massaged and pressed, she gasped and her legs stopped working. She sunk all the way to his balls. Her head flung back. Her orgasm was staggering, it was the equivalent of a mild concussion.

"Wha…WHA!" She let out a gasp. He grinned up at her proudly. His eyes crinkling. His jaw tightening.

"Ancient Air Nomad trick. It increases fertility, triples pleasure, and relaxes the body. You are pretty much ovulating at full power right now." She blinked and blushed in amazement.

"I do feel….fertile…" She tried not to look ridiculous. But when he began to fuck himself in and out of her…that rapidly went out the window. Her eyes closed, her breath hitched. And his fingers expertly darted all across her body. Pressing here and there, pumping against chi sections, forcing chakras to move. She let out shorter and harsher gasps. Her orgasms were tumbling one into another. Just a nonstop tidal wave of pleasure.

He finally orgasmed. She sank onto him. She slept the sleep of the well fucked. Her legs comfortingly gripping his hips. Her fingers entwined with his. Her head resting in the crook of his neck. She rubbed her nose to his throat and sighed.

Ty'Sow slipped a breast free from her robe. The baby in her arm squirmed and complained as the nipple was pressed to her face. She finally relented and got to eating. Tyleer sat behind his wife. Massaging her aching shoulders with a proud smile on his face.

Ty'Sow let out a wince and then shimmied back against her husband.

"She's perfect."

"They all are." Tyleer felt a shifting on his back and on his front as their other daughters grew restless. The triplets didn't eat at the same time. But they did insist on having equal amounts of their parents attention.

Tyleer took one off and began to bounce her lovingly. The other fell asleep. Prompted by the soft humming deep in her father's throat.

The neat clip of sandals on the floor echoed through the hallways. A door opened, then another. A pair of twins held onto their mother's hands. The woman had ink black hair and a familiar tilt to her head.

"Lo, Li, go and give your respects." The woman nodded towards the happy couple. The twins walked over. They might be young but they had strong legs and sharp eyes. Clever eyes. The two glanced at Ty'Sow, then onto Tyleer and finally settled onto the triplets.

"It appear as if we have been usurped in our position."

"As the youngest twins of the Fire Nation."

"I wonder if our familie's luck will go with it?" The twins shrugged in response and then bowed, so low that that their dramatic hair cuts bounced against the floor of the Lord's house.

"We congratulate the two of you."

"May the Fire Lord bless the house of Ty with many more children." The twins bowed dramatically. Tyleer glanced between the two. He recognized them, vaguely. They had their grandfather's look. The conniving intelligent look of a good teacher.

He had only seen General La once, and then at some distance. But Li and Lo were definitely his granddaughters.

"Thank you for your congratulations." Tyleer said with a soft smile. He offered them the child.

"Would you like to hold one?" Lo and Li stepped back, identical looks of distaste on their faces.

"We are fine."

"Thank you."

Ty'Sow chuckled as the trio walked out. Off to gossip with her parents. There was always some sort of political espionage in the royal courts. She was only exempt since she had triplets.

"Those two are certainly interesting." Tyleer remarked. Ty'Sow rolled her shoulders.

"Just as long as our children don't wind up like that. Now more rubbing. My boobs are heavy and my shoulders are tired."

"Yes dear." He said with a chuckle. He got to rubbing, she hummed a little, and their daughters slept on.

He yanked at the hair hard. Then harder. Then hard enough to make Kumi yowl in pain. She glared over her shoulder in a very smart overly adult manner.

"Careful Daddy!" She snapped. He chuckled in response and smiled apologetically.

"You have thick hair turtle dove. And I have to do a lot of weaving to get it neat and tidy. You are almost done." She turned back around and gnashed her teeth together. He went back to braiding. It was a simple weave, but one that was taught among the Air Nomads. He kept his hair short, as did his wife. So he only got the chance to practice the weave on his daughters. And they all enjoyed the long hair falling to their ankles in such expertly crafted loops.

He had even caught them doing the weave on each other and their friends. He smiled smugly to himself. Simpering in the knowledge that at least a little chunk of his culture survived. Right under the Fire Nation's nose to boot. No one seemed to suspect that the weave was of Air Nomad origin.

The other members of the household just took his explanation at face value. That it was common in his home village to the northwest. That he apparently lived in some strange village where they practiced hair weaving and massage.

