Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Duty Versus Love ❯ The Wedding Night ( Chapter 7 )

LES: Wow. Seven chapters until the Lemon. Count yourselves lucky. I once made my fans wait 76 chapters for a Lemon. Wicked me! Well, since then, I couldn't ever wait that long again. LOL! Yes, there is a Lemon in this chapter. And the chapter will be short because…

Muse: Because she likes to put a Lemon in its own chapter so that people could skip it if they wish.

LES: Um… yeah. Also, because my first Lemon for any new category is hard to write. Especially this one. Yes, Aang is older in this fanfic, but on the show, he's only twelve. It's hard to get twelve-year old Aang out of my head. It was like writing my first Gohan (Dragon Ball Z) Lemon fic. And we knew Gohan since he was four… FOUR! So, yeah, that was hard too. Anyway, enjoy!

 

Chapter VII: The Wedding Night

 

Aang and Katara were unusually nervous and quiet as they made their way to their room. Perhaps it was because their wedding high had faded, leaving only wedding night jitters. It was doubly nerve-wracking because they were both virgins.

Of course, they had nearly made love a few times, but this time seemed more nerve-wracking. This wasn't some unplanned, lustful, spur-of-the-moment type of thing. They knew it was going to happen tonight. And all of their insecurities returned.

Both were afraid that they wouldn't satisfy the other.

Katara wrapped her arm around Aang's arm and he looked down at her. “Are you nervous?” She asked.

“A little.” Aang confessed. “Actually… a lot.”

“Me too.” Katara confessed. “But I love you, Aang. I've waited a long time to be your wife. And I want nothing more than to make love with you.”

“The monks… they never taught us about such things.” Aang confessed. “But I will do my best to please you.”

Katara embraced Aang outside their room. “Just being with you is enough to please me.” She kissed him and pushed him backwards through the door.

“I love you.” Aang whispered against her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip gently.

Katara moaned loudly and pulled away from him. Aang groaned pitifully at the lost contact, but watched her curiously.

Katara nervously began to undo the ties that held her dress to her body. Aang felt his mouth go dry as he watched the last knot come loose and the dress slip easily from her body.

She was still dressed in her undergarments, but Aang drank in the sight of her mostly bare skin. He couldn't resist touching. He molded his hands to her waist, running them up and down as he memorized the feel of her curves. While he sampled her curves, Katara took the time to unfasten him robe. The fabric fell slack, and she pushed it off his shoulders to reveal his bare chest.

“Aang…” Katara breathed, molding her fingers to his chest. Aang groaned softly in response, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She tilted her head back, and Aang latched onto the column of her throat with his hot mouth.

Aang pulled her closer to his body and she willingly gave into his demand, moving her hands to his back.

Her fingers unwittingly found the old scar on his back, where Azula had shot him with lightning. She would have lost him that day if it were not for the Spirit Water she got from the North Pole. The thought of almost losing Aang that day caused her to tighten her grip on him.

Aang noticed her holding onto him tighter than before. “Katara?”

“I don't want to lose you, Aang.” Katara whispered against his chest.

Aang embraced her roughly. “You're not going to lose me. Most Avatars attain great ages. I'm going to be around for a long time.” He whispered to her.

“I hope so, Aang. I hope so.” Katara whispered, kissing him.

Her hands drifted down to his waist, fingers searching for the end of the sash that held his pants in place. She found it and began to unwrap the fabric. She tossed the sash aside carelessly, and the loosened pants easily fell to the floor.

Without the rather loose and baggy pants, she could easily see the bulge that marked his growing erection. Her body was a lot bolder than her mind as she began to grind against him without thought.

Aang let out his loudest groan yet, but clenched his jaw before the noise turned into a full-blown whine.

“Do you like that?” Katara asked, sounding every bit like a seductress.

“Y—yes!” Aang hissed.

Katara pulled away from him, moving over to the bed. “Come to me.” Aang obeyed her willingly. She lay down on the furs and he crawled over her body, kissing her skin urgently as he moved up, finally landing on her lips.

Katara arched her back into his body. With great deliberation, she began to untie her chest bindings.

Aang became highly interested in her activities. He had seen Katara clothed only in her undergarments a thousand times since he was twelve, but he had never seen what was beneath. To say he wasn't eager to know would be a complete lie.

The bindings came loose, but Katara hesitated in removing the cloth completely. Perhaps she could sense Aang's anticipation, and was afraid that she wouldn't measure up to whatever images he had conjured in his head.

