Nope

Katara’s breath was heavy as she pulled the water cock out of Sokka, the slick sound of it leaving his stretched hole making him whine. His body trembled, his chest slick with sweat, and his cock twitched weakly against his stomach. But Katara wasn’t done. Not even close. The power she felt over him was intoxicating, and she wasn’t ready to let it go.

“Katara…” Sokka’s voice was hoarse, raw with overstimulation, but his eyes were still pleading, begging for more. He was completely at her mercy, and he loved it. “Please… more.”

Katara smirked, her fingers trailing down his thigh before she pressed two fingers against his wet, reddened hole. “You’re so greedy,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “Do you really think you can take more?”

Sokka nodded frantically, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. “Yes, yes… I can take it. I’ll take anything you give me. Just… don’t stop.”

Katara’s smirk widened as she pushed her fingers inside him, the tight heat of his body welcoming her. She could feel him trembling around her, his walls fluttering as she curled her fingers, searching for that spot that made him scream. When she found it, Sokka’s back arched off the bed, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Fuck!” he cried, his voice breaking as pleasure shot through him like a lightning bolt. “Right there, Katara… right there!”

Katara chuckled darkly, her fingers moving faster, harder, as she watched him fall apart beneath her. “You’re such a whore for me, aren’t you?” she murmured, her voice filled with dominance. “Begging for my fingers, for my cock… you’d take anything I give you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” Sokka gasped, his hips rocking back against her hand as he tried to take her deeper. “I’m yours, Katara. All yours. Please… please.”

Katara pulled her fingers out, ignoring his **** whine as she reached for the jug of water by the bed. She bent the liquid to her will, shaping it into something new, a tight, watery fist. The surface rippled as she coated it in oil, the slick liquid glistening in the dim light.

“Sokka,” she said, her voice firm and commanding. She positioned the watery fist against his hole, her eyes locked on his. “Do you trust me?”

Sokka’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt the pressure against his entrance. It was huge, larger than anything she’d given him before, and he knew it would stretch him to his limits. But he didn’t care. He wanted it. He needed it.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need. “I trust you, Katara. Please… fuck me.”

Katara smiled, her hand gripping his hip as she began to push the watery fist inside him. Sokka gasped, his body tensing as the thick, unyielding water breached him, stretching him wider than he thought possible. He could feel every inch of it as it slid inside him, filling him completely, and he couldn’t help but cry out.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, his hands clutching at the sheets as his body struggled to adjust. “Katara… it’s so big…”

“You can take it,” Katara murmured, her voice soothing despite the dominant edge. She pushed the fist deeper, watching as Sokka’s body opened up for her, taking every inch. “You’re doing so well, Sokka. Such a good boy for me.”

Sokka whimpered, his cock twitching as the thick water fist bottomed out inside him. He could feel it pressing against his prostate, the pressure almost overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Not like this.

“Please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need. “Move it, Katara. Please… fuck me with it.”

Katara smirked, her hand gripping the base of the watery fist as she began to move it in and out of him. The sensation was unlike anything Sokka had ever felt, the water was firm and unyielding, yet it moved with a fluidity that drove him wild. Each stroke dragged against his walls, sending shocks of pleasure through his body.

“Fuck!” Sokka cried, his back arching off the bed as Katara fucked him relentlessly. “Oh, spirits, Katara… it’s so good…”

Katara’s pace was steady and unrelenting, her hand moving the watery fist in and out of him with precision. She could feel his walls clenching around it, his body trying to take more, to push him further, and she wasn’t going to stop until he was completely wrecked.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with dominance as she watched him unravel beneath her. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Sokka gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washed over him. “All yours, Katara. Fuck me. Use me. Please.”

Katara’s hand moved faster, the watery fist pounding into him with a **** that drove him wild. Sokka’s body was trembling, his cock dripping with precum as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. But Katara wasn’t going to let him cum. Not yet.

“You’re not allowed to cum,” she said, her voice firm and commanding. “Not until I say so.”

Sokka groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Katara, please… I can’t… I can’t hold it…”

“You will,” she said, her hand moving faster as she felt his walls clenching around her. “You’ll hold it until I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes,” Sokka whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets as he was fucked mercilessly. “Yes, Katara… I’ll hold it… I’ll be good…”

Katara grinned, her hand moving faster as she watched him struggle to hold back. She could feel his body trembling, his cock twitching with every thrust, and she knew he was close. But she wasn’t going to let him cum. Not yet. Not until she was done with him.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice filled with approval as she felt his walls clenching around her. “You’re taking me so well, Sokka. Such a good boy for me.”

Sokka moaned, his body trembling as he tried to hold on, to keep himself from falling over the edge. But it was getting harder and harder. The watery fist was pounding into him relentlessly, each thrust driving him closer to the edge.

“Katara,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Please… I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore…”

“Not yet,” Katara said, her voice firm and commanding. She slowed her pace, her hand moving the watery fist in and out of him with slow, deliberate strokes. “Not until I say so.”

Sokka whimpered, his body trembling as pleasure coursed through him. He was so close, so close to falling over the edge, but Katara wasn’t letting him. She was in complete control, and he loved it.

“Please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need. “Please, Katara… let me cum…”

Katara smirked, her hand gripping the base of the watery fist as she slowed her pace even more. “Not yet,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “You’re going to wait. You’re going to take everything I give you. Understand?”

“Yes,” Sokka whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to hold on. “Yes, Katara… I’ll wait… I’ll take it…”

Katara’s hand moved faster, the watery fist pounding into him with a **** that drove him wild. Sokka cried out, his body trembling as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. But he held on. He obeyed. He was hers.

“Now,” Katara said, her voice firm and commanding. “Cum for me, Sokka. Now.”

Sokka cried out, his body trembling as his orgasm hit him hard. His cock jerked violently, ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach as he came, his walls clamping down around the watery fist as he was driven to new heights of pleasure.

Katara didn’t stop, her hand moving faster as she felt him clenching around her. She wanted to push him further, to take him beyond what he thought was possible. She wanted to make him completely hers.