"Will we go over the points today?" Kumi asked as she fiddled with her thumbs. He frowned and sighed.

"Yes dear." He responded. She smiled and leaned back against him with a content childs wiggle. Her face was full and radiant, her eyes shining with utter devotion. He felt his heart rise and full, like an updraft guiding him to the clouds.

Who could hate a child? Even a child of your enemy? She made his heart soar. All of his girls did. Even Ty'Sow, his wife and jailer, he found joy in her looks.

They made him feel weightless. The same way that Air Bending had. He had not used his martial art for a very long time. Not since he had been brought to the Fire Nation. It was primarily for his own safety….

But as he grew older, and more time past, he also found another problem. He felt heavier. He did not have his old diet. Or his chances to meditate. Or his chances to train. He did not have time to connect to his culture. Or to practice all of the little prayers.

He wondered if the longer you went away from your culture the harder it would be to actually begin again. And might staying in this nation completely divorce him from his heritage? Or warp his Air Bending into something altogether new and strange?

Thoughts like this frightened him.

But he could still find ways to spread his culture to his children. In hidden ways, in secretive private ways. In little private tricks that no one would ever suspect. The chi points were a perfect example.

He told his daughters it was mere massage. Just a small specific branch of martial arts that impacted the flow of a persons energy. Kumi was the one who understood the most, and took the most interest in the training. She spent hours learning from him.

Perhaps it was because she lacked Fire Bending. All of his daughters did. He had a theory or two as to why. But he never spoke them out loud.

"Finished. You look wonderful darling." He said pushing Kumi up. She did a little twirl on her tip toe. Her braid swinging wildly around her head. The thick knot at the bottom giving the swing some weight. He grinned and she sat down in front of him.

"Now today I will teach you the flows across the arms. How to relax the pressure points, and how to encourage the flow of energy through the body." He pressed right on the inside of her elbow. Then moved his thumbs downwards and pressed on the pressure point, making her arm go numb to the fingertips.

Tyleer wrapped his arm tighter around Ty'Sow the two were still sticky from their love making. Her gasps evened out and she snuggled tighter to him. She smiled against his chest and let out a little sigh. Their legs were entwined like kelp in the undertow. Her toes curled and uncurled in delight.

He looked down at the crown of her head with a frown.

"Alright. What's wrong?" He asked. She glanced up at him and then away.

"I'm sorry."

"You've been saying that a lot more recently. I told you that it is alright."

"But it isn't." She insisted. She started to push herself up, winced and collapsed back onto him in exhaustion. Her arms couldn't work right now. And her hips and thighs were sore and covered in cum and sweat.

"It isn't alright what I did to you. It isn't alright how I took you from your home. How I imprisoned you here. How I forced you to be my little toy. How I took joy in your subservience. It isn't alright how I…how I killed your people. How my country killed your people. I've kept you my prisoner, in one way…or another…"

"I don't regret the girls. I love my daughters. And I love you." He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Her soft lips were large and pillow like. They embraced his as well.

"We've lived together for over a decade my darling. I miss my home. But I am alive. And bits of my people live too."

"But the girls…they will never be nomads. They will never know that part of themselves. It will be a secret thing, a little ember lost in the glow of the Fire Nation." Ty'Sow sighed and pressed her forehead to his chest. "I wish that we had met differently. That we could have done it all over. That I could have earned you. That I could have earned your love…That I didn't…that I hadn't…."

She rubbed her fingertips over his arms and hands. He took her fingers and squeezed.

"You don't fire bend anymore." He said. She snorted and glared up at him.

"I don't deserve to. Not after what happened. There is a theory, mostly just a rumor…That if you don't use your element in front of the youth, that if you deny your bending, eventually it will disappear. I want mine to disappear. I will not force my girls to learn. Let the house of Ty get their warriors and Fire Benders from some other branch of the family. None of my daughters or granddaughters or great granddaughters will be Fire Benders."

"Or Air Nomads." He said. She wrapped her arms all the tighter around him.

"I'm sorry. And I will always be sorry. I will never stop saying sorry."

Tyleer stood in the brothel. The heavy scent of incense and steaming logs filled the hallways. A man dressed as a demon chased a shrieking giggling whore past him. The man was armed with a carrot and the woman was clothed in high heels and nothing else.

