Chapter 39: Sexual Manipulation [R-18]
The healer's hut was dimly lit, the warm glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the room as Yogan and Renji carefully helped Yoan onto a low bed. The old healer, a man with a deeply lined face and hands steady from decades of experience, bent over Yoan, checking his wounds with swift, practiced movements. His assistant, a young woman with striking features and a calm expression, moved gracefully to Yogan's side, her gaze warm as she began to tend to his own cuts and bruises.
The healer murmured instructions to his assistant, who dabbed a cool cloth across Yogan's slashed forearm, her touch light and precise. "Your friend has lost some blood," the healer said, examining Yoan's wound. "But his vitals are steady. He'll need rest, but he'll recover."
Relief washed over Yogan, and he gave his friend a supportive nod. The assistant, focused on his own wounds, took care of the shallow cuts, her gentle hands working with a familiarity that momentarily distracted Yogan from the turmoil still brewing inside him.
Renji stepped forward, his gaze stern. "Now that Yoan will be fine," he began, his voice sharp, "I expect you to tell me what happened out there."
Yogan's face hardened as he met Renji's demanding gaze. "I don't trust you, Renji—not after everything," he said firmly. "I'll explain everything to the elders, including how Kuno died."
Renji's jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod, stepping back to let Yogan focus on the task ahead.
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Later that night, Yogan stood in the grand hall before the assembled elders. The night's events still fresh in his mind, he recounted every detail—each movement, every word spoken, the exact moment Kuno had fallen. Around him, the tattooed airbenders listened with expressions of mixed concern and curiosity, each of them sensing the gravity of the moment.
The elders exchanged worried glances as they absorbed the full story, murmuring quietly among themselves. "Without Kuno, we lose a vital source of information about the bandit attack," one of the elders noted, his voice laced with disappointment. Another elder nodded thoughtfully. "But we are grateful you and Yoan made it out alive."
They continued their discussion, deliberating over what course of action to take next. Finally, one of the elders looked at Yogan and spoke with quiet authority, "We'll need to question Kezin as well. His perspective could provide clarity."
The mention of Kezin's name stirred something in Yogan, but he merely inclined his head in acknowledgment before exiting the hall. The corridors were dim and silent as he made his way toward his chamber, his mind replaying the night's events, each memory leaving a darker impression on his thoughts.
Halfway down the hallway, Yogan spotted two figures approaching—Kaiya and Kezin, side by side, heading toward the great hall. Kezin's gaze flickered toward him, but Yogan ignored him completely, keeping his expression unreadable as he strode forward. He reached out, taking Kaiya's hand firmly in his own, without a word.
Kezin's eyes followed the movement, his expression unreadable as he watched Yogan lead her away. Kaiya glanced back over her shoulder, exchanging a brief, knowing look with Kezin, a faint smile passing between them. Everything was going as they intended.
Kaiya turned her attention back to Yogan, her face scrunching in feigned annoyance. "Yogan, let go of my hand!" she snapped, pulling against his grip. But Yogan's expression was resolute, his grip unwavering as he led her away, ignoring her protests.
They reached his chamber, and Yogan closed the door firmly behind them. He turned to face her, his expression hard as he regarded her with a mixture of frustration and suspicion. "What were you doing with Kezin?" he demanded, his voice low.
Kaiya crossed her arms, her gaze defiant. "We were together after you left with Yoan," she replied. "Is that such a crime?"
"Yoan is your friend too," Yogan retorted, his eyes narrowing. "But you didn't even seem to care about him."
Kaiya's expression softened. "That's not true," she said. "I was grateful to Kezin for saving you… He protected you from Kuno when he was about to—" Her voice wavered, but she held his gaze steadily.
Yogan's frustration simmered, but he stepped closer, his intense gaze locking onto hers as if searching for any hint of deception. He lifted her to her feet, their eyes meeting on an unspoken level. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unresolved emotions, and in that moment, something profound passed between them—an intensity that neither could deny.
After a tense pause, Yogan released her, placing her back down onto the bed, his gaze softening slightly before he turned to leave. But just as he reached the door, he hesitated, looking back at her with a dark, foreboding look. "Stay away from Kezin," he warned, his tone cold. "I don't want you hanging out with him anymore."
Kaiya's heart skipped as she recognized the growing mistrust in his eyes, and a sliver of panic took hold. If Yogan's trust in her wavered now, she would be left adrift—just as Kezin had warned her. Acting on instinct, she grabbed his arm, pulling him back into the room, her fingers tightening as she pushed him onto the bed.
Before he could react, she climbed on top of him, her lips pressing against his in a sudden, desperate kiss. Yogan struggled briefly, caught off-guard, but as her lips held firm and her body pressed close, his resistance faded. His own arms wrapped around her, his conflicted thoughts melting under the force of her touch, giving in to the side of him that craved her embrace.
Kaiya's kiss deepened, and Yogan's brief struggle faded, replaced by the pull of their closeness. She leaned into him, her hands pressing firmly against his chest, holding him in place. Her lips moved with an urgency that had something more than simple affection- a need, purpose she was fully revealing yet.
