[A/N: Hey guys its been a while. So uhm this is the start of the second volume. Chapters will henceforth return to their original lengths. I promise this volume is more planned out than the first. There will be more action scenes as well as hentai. As for the pacing, I will try to keep it consistent. Anyway so if you are reading this on patreon I thank you for your support. Additionally please be aware that this chapter contains scenes of an adult nature. For your information the section when the scenes start are indicated by R-18. All future chapters with this indication have some level of coitus involved.]
Chapter 1: Vessel of Raava [R-18]
The golden afternoon sun poured through the towering windows of the Great Hall of Statues, its light dancing across the serene faces of past Avatars carved in stone. The air held a hushed reverence, broken only by the idle chatter and occasional laughter of the gathered group. It had been years since the hall felt so lively, though the reason for their meeting carried a weight few wanted to address outright.
Korra leaned against one of the massive columns, arms crossed, her gaze drifting to the imposing statue of Avatar Wan being embraced by Raava at the hall's end. Despite its size and worn detail, it felt distant—a reminder of something she should have but didn't. Her connection to the past, to Wan and all the Avatars before her, was gone. And yet, something about last night's story stirred a flicker of hope she couldn't explain.
"Do you think she'll actually show up this time?" Bolin asked, his voice breaking the silence with its usual exuberance. He was sprawled on the steps leading to the central dais, tossing a small rock between his hands. "She's, like, super mysterious. Mysterious people love being late. It's their thing."
"Or maybe she's not coming back because she's full of hot air," Tenzin muttered, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The Airbending master's stern expression was tempered only slightly by the presence of his wife, Pema, who stood beside him with a look of mild amusement.
"I don't know, Tenzin," Kya chimed in, her tone light but teasing. "She did seem pretty legit last night. You're just mad because she didn't bow to you and declare you the most important person in the room."
"I'm not mad," Tenzin snapped, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself. "I'm… skeptical. There's a difference."
Bumi, lounging with one leg propped up on the base of Avatar Roku's statue, chuckled loudly. "Skeptical? Sure. Let's call it that."
"Leave him alone, Bumi," Katara said, her voice carrying the quiet authority of a woman who had weathered countless debates among her children. Despite her words, there was a faint smile on her lips. She turned to Tenzin. "I understand your concerns. The woman doesn't behave like someone who's lying, but she hasn't given us a reason to trust her either."
"I trust her," Korra said abruptly, pushing off the column and stepping closer to the group. Her voice carried a certainty that drew everyone's attention. "I don't know why, but I do. It's like… I know her. Like I've met her before."
Katara studied Korra for a moment, her sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly in thought. She didn't say it aloud, but a quiet suspicion formed in her mind: perhaps one of Korra's past lives had known the mysterious storyteller.
"Maybe you have," Katara said instead, her voice gentle. "Even if you don't remember."
"Ugh, this is all so spooky," Meelo declared dramatically, earning a stifled laugh from Ikki. The younger airbenders, clustered near the base of Kyoshi's statue, had spent most of the wait playing a game that seemed to involve hiding behind the towering sculptures and jumping out to scare one another.
"Spooky or not," Jinora said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stood by her siblings, "she does know things no one else could. That's hard to ignore."
"Exactly!" Bolin exclaimed, springing to his feet and gesturing wildly. "She knew all about the second Avatar, this Yogan guy, and how he went into the Spirit World and—"
"Yes, Bolin," Mako interrupted, his tone dry. He was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression one of long-suffering patience. "We were all there. We know."
"Just trying to build the suspense!" Bolin shot back, feigning offense.
Before the banter could escalate, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance.
The storyteller had returned.
Her presence commanded the room without effort. Draped in flowing robes of deep indigo that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, she moved with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. Her long hair, dark as midnight, cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing eyes held an intensity that made it difficult to look away.
She paused at the threshold, her gaze sweeping over the group, her expression shifting to one of faint surprise. "There are more of you than I expected," she said, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying an air of quiet authority.
"You brought the whole family," she added, her lips curving into a slight smile. "Good. This is exactly what I wanted. The more who hear this story, the better it will be for the challenges ahead."
"What challenges?" Tenzin asked, his skepticism flaring as he stepped forward. "You've been vague about your intentions from the start."
The woman regarded him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. "In time, you will understand," she said simply. "But for now, let us focus on the story. That is what you came for, isn't it?"
Tenzin opened his mouth to respond, but Katara placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Let her speak," she said quietly, her tone brokering no argument.