Tyleer was red in the face and on his third cup of the evening. The wine was hitting him hard and remorselessly. Ty'Pow was in a room with an Earth Kingdom prostitute. A male Earth Kingdom prostitute. Ty'Pow was going back to the front in the morning. And the aspiring general wanted to get his lust out as hard and as fast as possible. Even if that meant sleeping with a captured enemy.

The Fire Nation condoned same sex relations between citizens. But if you were not a citizen, if you were say a conquered people. Or a slave. Then their citizens could control the unfortunate conquered bodies to their hearts content. The work around was cumbersome, but most of the royals turned a blind eye. Since so many of them also indulged in the debauchery, it was a difficult law to enforce.

It was disappointing, since Tyleer recalled how only twenty years ago the Fire Nation permitted same sex marriages. He shook his head. To think he had been in this nation as a slave for over two decades. He could feel it sitting on him. On his chest. On his shoulders. On his very soul. Sometimes he would mistake himself for a youth, a man of eighteen, of seventeen. Then he would catch a glimpse of his daughters training in the gardens. Doing their exercises, their flips and punches, practicing their energy blocking and hair braiding. And he would be reminded of his age. Of the weight in his bones and the sag on his abdomen.

Or those fucking troublemaking twins Lo and Li would be visiting and make a snide comment about the gray in his hair. Why those twins found the Ty clan so interesting he could not say. Then again the granddaughters of General La always seemed to have their fingers in many different tea pots. If they did not become Fire Lady's in their own right then they would at least influence the future of the Fire Nation in some way.

He shook his head. Trying to clear his thoughts of younger women. Ty'Sow knew where he was. She had told him to keep an eye on her brother. But he was not going to just interrupt the rutting of the other man if he could help it.

Tyleer ducked into a random lust room. Choosing one on a whim. He couldn't stand in that smoke filled hallway forever. Eventually the owners would grow suspicious. Tyleer didn't wish to be here. But his brother in law was in town, and Ty'Sow was entertaining her widowed mother Woo. Along with untold numbers of other women and widows. The woman tea ceremony was always an important aspect of Fire Nation lady culture.

Tyleer wrinkled his nose. This room stunk to high heaven. It reeked of hogs and unwashed women flesh. It reeked of abuse and blood. It smelt like a slaughter house. There wasn't even a bad. Only a scrap of blanket and a rattling chain.

The woman was cowered in a corner. Like a discarded pile of garbage. Her long hair was lank and pressed against her sweaty scar covered back. Her legs were curled up, she was making herself as small as possible. She was motionless until he coughed. She unrolled herself and gripped her ankles. Spreading her legs and exposing her pussy and stomach. There were stretch marks there. Although he had not been trained for a long time, a caretaker could still recognize the signs of a formerly pregnant woman.

"Fuck me hard oh Fire Nation stud. Dive your cock deep into my unworthy cunt. I live to serve at the discretion of the Fire Nation. I am nothing more then a stupid fat ass sow. I deserve to by hit, piss on me, kick me, twist my nipples until I bleed. Rape me with your big hard hot hard on. I can suck your cock until you drown me in your cum. I live to serve the Fire Nation as nothing more then a cunt that can walk and talk." She mumbled through thick bruised lips.

Tyleer felt his heart stop. Those eyes, those familiar kind eyes….

"Nun Lio?" He dropped to his knees before her. She stared though him. Not recognizing the boy in the beard. Her blue tattoos were faded. Her eyes glassy. A bit of drool dripped down her chin.

"I thought you were dead." He said in amazement. She didn't even blink. The beautiful nude yoga instructor just spread her legs further.

"Please oh master, oh my superior. Rape this unworthy whore and expand the Fire Nation all the further." She said in soft supplication. Tyleer blinked. Then he scowled.

The guard at the door tried to stop the young man and the woman. She held the hooded robe tightly around her bare chest. Her head down submissively. Hair hanging in her face. Tyleer didn't kick his way out. Or fight. He clicked some gold into the man's hands and walked out.

Lio sat mutely in the empty room. They had decorated it with flowers and scrolls. The bars on the window had been removed after Ty'King passed away. The chair had cushions, and there were visitor chairs there too.