Yogan's thoughts spun, half warning him and half succumbing to the moment. His mistrust, his worries- all of it faded under Kaiya's presence. She knew exactly how to disarm him, to draw him in when he was most conflicted. He felt himself getting pulled in deeper under her spell. Kaiya's hands moved gently but insistently, holding his gaze with a look that was both soft and strangely intense.
"Yogan," she whispered, her voice low, her fingers tracing along his collarbone, lingering as if to reassure and reinforce their closeness. "You know I'd never hurt you. I am here with you, only with you."
The doubt in the mind of Yogans began to dissolve as he felt the warmth of her closeness, the softness of her voice wrapping around him. His arms instinctively tightened around her, his caution slipping away. In that moment he wanted to believe her, to forget every reason he had to be wary. Her words, her presence – they all whispered promises that soothed the doubts gnawing at him, even as a part of him knew he was going against his better judgment.
This was all he had ever wanted from his women. Ever since Kaiya agreed to be his girlfriend, he had wanted exactly this. His dream of conquering a woman, fucking a woman were about to happen. In that moment he didn't care about the outside world, not anymore. With instinct his hands moved down to her barely mature chest. From over the robes he grabbed those breasts of her. Attempting to squeeze them through the fabric but in that moment Kaiya sat up straight and eyed him. With one swift motion of her hands she lifted the robe up and over her head and tossed it to the side. In the dim candle light her magnificent figure stood bare to be eyed her boyfriend. Her cute lovely oppai that could just fit into his hands. Her lovely black hair that flowed down to her waist as she released them from the knot.
"I am going to show you how much you mean to me," she said before standing up and getting off the bed.
As he sat up she reached for his pants and pulled on them in a weirdly aggressive manner that he nearly fell off the bed. From the pants emerged his fearsome dragon raging like a bull on steroids. For a moment she simply stared at his dick as it stood ready for attention. So straight and looking so hard she could hardly believe her eyes. So much so that she needed to reach for it with her hands in a slow and deliberate way. To her cold hands his dick felt like a million degrees but as she grabbed on with both hands and felt it's girth and weight, a thought popped into her mind. How could something this big and hard go into her tiny pink hole.
The thought was momentary as mother nature took its course. For that moment she didn't even think of her bigger plan. She was in a daze wanting his impressive looking dragon about the length of her head.
Yogan who too was caught in a daze noticed her admire his member. He didn't really want her to suck on it. He could see that she was nervous about the whole ordeal. This only added to dissolving his doubts and worries about her as she was willing to do something she was so uncomfortable with just to please him. He reached for her hands still slightly trembling as they were grabbing his dick. She looked up in to his eyes amidst the reflective light of the dim candle light.
No words were uttered between the pair as he slowly pulled her up to the bed while he got on top. Their eyes never left each other as they did this. Kaiya had long removed her robes and she was now stark naked on his bed, ready for him to devour her. Same with Yogan who as a certified hentai was holding back his natural instinct to take her for real as fast as possible. Still though he respected her nervousness but still, ever slowly he lowered his waist and placed his dick at the entrance to her pink whole.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked. He didn't even know why he asked. Maybe some lingering possible subconscious preventing him from doing something he might regret.
"It's okay…" Kaiya whispered in a voice barely audible as she raise her hands to his face. Still gazing into his eyes and him into hers. "Go ahead."
With that confirmation Yogan slowly pushed the tip of his dick into her warm pink folds. Her pushy was so wet and warm it felt like he was melting. As he pushed his dick in deeper the tightness continued to build to the point where it hurt. Her pushy clamped down on him so hard his eyes became red as the pain somehow mixed in with pleasure. For Kaiya she led out grunt of pain followed by a slightly loud screech.
Yogan held his positions for a few moments as the pain subsided. The tightness still remained like a metal clamp on his junk but he was not staring to feeling the pleasure. This was all he ever wanted to do for as long as he remembered, fuck a bitch. He willed up all his strength and pushed through past the slight resistance of her hymen and past the tightness and the seering heat of her folds.
In that moment Kaiya let out a loud moan like scream while Yogan let out a rather equally loud grunt as the pressure and pleasure inside her pushy became too much.
"Please don't move…" Kaiya said as she held back the tears clearly evident on her eyes. Yogan instead dropped to her chest as he couldn't keep straight.
Just in that moment he was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and pressure of her tight pussy that he came like a high pressure gun. Spraying his cum straight into her womb. The moment created such a wave of pleasure for Kaiya that she literary hovered above the bed for a second and arched her back. Unconsciously she had used her bending to lift both her and Yogan. As the landed on the bed with a thud, the impact pushed Yogan's dick deeper into her pussy that she once again came. For the second time in seconds she came while moaning as loud as a porn star from Czech. Yogan continued his loud grunts as if he was a wounded animal. He didn't have the energy to even get up let alone take out his dick from her pussy. From the sheer exhaustion and extreme pleasure his mind wondered into sleep mode.
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