“Aang, I… I'm a little nervous.” Katara confessed.

“Don't be nervous.” Aang whispered back. “You're beautiful, Katara.”

They locked eyes and Aang toss the garment aside. Katara gripped Aang tighter to resist covering herself, but Aang did not look down right away. Instead he kissed her until the nervousness faded and she became malleable under him.

Only then did he pull away and let his eyes drift down to her breasts. They looked like they were just the right size to fill his cupped hand. Perfect.

He put his weight on his left arm and pressed his right hand against her breast.

Even with such a simple contact of flesh-on-flesh, Katara moaned loudly because Aang touching her breast made it feel like someone lit a fire inside her.

The noises she made gave him a bit more courage, so he scooted his body down slightly and kissed her neglected breast.

She jolted at the sudden contact and Aang pulled away swiftly. He had must been following Sokka's advice: to not think, but do. But maybe his instincts were wrong about this sort of contact. “I'm sorry, Katara.” Aang apologized.

“For what?” Katara asked breathlessly. “That felt so good. Keep going.” She ordered.

Aang hesitated slightly before pressing his mouth to her breast once more. Katara jolted again, but this time she let out a soft pleasurable moan. He grew bolder and drew the peak of her breast into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Katara released a chocked gasp that almost sounded like his name. She arched her back, pushing her breasts more firmly against his mouth. Her hand gripped the side of his head to hold him in place against her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her lower body against his. For just a moment their covered sexes brushed against each other, tearing a ragged moan from both their throats.

“Aang?” Katara whispered.

“Hmm?” Aang hummed against her breast, causing another wave of fire to shoot through her body.

“Ah! I want you, Aang.” She whispered.

“I want you too, Katara.” Aang breathed back.

His fingers found her final covering as hers found his. Together, they removed the final pieces of clothing from their bodies. Aang let out a soft groan as his painfully straining manhood was released.

Katara felt a little nervous about gazing at him fully nude. But, at the same time, she felt stupid for being nervous. Aang was her husband, and they were about to make love for the first time. She was fully entitled to look at him!

Her gaze drifted down his chest, stomach, and finally came to rest on the one part of Aang's body that she had never seen.

It was darker than she expected, several shades darker than the surrounding skin. And she didn't really have a basis for comparison, but he wasn't monstrously huge, nor small. Just right. Katara thought with a mental giggle.

Aang, who had been a little preoccupied with the vision of beauty laid out beneath him, notice where her eyes were focused: right on his rather conspicuous erection. He felt his face start to burn with a blush. “Katara?” He spoke to get her attention.

Katara's eyes moved from his erection to his eyes. “What?”

“Your staring is making me a little nervous.” Aang said.

Katara laughed. “You're my husband, love.” She pulled him down onto her body. “I can look if I want to.”

But Aang didn't hear her last sentence. When she had pulled him against her, his erection had nestled snuggly against her womanhood, and all thought wiped from his mind.

Katara also noticed the position that she put them in several seconds later when he began to grind against her. She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she began to rub against him in return.

The grinding only lasted a few minutes, and then lust over-powered Aang. He adjusted his position so that that tip of his erection was placed against her entrance.

Aang pulled back slightly to gaze into her eyes, silently asking for permission.

Katara nodded. “Yes. I love you.”

Aang adjusted his weight so that he was supporting the bulk of it to avoid entering her too swiftly.

He gently eased himself into her body. Katara grit her teeth in discomfort. She was, after all, a virgin, and her body wasn't used to being stretched the way it was now.

Aang, on the other hand, was losing his mind. He was lost in sensations that he had never dreamed of before. He had never experienced any physical pleasure like this, and it was strangely spiritual too. It was like his Tattooing ceremony, except with opposite sensations. Tattooing was extremely painful, but it was a holy act. Aang had felt it every time the needle punctured him skin… the pain and the spiritual power of the act. This act with Katara felt the same way… except with pleasure instead of pain.

Katara's fingers gradually tightened their grip on him as he slowly entered her.

After several long moments, Aang found that he was fully seated inside her. He took several deep breaths, and with each inhale, the few candles still lit in room flared brightly.

He gazed into her face and was horrified to see her face twisted up with pain. “Katara!” He gasped; shocked at himself that he would mindlessly cause her such pain.

“I'm fine, Aang.” Katara whispered, but Aang could hear the pain in her voice and see it clearly in her eyes.

“You're lying.” He said simply.