Nun Lio's mouth was open mutely. Tyleer scooped up a small bite of rice and placed it on her lips. He closed her jaw and she chewed, she chewed until it was mush, then a liquid, and then she swallowed. He smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.

She had not spoken a word in months. Not since he took her from that brothel. She hadn't spoken when he bathed her. Not a peep when he put her in warm dry clothes. Not a single hiccup as he tucked the older woman into her soft safe bed. Not a single word in the past few months. The silent woman just sat in her silent room. Not speaking, not giving a hint that she was even aware where she was.

The Air Nomad nun was a shell of her former self. She was missing her ring fingers. And her blue tattoos had faded to mere bruises of their former glory.

Tyleer had painted a small blue arrow on each hand. Just a light dusting. To put her at ease. There were no laws against it. And none of the others in the household had mentioned it.

"More tea?" Ty'Sow offered the nun. Lio tilted her head over a little. The thick callouses on her neck stood out starkly. She had been in chains, and stockades. They tried to ignore the thick skin and the scars, and the implication about what had been done to her. And why you would want a woman in stockades that kept her head and wrists immobile.

Ty'Sow readjusted Lio's chin and the tea cup and gently poured the warm liquid into the older women's mouth. The three sat in silence staring out the window. The breeze came in through the open blinds and played on their faces. A small trickle of tears came down Lio's face. She let out a deep gasp.

Maybe the fluttering butterflies had awakened it. Or the sweet tea. Or maybe she was just ready to finally talk. To talk to someone from her people. To talk to someone who was trying to hurt her."

"Babies…I dreamt I had a baby…I dreamed they forced me to make babies…"She clutched her stomach. She shivered and she sobbed. Her gasping hiccupping rage blasted out of her face. The sorrow of the indignities thrust upon her, inside of her, deep into her. The sorrow of her children taken from her. Of not even getting the opportunity to meet them. Perhaps of her culture having been torn from her. Or a mix of both.

All Tyleer could do was sit. And hold her as she sobbed.

Tyleer reached the top of the hill. He kneeled and took out the box of ashes. Ty'Sow kneeled beside him.

"Were there any words? Prayers?" She asked softly. He nodded as he undid the string and spread out Lio's remains. The wind picked up and swirled the ashes off.

"Yes. But I can't remember them." He said softly. Lio had lived an additional five years. Her time had been one of silence and comfort. Spent going from room to room. They never explained her to the children. And the children never asked. Lio had died in her sleep. As peaceful a way as any could ask.

She spoke fewer and fewer words towards the end. She ate less. She didn't seem to meditate. All she could do was drift like a ghost. The horrors of her confinement too large to process.

"She never used her bending." Ty'Sow said softly. He nodded and rubbed his nose.

"You might be right. About how it disappears. How it will eventually shrivel up and die. Maybe…Maybe the house of Ty will be lucky and lose its Fire Bending."

"It won't make up for what we did. But it is a bit of…balance." Ty'Sow spoke softly. Tyleer watched the remains of his teacher disappear over the grass. The wind briefly picked up and carried her off. She was gone, as gone as his people, he had been given a little spark of hope.

But that too had been extinguished.

He could search for her children. But where to even start? Could he ever find them? Would he want to find them? Would they even be Air Nomads? Or just more of the Fire Nation?

He leaned his head against Ty' Sow's shoulder. His breath hitched. He cried, and then he sobbed. He clutched himself to her. His burn marks crying out in pain. She rubbed his head and sobbed alongside him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The old man walked purposefully through the Earth Kingdom marketplace. His knees were bowed and his head was stooped. He glanced down at his hand again. It was unwise to paint the blue arrow there. The entire nation was on edge with how poorly the war effort was proceeding.

But he didn't care, even just a little hint, just a little act of rebellion was enough. The sun would set soon. And the scent of the sea filled his nostrils and lungs. He winced as he walked. He should have kept up with his exercises more. His granddaughters, numerous that they were, said it would help his joints. Easy for them to say, acrobats every single one. With expert ways of flinging their bodies.

Three daughters, nine granddaughters, and the hint of great-granddaughters in his future. He expected one of them to give birth to a small litter of girls. Seven would be an extreme number. But well within the range of possibility. If any woman could do it, then it would be a woman from the house of Ty.

Tyleer bumped into another royal and mumbled out an 'excuse me' before soldiering on. He was tired and wanted to go home. He did not have the energy for the niceties that so many insisted upon.