The storyteller inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, then moved to the center of the hall, her robes flowing like water with each step. As she settled herself on the dais, the group instinctively gathered around, their anticipation palpable.
Bolin leaned forward, practically bouncing with excitement. "So, last night, you stopped right when Yogan was in the Spirit World, about to meet Wan and Raava!"
The storyteller's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Yes," she said softly, her voice drawing them in as easily as the tide.
***---***
The swamp was alive with an energy that Yogan could never quite comprehend. The humid air was thick with the smell of wet moss and ancient bark, the sounds of chirping insects blending into a symphony with the distant croaks of unseen creatures. The murky water swirled around his ankles as he stood, barefoot and astonished. This was the third time he had found himself here, in this strange, mystical place, yet the wonder never faded. His fingers instinctively touched his sides where only mere seconds ago deep wounds had marred his skin. Now, they were gone, leaving behind unblemished flesh.
Every time he stepped into this swamp, it was as if his body and spirit were rejuvenated, cleansed of all weariness and pain. But how? Why? He could never make sense of it.
Ahead, standing atop a patch of moss-covered land surrounded by gnarled tree roots, was the man Yogan revered most: Wan. His idol, his legend. The man looked as youthful as he had in the tales passed down through generations, his sharp, determined eyes and lithe figure a testament to his spirit's vitality. And yet, there was something ancient in the way he carried himself—a weight of wisdom and sorrow that could only come from a life lived for the world.
But today, Wan wasn't alone. Beside him, glowing with a light so pure it seemed to push back the very shadows of the swamp, was Raava. Her form was ethereal and intricate, her body an elegant fusion of flowing lines and celestial symmetry. The light she emitted was soft but commanding, her presence undeniable. The tendrils extending from her body seemed to sway gently, as if moved by an unseen breeze.
Wan turned to the spirit, his voice breaking the stillness. "Raava, what are you doing here? Why reveal yourself to him?"
Yogan stepped forward, his breath hitching. "Who… who is she?"
Wan turned back, his expression softening. "She is Raava, the Spirit of Light."
Yogan froze, the name reverberating through his mind. "Raava? The Raava? The temple elders have taught us about her… and Vaatu." His brow furrowed, skepticism creeping into his voice. "Are you truly the same spirit who helped Wan defeat the Dark Spirit?"
The radiant figure of Raava tilted slightly, her voice melodic yet firm. "I am."
Wan's expression darkened as he faced her again, an uncharacteristic seriousness overtaking his features. "What is this about, Raava? Why now?"
Raava's glow seemed to brighten as she turned her gaze toward Wan. "Do you remember our last conversation on the day you died?"
Wan's eyes narrowed as he searched his memories. Slowly, he nodded. "You said you would be with me through all my lifetimes until we restored true order and balance to the world."
Raava turned to Yogan, her light bathing him as if illuminating his very soul. "This young man is your legacy, Wan. Your second incarnation. And because of that, I am connected to him just as I was to you."
The words struck both men like a thunderclap. Wan's eyes widened, his usually calm demeanor cracking as he whispered, "My… second incarnation?"
Yogan took a step back, his voice trembling. "That's why I can bend water just now, isn't it?"
Raava's glow pulsed rhythmically, a sign of affirmation. "Yes. Like Wan before you, and like all those who will come after you, you have the potential to bend all four elements. This is the legacy Wan started, one that will endure for ten thousand years."
Wan staggered slightly, as though the enormity of it all had finally caught up to him. "Ten thousand years…" he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
Yogan, on the other hand, felt a torrent of emotions crashing through him. Excitement surged at the thought of succeeding the man he idolized, but it was tempered by a deep, gnawing sense of responsibility that threatened to overwhelm him. "How… how is this even possible? Why can I bend the elements Wan could?"
Wan's gaze sharpened as he faced Yogan, a sudden intensity in his eyes. "What do you know about my fight with Vaatu?"
Yogan straightened, recalling the teachings of Monk Nara. "You helped Raava seal the Dark Spirit in the spirit world. Somewhere far from here."
Wan nodded slowly. "That's only half the story. During the Harmonic Convergence, I used the energy of the celestial alignment to permanently fuse Raava with me. That bond allowed me to bend the other elements simultaneously."
Raava's soft voice added, "And through that fusion, Wan's soul—and thus all his reincarnations—became my vessel. It is through this bond that the power to master all four elements passes from one incarnation to the next."
