Book XXX: Lust.

In a universe completely different from his own, August's coma dreams took him to a world where human civilization consists of four nations, named after the four classical elements. He woke up in the body of an 18 years old Airbender. The last of his kind, and the Avatar who had disappeared from the world for a century. He was the Avatar, master of the four elements, standing for what seemed to be an impossible task. However, as he took over the body - the young man named Aang was going through something similar as himself, being stuck in an iceberg with no way to get out... Luckily, his story started at exactly the same time...

(This is meant to be an extremely smutty take on the actual story of Avatar: The Last Airbender. All characters are aged up to be at least 18 years old.)

Not so far away from the iceberg.

“Sokka…? Can we go back home? We’ve been out here for nearly an hour now, and you still haven’t caught anything.” A gorgeous young woman whined as she rested against the edges of a canoe, dancing her delicate fingers through the ice-cold waters below. Her name was Katara, a young Waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe. She was a true beauty, even with quite an angry expression crossing her face, looking over at her brother in an irritated way. “You’re seriously going to let your stupid pride keep us out here all day?” By the spirits, he could be so damn infuriating sometimes! If he wasn’t so handsome and unbelievably hung, she wouldn’t understand what the other girls in the village saw in him.

With their father away with the rest of the Tribe’s eligible men, Sokka thought of himself as the de-facto leader of their village and took great pride in displaying a warrior’s strength and courage. The women of the Southern Water Tribe were strong, determined, and resilient, having survived decades of Fire Nation raids and the near-complete extinction of Southern Style Waterbending. Still, once the men were called away to fight the Fire Nation Army in the Earth Kingdom, the lack of sex and physical contact nearly drove them all mad. Luckily, the 21 years old Sokka was willing and eager to satisfy their deeply depraved desires and fuck all of the women until they were completely and utterly satisfied! Without him, Katara doubted that there’d even be a village for the men to come back to.

Now Sokka spent his days hunting, fishing, training the village’s young boys into the future warriors of their proud Tribe, and of course, fucking every last woman until they were nothing but squirting, squealing shells of their former selves. Meanwhile, along with her Gran-Gran (who could've been her mother judged by her looks), Katara handled the day-to-day chores and duties of the Tribe with the other women. She cooked, cleaned, and even taught the children essential reading and math whenever she could. She prided herself on keeping everything and everyone running smoothly, even Sokka. Though, she did wish he’d thank her for her hard work a little more often.

“So, we’re not leaving until you catch something?” A sly smirk curled across Katara’s soft, pouty lips as she slowly stood up on their canoe. The curvaceous, young Waterbender extended her arms out in front of her, hands facing forward, and palms opened up wide as she began swaying her arms back and forth in a slow, wave-like motion. She pulled her arms up and down, maneuvering with soft, delicate, flexible movements before a massive, watery orb slowly emerged from the deep blue sea below. Inside were a whole heap of fresh fish, swimming frantically from side to side, as the talented Waterbending prodigy smiled proudly at her handiwork.

“Sokka! Sokka, look at this! Look what I caught!” She exclaimed, slowly pulling the frigid orb of ice-cold water above her brother’s head before an enormous, brightly glowing iceberg caught her attention and broke her concentration, sending fish and water spraying out on top of Sokka’s head.

Sokka had ignored his sister’s whining as he focused on keeping steady while hovering his spear above the water. Ready to just jab it downwards as soon as he noticed something swimming there, as he wanted to bring back a proper feast to the village. Being the man left in charge, he did have to provide for everyone there – of course, the women and older children had been helping out themselves but it had been too long since they had been properly stacked on food. If it was up to Sokka, he would singlehandedly put an end to that.

And imagine the sex it would achieve him if he brought back enough fish for the entire village. Surely the women would be thanking him with his favorite activities and positions. When all of the other men left, Sokka had hated to be left behind in the beginning. He felt like he was enough of a warrior to go along with them, but as he grew older he had realized just how lucky he had been. There he was, a horny young man surrounded by tons of beautiful women. Most of them were older and married, but with their husbands out of the way and no one else around they didn’t really have a choice but to rely on him to take care of their needs. And coincidentally, Sokka did have something for these older, extremely curvaceous women. Or MILFs like he had been calling them. He came up with that all by himself...

There! Finally, he had spotted another fish. Carefully, the boat kept following the flow of the water – but he stopped really paying attention to it, not realizing that it was starting to speed up quite fast. Almost like his sister had stopped using her bending to slow down their pace a bit, to do something else...

Right when he wanted to slam the spear down into the water to make another wonderful catch, a ton of water splattered all over his head. He got literally soaked, a single fish landing onto his shoulder. He yelped out at the unexpected feeling – luckily he was wearing too many layers to really feel the scales – as he pushed the animal away, watching how it jumped back in the water to safety.

“Katara!” He called out, his voice echoing over the ocean.

“Wait… I… I think there’s someone in there!” Katara had quickly grabbed Sokka’s traditional Water Tribe club and hopped up onto the floating ice patch, pounding the club’s curved edge against the thick wall of ice and snow until it finally gave out, wanting to check on the mysterious person trapped inside in a wintery burst of freezing cold air. By the time the young warrior looked back at her, she had already jumped up to investigate whatever she had spotted. She must be going crazy to do something like that, but Sokka was fast enough to jump out of the boat as well and rush over to her. Despite their constant arguing, he loved his sister and he would let nothing happen to her. However, he was just as confused to see the silhouette of a man stuck in the ice. He didn’t even notice how their boat was picked up by the water and drifted off into the distance, slamming against another piece of ice far away from them.

As Katara had been slamming against the ice – which would’ve given Sokka quite a good sight of her curves jiggling if he hadn’t been that distracted by everything else – it started breaking down. A large crack ran up through the iceberg, and a blinding light started filling up the area. Eventually, it broke open completely and a man fell down from the ice. He landed in a pile of snow, seemingly ****...

And with a massive case of morning wood bulging through his pants.