He paused and glanced over his shoulder briefly. That man had looked familiar. Something about the set of his face….It reminded Tyleer of one of Aang's old friends. Kuzon was the name. It very well could have been him. The Fire Nation colony was attracting all sort of settlers.

Ty'Sow had moved the two of them to the colony a few decades ago. After selling the hunting preserve and the land around the forest. She wanted to retire in style in a new place. So she had insisted upon the colony. One just close enough for the girls to visit.

He felt a pang of sorrow in his stomach. Almost a solid decade since she had slipped on the steps. She had never healed right. The winter frost had taken her. He had held her hands while she passed along. She had only apologized as it happened. And he had pressed their foreheads together and forgiven her.

He missed his wife. He missed many things. The sky beneath him. The winds around his head. Riding on the back of grand creatures. Dancing and singing with his friends. Knowing where his friends even were. His heart beat a bit faster and he turned back to the hill. He had set all his affairs in order. This would be his last walk up these cobblestones.

He knew this would be the night he died. He could feel it in his bones, his joints ached. He had dreamed of his wife and Nun Lio the night before. They had been standing in the Spirit World, beckoning him onwards. Kind looks on their faces. They were young again, and strong, and healthy. They were waiting to reenter the cycle. They were waiting for him to make his appearance. He longed to join the cycle. He longed to give up this form and move comfortably into the next.

He reached his home. The stone dragons at the entrance welcomed him. The pink flower necklaces they wore gave them some personality. He patted the left one on the head for good luck.

Were those his fingers? When had they become so knotted? So bent and rickety? He never recalled them looking like that before.

He went inside and took the narrow rickety staircase to the roof. He went past the pictures that his granddaughters had painted. He had framed each and every one. Even the grubby ones they'd fingerpainted as infants.

The hatch leading up had a large red brass ring. He pushed the door closed and shuffled to the chairs set side by side. The chairs had traveled a long way from Ty'King's small room. Many asses had worn their grooves in them. And now his narrow behind got to leave it's own space.

He took a deep breath and watched the day drip along. From midafternoon into evening. Evening into night. Night into full dark. The stars came alive up there. He could count the constellations and name them.

The dancer.

The bison.

The Air Sisters.

The Koi's.

All he had been taught along the travels of his youth. His little Kumi would be visiting in a few days. She would find him up here. He frowned and got to his feet.

"One. Two. Three." He dropped his robe to his ankles. He tore his headband off. The blue arrows he had painted across his old tattoos stood starkly out on his skin. He bent his knees and brought his protesting arms upwards.

He jumped and he kicked. He sliced his hands cleanly through the air. The entire time he controlled his breathing. The movements were familiar. The movements were so achingly familiar. His bare feet landed and he spun. He willed his heart to tremble. He embraced The Breath.

And he bent the air. A blast came from his palm and raced away. Tickling at some windchimes a couple houses over. With a cocky grin he spun and let loose another blast. This one toppling a fine vase on someone's windowsill. He took a deep breath, focused down through his nostrils.

And he was forty feet up in the air. His bare skin singing in the night time. His eyes widened and tears came to them. He could see the world from up there. He could see forever from up here. His lips parted and he laughed.

He laughed and howled and giggled and chortled. He came crashing back down to earth and landed nimbly on his tip toes. He smiled and bowed low. To the night sky, to the spirits, to life itself.

He wandered back to his discarded robes and wrapped them around himself. He sat shivering on his seat and let his mind wander.

Did Aang still live?

Was the Avatar hidden somewhere?

Had he been captured in a Fire Nation raid?

Officially the Avatar had simply vanished without a trace. Many didn't even know that Aang was the Avatar. Many still awarded the title to Roku. Tyleer smugly grinned. Many of the soldiers still believed that Jinju had been the Avatar. After all he had been found in the chambers.

Although he could not prove it, Tyleer could sense something. Aang was still out there. The Avatar still lived. There still remained hope. He at least still held hope inside of him. He coughed and stared up at the stars.

"Alright. I am coming."

He started with his left arm. He pressed at the wrist. He pressed hard, harder, hardest. He cut off the circulation and let the lump of meat land softly on his thigh. He bent over and pressed the pressure points on his ankles. Then his knees. He went back down and chopped firmly again between the two points. Cutting off the circulation there.