The weight of their words pressed down on Yogan like a physical force. His chest tightened, his breaths shallow. He could feel the gravity of his destiny, the enormity of his role in the world. And yet, a spark of hope burned within him. The thought of following in Wan's footsteps filled him with a sense of purpose he had never known before.
Wan broke the silence, his voice steady but tinged with concern. "What does this mean, Raava? What does he have to do now?"
Raava's tendrils swayed as she spoke, her light intensifying. "Just as you traveled the world to master all four elements, so too must Yogan. He must bring balance, for the world is entering a new era. The Lion Turtles are no longer here to protect humanity, and the spirits remain in the mortal realm. Especially those who worked with Vaatu. The world needs him now more than ever."
Wan's expression darkened. "And after this era?"
Raava's glow dimmed slightly, her tone somber yet resolute. "Until the next era and the ones after. This is the burden of my avatar."
Yogan's mind raced. He felt torn between the thrill of living up to the legend of Wan and the crushing weight of the expectations placed upon him. His voice, barely above a whisper, betrayed his inner turmoil. "I… I don't know if I can do this."
Wan placed a firm hand on Yogan's shoulder, his eyes burning with determination. "You can. You must. The world depends on it."
Yogan met Wan's gaze, drawing strength from the man he had always idolized. Slowly, he nodded, the spark of hope in his chest growing brighter.
The swamp around them seemed to hum with an ancient energy, as if the very world acknowledged the enormity of the moment. The second Avatar's journey had only just begun.
***
The sound of waves was distant but steady, each crash against the shore like the heartbeat of a restless world. Yogan stirred, his breath hitching as he felt the sharp sting of air on his raw skin. The ache in his muscles was deep, a dull throb that seemed to reach his very bones. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the pale morning sky, streaked with the smoky remnants of their battle.
"Yogan!"
The voice was familiar, urgent yet calm. Turning his head, he saw Monk Nara kneeling beside him, her robes slightly tattered, her face smudged with soot but her eyes sharp and focused. Her hands hovered over him, assessing his injuries.
"Good, you're awake," she said, relief breaking through her stern tone. "I thought we'd lost you."
Yogan groaned as he tried to sit up, his body protesting every movement. His hand instinctively went to his side, where dried blood clung to a deep gash. "What… happened?"
"You collapsed," Nara said, sitting back on her heels. "When I arrived, the fight was already over. Kezin and Renjii were gone."
The words hit him like a blow. Yogan's breath caught as his eyes darted around. The beach was a mess of chaos—scorched earth, uprooted trees, and jagged rocks scattered across the sand. The air still smelled of smoke and sweat. But there was no sign of Kezin or Renjii.
"They escaped?" he asked, his voice hollow.
Monk Nara nodded, her expression unreadable. "By the time I got here, there was nothing left but wreckage. The elders and I managed to fend off the earthbenders and the rebels Renjii recruited. We drove them back, but at a cost. Several of our people are injured, and the temple…" She paused, the weight of her words heavy. "The temple is damaged, Yogan. It will take months to repair, and some wounds may never fully heal."
Yogan's hands clenched into fists. "I let them go," he muttered. "I wasn't strong enough. I can barely even remember the fight itself."
"You did what you could," Nara said firmly.
But her words offered no comfort. Yogan looked down at his hands, his knuckles scraped raw. He remembered the battle—the chaos, the rage, the overwhelming power he'd felt when he pushed himself beyond his limits. And yet, it hadn't been enough.
As Nara helped him to his feet, Yogan staggered, his legs unsteady beneath him. He glanced at the horizon, where the ocean met the sky, and felt a pit of dread settle in his stomach. Somewhere out there, Kezin was free, carrying with him the promise of destruction. And Renjii, his own kin, had chosen a path that would bring harm to their people.
"You're quiet," Nara observed as they began walking along the beach. Her tone was casual, but her eyes watched him closely.
"I'm fine," Yogan said quickly. Too quickly.
Nara's brow furrowed, but she didn't press. Instead, she changed the subject. "The earthbenders who attacked us… they were coerced."
Yogan glanced at her, surprised.
"Lady Kiva," she continued. "She promised them power, wealth, and freedom if they helped her overthrow the elders. Many of them were desperate, manipulated into thinking they had no choice. And Renjii…" Her voice faltered slightly. "Renjii targeted the younger airbenders, convincing them that the elders were corrupt and that rebellion was the only path forward. Between the two of them, they nearly succeeded in tearing our people apart."
Yogan's jaw tightened. He could feel the anger rising again, but beneath it was something deeper: guilt.
