Her Fingers

The air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that made Sokka’s skin prickle and his breath quicken. He could feel the weight of Toph’s presence behind him, her earthbending energy palpable even without the need for sight. She was in control, and he—well, he was at her mercy. Completely. His hands gripped the edge of the stone table, his knuckles white as he bent over, his ass exposed and ****. He could feel the coolness of the stone against his bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in his core.

“Good boy,” Toph purred, her voice low and dripping with that familiar teasing tone. Her fingers trailed down his spine, light as a feather, yet sending shivers through his entire body. “You’re learning.”

Sokka swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect next, but he knew it would be intense. Toph always found a way to push him further, to test his limits, and he loved it—craved it, even. The mix of fear and arousal was intoxicating, and he was addicted to the way she controlled him.

Her hands moved to his hips, gripping him firmly as she positioned herself behind him. He could hear the faint sound of shifting earth, and his breath hitched as he realized what was coming. The stone phallus. It was smooth, cold, and impossibly thick, and the thought of it entering him again sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. But then, something unexpected happened.

“Wait—” Sokka gasped as Toph’s fingers brushed against his rim, replacing the stone phallus with her own hand. Her touch was teasing, almost maddening, as she circled his entrance with a single fingertip. He clenched instinctively, his body trembling with anticipation.

“Relax,” Toph commanded, her voice soft but firm. Her other hand moved to his caged cock, gripping it through the metal, and Sokka let out a strangled moan. The pressure was unbearable, his cock trapped and throbbing, **** for release, but she denied him.

Her fingers pressed against his rim, teasing him relentlessly, and Sokka’s breath came in short, shallow gasps. He wanted to beg, to plead with her to push inside, but he knew she wouldn’t give in. Not yet. She was torturing him, testing him, and he loved every second of it.

Finally, finally, she pushed a single finger inside, and Sokka’s body arched in response. The stretch was slight, but it was enough to make his knees weak. She didn’t stop there, though. With a slow, deliberate motion, she added a second finger, and Sokka cried out, his hands gripping the table for dear life.

“That’s it,” Toph murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. She began to move her fingers in and out of him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. The pace was slow at first, almost agonizingly so, but it only served to heighten the tension. Her other hand remained on his caged cock, squeezing it gently, denying him the release he so desperately craved.

“Toph—please—” Sokka gasped, his voice trembling with desperation. He needed more, needed her, but she only chuckled, the sound low and teasing.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice a whisper against his ear. “You’re not ready. Not until I say so.”

Her fingers continued to move, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. The stretch was incredible, her fingers filling him in ways he hadn’t thought possible, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her to ruin him, to take him apart piece by piece, and he knew she would. Eventually.

Her pace quickened, her fingers slamming into him with reckless abandon, and Sokka’s body trembled with the **** of it. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut, but he couldn’t cum. The chastity cage prevented it, his cock trapped and throbbing, begging for release. The frustration was almost too much to bear, but he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted more. Needed more.

“Toph—” Sokka whimpered, his voice thick with desperation. He twisted his head to look at her, his eyes pleading. “Please—I need—”

“I know what you need,” Toph interrupted, her voice low and husky. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “But you’re not going to get it. Not until I’m done with you.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes—please—”

She grinned, her fingers moving faster, harder, and Sokka let out a **** cry. The stretch was unbearable, but he loved it. The pain only made it better, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut, but he couldn’t cum, and the frustration was almost too much to bear.

“Toph—please—” Sokka begged, his voice trembling with desperation. He needed her to let him cum, needed her to ruin him, but she only laughed, the sound low and teasing.

“Beg for it,” Toph commanded, her voice thick with arousal. “Beg for me to let you cum.”

Sokka didn’t hesitate. “Please—please, Toph—I need it—I need you—”

Her grin widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy.”

Her fingers moved faster, harder, and Sokka let out a strangled cry. He was so close, so close, but he couldn’t cum, and the frustration was almost too much to bear. He needed her to let him cum, needed her to ruin him, but she only laughed, the sound low and teasing.

“Not yet,” Toph whispered, her voice a promise. “You’re not ready. Not until I say so.”