His heart was beating faster. As if it could tell something was wrong.

His neck was next. The muscles stood out tautly as he massaged them into submission. His arms. His chest. His sides. Every last inch of him got attention. He finally ended with his fingers above his heart.

He pulled back and then slammed his pointer and middle finger down. Once. Twice. Three times. His heart quivered, then something inside of the muscle went burst. His eyes widened in shock.

A pair of long delicate hands were massaging his shoulders. He glanced behind him in surprise.

She was beautiful. Wearing a see through white silk gown. Her body was radiance incarnate. Her breasts were full and mouth watering. Light seemed to stream out of every inch and pore of her. Her hair floated as if caught in a summer breeze.

Tyleer stood and bowed respectfully.

"Master Raava." He intoned her powerful name. The spirit of creation bowed back. She offered him her arm. He took it respectfully. It was rude and foolhardy to offend a spirit. He looked back at his old body once.

"I was smaller then I thought." He said reflectively. Now he was young again. His body in its prime. Even his tattoos were back in full.

"We all grow small. Eventually. There is no shame in it." Raava walked with him into the light. The cycle stood open before him. Countless levels of people and animals. Twirling and swirling. Blinking in and out of existence. He found two small jars attached to either hip.

"My love." He said in surprise picking up one.

"Your hate." She took the other. He sighed and glanced around witsfully.

"She has moved along already." Raava said gently. She then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. A soft tender kiss. Like a mother to a son. And maybe a hint of something more. "But she asked me to give you this."

"Hey! Get your freaky spirit lips off of my man bitch!" Ty'Sow shouted as she marched forward. Tyleer sprung in surprise. He blinked and glanced at the playful Raava.

"That…that was from…"

"Nun Lio. She also said thank you for reminding her of kindness and beauty in the world. And how she intends to spread some of her own upon her next reincarnation." Tyleer looked down at Ty'Sow. She had glomped onto his side. Holding his arm in both of hers. Still glaring stubbornly upwards at the spirit.

He could not take his eyes off of Ty'Sow's lovely breasts. So full and firm and young again. His dick popped to attention. He felt no shame in it though. It was merely the way of things in the afterlife.

"You waited for me?" He said with a small grin. Ty'Sow blushed an adorable shade of pink and nuzzled against him.

"Well yeah…I missed you."

"She was not the only one." Raava said before stepping to the side. Tyleer blinked. Then he smiled. Then he sobbed.

"Jinju!" The boy grinned and ran into his awaiting friend's arms. The two spun and jumped a mile into the air. Tyleer did not apologize. He knew that Jinju would not accept it. The two merely jumped, and soared, and laughed. Overjoyed to be reconnected again. They came crashing back down and embraced Ty'Sow. The trio jumped and giggled and shrieked with joy.

"Are you ready to move on my dears?" Raava asked offering the next cycle. Reincarnation. A second chance. A way to make the world kinder again.

"Yes." Tyleer said with a grateful smile. He took Jinju's hands and Ty'Sow's small palm. It fit so wonderfully in his.

"I wonder where we will each end up next?" Tyleer mused. Ty'Sow squeezed his hand with a smile.

"I hope that it will be together again." He paused in the spirit doorway. He took her thin chin in his hands and kissed her. Then they both crossed over and got to where they were going.

Editor's Note: So again...
Creeply: Yeah yeah multiple chapters. Whatever. This sort of is my explanation on how some families can do bending and other's can't. It's not just a magic power, it's a martial art mixed with cultural ties. At least that's how I think of it.
Editor's Note: Well get away from the OC's. I've told you before no one gives a rats ass about OC's. Get back to the smut. I want to see Zuko rearrange Katara and Azula's guts already.
Creeply: Alright Alright calm down. Fuck's sake.
Editor's Note: I also think you might have fudged the numbers with Lo and Li and their general age. I don't think they are that old.
Creeply: Well I just thought it would be interesting if they made an appearance as children.
Editor's Note: Whatever. Plus now we know that some Air Nomad nuns survived in brothels and as sex slaves. Not exactly as fun as I was hoping for. I sort of wished we saw more of Lio and her domestication.
Creeply: And I want to be six foot six, chiseled as a statue and hung like a bull stud. It ain't in the cards.

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