"You've seen what they're capable of," Nara said. "Kezin is dangerous, Yogan. He wields power that none of us fully understand. And Renjii…" She hesitated, her voice softening. "Renjii is your brother. Whatever path he's chosen, he's still your blood."
Yogan didn't respond. He couldn't.
They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the crunch of sand beneath their feet and the distant cries of seabirds. Nara glanced at Yogan, noting the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed to carry an invisible weight.
"You're not telling me something," she said finally.
Yogan stiffened. "I don't know what you mean."
Nara stopped walking, turning to face him. Her gaze was piercing, the kind that saw straight through lies. "I've known you for more than a decade Yogan. I know you more than even yourself. Hence I know when something is troubling you."
For a moment, Yogan considered telling her. About Raava, about Wan, about the destiny that now loomed over him like a storm cloud. But the words caught in his throat. How could he explain what even he didn't fully understand?
"It's nothing," he said, avoiding her eyes.
Nara frowned but didn't push further. Instead, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm but reassuring. "Whatever it is, you don't have to carry it alone. Remember that."
Yogan nodded, though the gesture felt hollow.
As they continued walking, Yogan's thoughts spiraled. He replayed Raava's words in his mind, the weight of her revelation crushing him. The reincarnation of Wan. The second Incarnation. The bridge between worlds.
He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to be some sort of hero, to shoulder the fate of the world. He could barely protect the people closest to him. What hope did he have of fulfilling a destiny so vast, so far beyond his understanding?
The pressure was suffocating. His chest tightened, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Yogan."
Nara's voice broke through the haze, grounding him. He looked up to see her watching him with quiet concern.
"We're almost there," she said, nodding toward the distant outline of the temple. "The elders will want to see you."
Yogan swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. He couldn't let them see his fear. He couldn't let anyone see.
When they reached the temple, the damage was worse than Yogan had imagined. Sections of the walls were scorched black, and the courtyard was littered with debris. Injured airbenders rested in makeshift shelters, their faces weary but determined.
Nara led him to the elders, who were gathered in the main hall, their expressions grave. Yogan listened as they discussed the attack, their voices heavy with concern.
But his mind was elsewhere. He felt like an outsider in his own body, the weight of his destiny pressing down on him.
As the meeting ended, Nara approached him once more. "You should rest," she said gently. "You've been through more than most can endure."
Yogan nodded, but rest was the last thing on his mind.
As he lay awake that night, staring at the fractured ceiling of his room, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he couldn't afford to fail again.
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The temple grounds had grown silent, the only sound the occasional whisper of wind through the open windows. Yogan couldn't sleep. His mind churned with the weight of everything that had been revealed to him. His destiny. His connection to Wan. Raava's words about the world needing him more than ever.
The dim light of his lantern flickered as he wandered the empty halls, its faint glow casting elongated shadows on the stone walls. The intricate carvings of airbender history seemed to watch him as he passed, their silent gazes adding to his turmoil. He had hoped walking would clear his mind, but instead, it only amplified the cacophony of thoughts battling for dominance.
He paused at an intersection of corridors, his fingers tightening around the handle of the lantern. The faint aroma of incense lingered in the air, a reminder of the temple's spiritual nature. But it brought him no comfort.
'Who could I talk to?' he thought. 'Yoan? No, he wad still recovering from the injuries from Kuno. And besides, this isn't something he could help me with.'
His gaze lifted to the faint light seeping from beneath a nearby door. The flickering shadow inside told him someone was still awake. The answer came to him without hesitation: Monk Nara. If anyone could help him make sense of this, it would be her. She had always been a source of wisdom and comfort.
Steeling himself, Yogan walked to her door and raised a hand to knock. His knuckles hesitated mid-air, doubt creeping in. But the need to unburden himself won out, and he knocked softly.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then came the faint rustling of fabric, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. The door creaked open, revealing Nara framed in the soft glow of a single candle. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her barely sheer evening gown did little to conceal her form.
Yogan's breath hitched. He had always admired Nara's beauty, but this was different. In the dim light, she seemed otherworldly, her presence both comforting and intimidating. His eyes betrayed him, lingering longer than they should on the soft curves visible through the thin fabric.
A wry smile tugged at Nara's lips as she leaned against the doorframe. "Yogan, if you came here just to stare at my breasts, you could have at least waited until morning."
Her teasing tone snapped him out of his stupor. Heat rushed to his face, and he quickly averted his gaze. "I… I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's just—"
"You think I'm sexy," she interrupted, a blush creeping up her own cheeks despite her confident demeanor.
"I do," Yogan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're… incredibly sexy."