Katara embraced him tightly. “I was prepared.” She replied. “Suki… she said that pain is normal the first time. But she also said that it gets better. Aang, please, I want you to make love to me.”

Aang hesitated for several seconds before he became restless and remembered the position he was in. He slowly pulled out of her, only to push back in. He groaned loudly as she whimpered in pain. But the way she thrust her hips against his to meet his thrust urged him to keep going.

As he began to pick up a steady rhythm, he kissed her deeply. Katara clearly welcomed the kiss as a distraction, returning the pressure of his lips passionately.

Once Aang caught on that she needed a distraction, he placed his left hand on her breast and gently squeezed. The act had the same effect as it did in the foreplay stage, bringing her pleasure, so he kept at it faithfully.

Katara was the first to notice how her body's reaction to Aang slowly changed. It started with moments of mind-numbing pleasure every once in a while. It was like getting a sample: `This is what you could be experiencing'. Katara began to crave those small moments so much that it made the long minutes of pain bearable.

And then the moments of pleasure came more and more frequently until the moments of pain all but disappeared.

Perhaps Aang noticed when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to meet his thrusts with more enthusiasm. But he still kept to his relatively slow and soft pace.

Finally, Katara spoke. “Aang… please… faster… harder.”

“Are you… sure?” Aang asked.

“Yes, please!” Katara said with a raised, pleading voice.

Aang nodded and finally allowed himself to descend into the madness that clawed at the edge of his consciousness since the encounter began. The madness had a name: Lust.

Aang picked up his pace and forcefulness of their lovemaking.

The more enthusiastic lovemaking also made both of them much more vocal. Neither one seemed able to keep their thoughts to themselves. It only seemed to prove that virgins really didn't know how to keep quiet.

Thankfully, Hakoda had planned ahead and cleared out their entire palace wing for the night. So none of the impressionable young maids would hear their cries of ecstasy.

“Oh yes, Aang! Right there! Harder! Harder!” Katara begged.

“Katara-a-ah! You feel so good!”

At their new frantic pace, it really didn't take them all that long to reach their sexual peak.

Katara reached completion first, and was completely unprepared for the waves of pleasure her orgasm sent through her body. She dug her fingers so hard into Aang's back that she drew blood and she screamed his name to the heavens as every inch of her body seemed to explode with pleasure.

Aang joined her in completion not long afterwards, and all hell seemingly broke loose in the room. The candles now looked like columns of flame, but were quickly extinguished by a combination of a sudden gust of wind that swept through the room and any un-permanent ice turning into steam without even going through the liquid stage.

Katara came down from her high first to witness a glorious sight. Aang had entered the Avatar State, his tattoos glowing with holy light, filling the room with his glow. Being shrouded in a blanket of mist only seemed to make him godlier in her eyes.

The only words she could use to describe his expression were `pure ecstasy'. His eyes were tightly pinched shut, but his mouth was hanging open, as if in shock.

She could feel him still inside her, pulsing, and filling her with his seed.

His orgasm slowly faded as hers had, along with the glow of his Avatar State. He collapsed against her, pressing their sweaty and misty bodies together.

Neither one spoke as they tried to regain their breath. Aang seemed to catch his breath first, but she suspected that he used Airbending to cheat.

“An Airbender.” Aang whispered, his chest still heaving slightly.

This struck Katara as some strange pillow talk, especially after they just finished having sex. “An Airbender what?”

Aang rolled off her and curled up next to her, pulling her against his chest. “I had a small glimpse of the future.”

“When you entered the Avatar State?”

Aang nodded. His hand drifted down to her stomach. “We conceived a child tonight.” Katara gasped, her hands joining his on her stomach. “The child will be born in the Fall, the Season of Air. The child we made tonight will be an Airbender.”

Katara embraced Aang. “That is such wonderful news!”

However, she realized that Aang had fallen asleep just after giving her his prophesy. She laughed quietly and cuddled into his warm body. Oh well. The awkward after-sex conversation can always wait until morning. She, too, fell asleep almost immediately.

 

LES: I've fully figured out this whole Bending thing, using a mixture of science and the pull of the four seasons on the four elements. Let's say Child A has both an Airbending and Waterbending gene. In those cases, I'll let the season of the child's birth determine bending. So if Child A is born in the Fall, Season of Air, it will be an Airbender. Season of Water (Winter) = Waterbender. Season of Earth (Spring)/ Season of Fire (Summer) = Non-bender. Yea!