Avatar - Conquering the Elements-Chapter 166

*Island Air Temple. After the departure of the lion-turtle.*

Yo was bursting with joy and desperately wanted to share it with someone. Unfortunately, the only one at home was a lazy, fluffy cat-like spirit named Chitara. It was amusing how spirits with animal traits often acted on their instincts. Chitara loved sleeping in awkward positions and the most unexpected places. Once, Yo couldn't resist bringing home a large box—within five minutes, it had been claimed as her new temporary bed.

Chitara lazily opened her eyes and began stretching erotically, giving Yo an interesting view. She had never grown accustomed to wearing clothes, so she welcomed any chance to shed fabrics, even if they were rare materials from the Spirit World.

"Has something good happened?" Chitara asked with mild curiosity, blissfully closing her eyes as Yo's strong yet gentle hands began caressing her body. *"Oh, is touching someone's body really this pleasant? Personally, I think it's better when you're the one receiving affection..."* Yo's fingers traced her large areolas, playfully brushing against her firm nipples.

"Yes, and now it's even better," he murmured, burying his face in her neck and feeling her spirit body warm up. "Why won't you go further?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "I can see you want to, but you always stop yourself."

"Hah..." Chitara breathed heavily as Yo's fingers began playing with her soft folds below. *"It's true! I'm old enough to decide who to share my life with!"* But her father's teachings held her back. From birth, he had shielded her from male attention. It was understandable—a father, even one who was a spirit resembling a giant cat, wasn't ready to give away his long-awaited daughter so easily.

Seeing the desire in Chitara's eyes, Yo grew bolder, caressing her body with increasing urgency, doubling his own pleasure. Her soft fur and curvaceous figure created a "killer" effect that left him dizzy with desire. His lips nibbled gently on her fluffy ears while his fingers explored her full, heavy breasts. Chitara responded with sensitive purring, something she hadn't realized physical intimacy could bring. Spirits weren't strangers to touch and embraces, but most of their interactions relied on exchanging energy.

*"This feels so good..."* Chitara's thoughts melted into ecstasy, just like her body under her lover's skilled hands. Her back arched cat-like, signaling her orgasm.

*"Strange how spirits resembling human women have both holes,"* Yo thought. *��And neither is necessary. Why? They don't need to use the bathroom. Maybe it's one of the universe's mysteries I'll never solve. Though I have one baseless hypothesis: these 'holes' make it easier to create new spirits. They bypass a partner's aura, making energy mixing simpler."* Otherwise, he couldn't explain why he fathered children with spirits so easily. He'd met ancient spirits in loving relationships for centuries who still hadn't found their happiness.

Impatiently, Yo turned Chitara over, positioning her plump backside in front of his throbbing member. Running his hands over her massive rear, he slowly entered her. Her tight walls gripped him, bringing unimaginable pleasure. The Air Nomad couldn't help but admire spirit orifices—they seemed made for his member.

"Mmm!" Yo thrust deeply, savoring the bliss before beginning a steady rhythm. Chitara's backside bounced in response, almost doing the work for him.

"I feel so full..." Chitara purred lovingly as Yo filled her womb with his hot seed. Without withdrawing, he leaned against her back, enjoying the contrast of her soft fur against his skin.

"I love your breasts," Yo admitted, eager to squeeze and knead her appetizing chest for hours.

After another quick round, the unaccustomed Chitara slid off the bed, adorably sprawled on the floor. But her inviting backside left no chance for rest. Before she could recover, she felt her cheeks spread wide.

"Forgive me, but you're not resting today," Yo whispered, guiding his member into her other hole. The penetration was seamless, thanks to her spirit nature. No preparation needed—just a bit of lubrication.

"Nyaah!" Chitara let out a half-purr, half-moan as her other cavern was filled with something massive and hot.

Each thrust from Yo sent waves of weakness through Chitara. Like a jackhammer, he drove into the backside of perhaps the sexiest cat in the world. Indecent sounds filled the house. Chitara's rough tongue, dripping with saliva, hung out, and her tail puffed up like a pipe. After her rear, Yo returned to her front. For an hour, both her holes were filled with Yo's seed, creating a pool of love juices beneath her.