Nara's smile softened, and she stepped aside to grab a robe from a nearby chair, pulling it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she said, her voice quieter now. "I wasn't sure if you were ready to say something like that."
Yogan's brow furrowed. "I wasn't sure if you even wanted me to think of you that way."
She chuckled softly, tightening the robe around her waist. "I don't particularly mind. It's obvious you have feelings for me. And I…" She hesitated, her eyes meeting his. "To a certain degree, I return those feelings."
The admission sent a surge of emotion through Yogan—excitement, relief, disbelief. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that," he said, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Since the day I met you over a decade ago."
Nara's smile brightened, her silver hair glowing faintly in the lantern's light. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the air between them heavy with unspoken words. Then, breaking the silence, she asked, "Is that what you came here for?"
Yogan's demeanor shifted. The playful warmth in his expression gave way to a somber intensity. "No," he said quietly. "You were right before. I am hiding something. I thought I could handle it on my own, but…" He trailed off, the weight of his confession pulling at him.
"Come in," Nara said gently, stepping aside to let him enter.
Yogan stepped inside, the warmth of Nara's room a stark contrast to the cool emptiness of the temple halls. The soft light of her lantern illuminated the modest space—a simple bed adorned with neat linens, shelves lined with scrolls and trinkets, and a meditation mat in one corner. The air smelled faintly of lavender, a calming fragrance that immediately eased some of the tension gripping his chest.
Nara closed the door softly behind him, her robe brushing the floor as she moved to light another candle. The flickering flames cast a soft golden glow across the room, highlighting the silver of her hair and the delicate contours of her face.
"Sit," she said, gesturing to a cushioned chair near the small table where her half-finished tea still steamed. Yogan obeyed, lowering himself onto the chair with a heaviness that mirrored the turmoil in his heart. Nara poured him a cup of tea, her movements graceful and deliberate. She handed it to him and sat across from him, her piercing gaze searching his face.
"Now," she said softly, "tell me everything."
For a moment, Yogan was silent, staring into the cup cradled in his hands. The tea's gentle warmth seeped into his fingers, grounding him. He took a deep breath and began.
He spoke of the battle, of bending water for the first time in the heat of desperation. He described the Spirit World, the ancient swamp where he had stood face-to-face with Wan and Raava. His words were halting at first, but as he continued, the dam broke, and the story spilled out in its entirety: the revelation of his destiny, the weight of being Wan's reincarnation, and the overwhelming knowledge that he was meant to master all four elements.
Nara listened intently, her expression shifting with each new detail. Her silver brows furrowed in concentration, her lips parted slightly as if to ask a question but then closing again to let him continue. Occasionally, she interjected, seeking clarification or offering insights.
"So, you truly met Wan and Raava?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe. "And you're certain it wasn't a vision or a dream?"
Yogan nodded. "It felt real. More real than anything I've ever experienced. And Raava… she said I'm the second incarnation of Wan. That it's my destiny to bring balance to the world."
Nara leaned back slightly, her fingers drumming against the edge of the table. "And the waterbending… you're certain that wasn't a fluke?"
Yogan met her gaze, his own eyes steady. "It wasn't a fluke. I felt it, Nara. The connection, the flow. It was as natural as airbending."
She nodded slowly, her mind visibly working through the implications. "Then it's true. You're not just an airbender, Yogan. You're the bridge between all elements, just as Wan was."
Yogan's voice grew quieter, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him again. "But it's all happening so fast. I'm excited, but I'm also… terrified. What if I fail? What if I can't live up to Wan's legacy?"
Nara reached across the table, placing a hand over his. Her touch was firm and reassuring. "It's normal to feel overwhelmed," she said. "You've been given a destiny greater than any of us can imagine. But you don't have to face it alone. Wan had help, and so will you."
Her words brought a flicker of hope to Yogan's heart. "Help?" he echoed.
Nara's expression softened, and she gave him a small smile. "I'll travel with you, Yogan. I'll help you complete your training, learn the other elements, and face whatever challenges come your way. I'll be there for you, through all of it."
Her declaration hung in the air, the sincerity of her words wrapping around Yogan like a protective cloak. The pressure in his chest eased, replaced by a growing sense of resolve. But beneath that, something else stirred—a different kind of tension that neither of them could ignore.
The air between them changed, charged with an unspoken intensity. Yogan's eyes searched hers, and he saw the same emotions reflected back at him—determination, warmth, and something deeper, something more primal. The distance between them seemed to vanish, and before he could think, he leaned closer.
Their lips met in a kiss that was both tentative and passionate, a moment of vulnerability that gave way to unrestrained desire. Yogan's hands found her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Nara responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair as she tilted her head to better meet him.
The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of her touch and the taste of her lips. In that moment, there was no destiny, no overwhelming expectations—only the two of them, drawn together by something neither could fully understand but both were powerless to resist.
And then the moment ended, leaving them both breathless and flushed. Nara pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a soft smile as she looked into Yogan's eyes. "Is this what you came for?" she asked, her voice teasing but laced with genuine affection.
Yogan's heart raced, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt grounded. He met her gaze and smiled. "Not entirely. But I think it's what I needed."
He proceeded to rip of his robes and threw them way ward. His hands reaching for her waist. She reached for them and guided them under the nightwear and towards her amble breasts. He squeezed the soft mounts that barely fit in his hands. Their sheer size absorbing his fingers like a sponge.
She leaned in closer and met his lips once again. Their tongues reached into their mouths in a passionate exchange of saliva. The kiss giving them both the feeling of ecstacy. His mind started going blank as he continued to squeeze her massive breasts.
A bulge formed in his pants that showed the hardness of his dick limited by the confines of his penis. Seeing the growing bulge she grapped it and gave his junk a good squeeze followed by a slight caress. He let out a slight moaning at the sheer pleasure of her soft hands holding his hands through the pants.
She backed away to her lowered bed. Letting ho of his pants as she reached to remove her garments. Momentarily he backed off and let their lips separate. His hands withdrawing from her breasts as she pulled up the garments up and over.
Like him, she threw them off without a care. Yogan gasped in shock and awe at her magnificent naked figure. Looking at him almost frozen by her form gave her a slight blush. She leaned forward and grabbed his waist, pulling him to her.
"I can't take it anymore," she gasped. "I have been waiting for this forever."
She laid on the bed. Spreading her legs in all her majesty. Spreading her legs and pussy in bare witness to him. This was the second time Yogan had seen the parts of a female in the context of coitus. All the other nearly 2 dozen times, it was the result of his peeking at the women's baths.
His pants dropped in an instant. His dick came out raging hard, pointing to the sky ready to roar. With her already giving him permission he leaned in closer on top of her and kissed her once again. His right hand reached for her left breast as his fingers once again got absorbed. The feeling of the firmness and softness making him even hornier.
He continued with the deep and passionate kiss as the sloppy sounds of saliva exchange filled the room. His other hand reached for his raging hard dick as he grabbed it and placed it on the base of her pussy. She was already wet enough that it made her pussy slippery.
In one swift motion he pushed his dick deeper into her pussy. Her pink folds tearing apart and clamping down on his cock like it could cut it off. The sheer pressure and heat made him feel like his dick was melting. She squirmed in his arms as he pushed in deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight as she continued to kiss him. Her tongue dancing inside his mouth in the sweet agony.
Yogan started a piston movement of his hips. Pulli his dick out of her slopperingly wet pussy and then shoving it straight back in. He started repeated that in regular intervals. Each thrust of his hips made her squirm. Holding him tighter so much that they could barely separate. He pulled away from the kiss as a line of saliva joined their two mouths. Staring into her hazy blue eyes he started thrusting into her more intensely. The heat melting his dick.
His sheer force pushed her back and forth as the moans became loud and louder. Her massive breasts started swaying in following her momentum, creating a hypnotic effect on him that turned him on even more. He thrust and pushed. Trying to aim for variations. Trying to find a sweet spot that made her squirm and let out an audible screech.
For Nara she had been waiting for this for sometime. It had been ages since she returned to the temple. Ages since she felt the penis of a man thrust into her pussy. Her mind went blank as he continued to thrust. Every thrust seemingly finding her sweet sport that it brought her closer to climax.
All that was heard in the room was their hurried breaths, the grunts of Yogan as the pleasure made his mind go blank. He didn't know what he was missing but now he fucking hell knew it. Her pussy felt so good he never wanted to pull out.
"F-finish inside," she said in hurried breath.
Yogan hearing this felt his lust increase, a primal urge coming over him. His movements hurried so much she screamed with a pain voice. One last time he thrust and pushed so deep in her that her back arched and twisted unnaturally. He release his sperm straight into her pussy. The sheer pressure and hotness of it bring her to climax as he let out a loud grunting noise. The sheer toll it took made them both collapse. Yogan particularly collapsing on top of her, on those soft mounts. Their hurried breaths left to be only remaining sounds in the room.
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