Later, she used her mouth to extract his "yogurt," clearly enjoying the taste...

*

*Fire Nation. The Fire Lord's Palace. One week later. Wan.*

Today, an unexpected but delightful guest awaited me in my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a charming girl whose beauty couldn't be hidden, even by her dress. Shivering with anticipation, Aine nervously twirled her blondish-golden hair.

"I've decided I want to share my life with you, Father, without any influence from our blood!" she blurted as soon as I entered.

*"How many times have I asked her not to call me Father..."* I thought, though something twisted in me fluttered happily at her words. "You've heard my answer, but I'll say it again: I'm always happy to see you as my 'daughter' and my lover," I replied, closing the distance to her sweet face. To seal my words, I quickly captured her plump lips. Aine's inexperience drove me wild, especially her soft moans of "Father." I knew we weren't blood-related, but the situation was undeniably arousing.

"Wait, don't undress," I stopped her hurried actions. Without another word, I gently turned her body so her back was to me. A fiery knife appeared in my hand, and I quickly cut away the unnecessary fabric, leaving her in a corset and stockings. After playing with her backside, I used my teeth to create a hole in her black, sexy stockings. The final step was simple. Slightly shifting her daring panties aside, I latched onto her "dragon veins."

"Father! It's dirty there!" Aine weakly protested, though her lower half moved eagerly toward my tongue.

"My girl is delicious everywhere!" Her tightening walls showed she enjoyed our father-daughter roleplay.

Sensing her approaching climax, I quickly positioned my member at her entrance. My massive organ struggled to enter her virginal, un-dragonlike small hole. Once she adjusted to the fullness, I increased my pace with delight. Aine's body trembled several times, but she never asked me to stop, so I continued thrusting into her noticeably widening hole with a clear conscience.

We switched positions: I lay comfortably in the bed's center while Aine straddled me. I held her breasts as she rode my member vigorously. Watching her "milk cans" bounce with her movements and my penis disappear inside her brought a unique aesthetic pleasure. Leaning against the wall, I played with her breasts, licking every inch of her gorgeous melons, especially her large, erect nipples. Aine's remaining clothes were ruined in the process.

"Let me take the lead now," I said, flipping her onto her back in the missionary position. Her slender legs wrapped around my waist. After giving her "girl" proper attention, I moved to the main event.

"I love you, Father!" Aine said tenderly.

"And I love you, darling!" I replied. In that moment, we both climaxed. Apparently, the verbal stimulation worked for both of us.

After half an hour, we decided to rest. Aine wanted to talk, to share what was on her mind. It turned out she'd longed for physical intimacy since seeing me with other girls.

The conversation unexpectedly turned to stockings, pantyhose, and other sexy lingerie. Aine noticed how happy I looked touching her long, stocking-clad legs.

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"I have a whole closet of similar clothes," she admitted.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go to your room!" I scooped her up and quickly opened a secret passage. In less than a minute, we were in her chambers. Aine seemed slightly intimidated by my eagerness. I can't help it—I adore lace panties, provocative bras, stockings, and pantyhose!

A minute later...

"Yes! Do it, Daddy! Fill your daughter with your hot seed!" Aine cried as Wan relentlessly pounded her. Holding her hands, he worked his body vigorously, further stretching her innocent dragon flower. His movements were filled with unprecedented enthusiasm, and his eyes held an ocean of passion. The sight of a dragon woman in garters and stockings had driven him mad.

Wan wasn't satisfied until he'd defiled every item in her extensive wardrobe. After the lengthy "fetish marathon," Aine's body was saturated with sex. At times, she felt she'd forever smell of her man's seed.

Over five hours, they tried countless positions beyond the Kama Sutra's wildest dreams. After all, ordinary people lacked the superhuman flexibility of ancient-level beings. By the second hour, Aine's other hole was "unsealed"; by the third, her mouth met a similar fate. The fourth hour was dedicated to "breast-fucking," and in the fifth, Wan decided to thrust between her thighs, of course, while they were "encased" in nylon stockings.

For days afterward, Wan walked the Palace with an impossibly happy smile. Aine, meanwhile, had to replace a certain part of her wardrobe.