Toph

Sokka wandered through the quiet village, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The moonlight bathed the streets in a soft silver glow, and the air was cool against his flushed skin. He didn’t know where he was going, but his body seemed to guide him, pulling him toward something—or someone. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought, and he quickened his pace.

He turned a corner and stopped abruptly. There, standing in the middle of the street, was Toph. Her arms were crossed, and a smirk played on her lips. Sokka’s breath hitched. What was she doing here? And why did she look so… confident?

“Well, well, well,” Toph said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s wandering around like a lost little fox-rabbit.”

Sokka swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Toph,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “What are you doing out here?”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “I could ask you the same thing. But something tells me you’re not exactly here for a midnight stroll.”

Sokka’s cheeks burned, and he looked away. How did she always know? It was like she could see right through him—literally and figuratively. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak. “I… I need something.”

Toph tilted her head, her expression curious. “Oh? And what would that be?”

Sokka hesitated, his heart racing. He could feel the words stuck in his throat, but he **** them out. “I need to be used,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I need to be fucked.”

Toph’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Well, well, well,” she said again, stepping closer. “Look at you, finally admitting what you really want. And here I thought you were just the guy with the boomerang.”

Sokka’s cock twitched again, and he felt a surge of arousal at her words. He wanted to protest, to say something sarcastic, but he couldn’t. He was too turned on, too ****. He needed this. He needed her.

Toph reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest. Her touch was firm, commanding, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “You really want this, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky. “You want me to take control, to make you my little plaything.”

Sokka nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Toph. Use me.”

Toph’s grin widened, and she stepped back, her hands moving to the ground. Sokka watched in awe as the earth beneath her shifted and rose, forming a smooth, stone table. She gestured to it, her expression expectant. “Hop on, pretty boy. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Sokka climbed onto the table, his heart pounding in his chest. The stone was cool against his skin, and he shivered as he lay back, spreading his legs wide. Toph stood between them, her hands on her hips, and Sokka felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him. This was it. This was what he’d been craving.

Toph crouched down, her fingers brushing against the ground again. Sokka watched as the earth shifted once more, forming two thick, stone phalluses. They were smooth and perfectly shaped, and Sokka’s cock twitched at the sight. He’d never seen anything so intimidating—or so arousing.

“Ready?” Toph asked, her voice teasing.

Sokka nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Toph. Fuck me.”

Toph’s grin widened, and she stepped closer, one of the stone phalluses in her hand. She positioned it at his entrance, the tip pressing insistently against his tight hole. Sokka’s muscles clenched instinctively, and he let out a soft whimper.

Toph didn’t waste any time. She pushed the stone phallus inside, its thick length stretching Sokka’s hole in one smooth motion. Sokka cried out, his back arching as pleasure shot through him. It was unbearable, the stretch too much, but he loved it. He loved the way it felt—raw, unforgiving, perfect.

“Oh, spirits,” Sokka moaned, his voice trembling with need. “Toph, yes…”

Toph chuckled, her hands moving to the other phallus. She positioned it at his entrance, pressing it inside alongside the first. Sokka’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as the second phallus breached him. It was too much, the stretch unbearable, but he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips.

“That’s it,” Toph said, her voice low and husky. “Take it, Sokka. Be my good little toy.”

Sokka nodded, his body trembling with pleasure. Toph began to move, rocking the phalluses in and out of him with a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut, but he **** himself to hold back. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to be used, to be filled, to be nothing more than a hole for Toph’s pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Sokka panted, his voice thick with want. “Use me, Toph. Please.”

Toph grinned, her hands moving faster, the phalluses slamming into Sokka with reckless abandon. His ass burned with the stretch, but he didn’t care. 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 **** himself to hold back. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to be empty when he did.

“So close,” Sokka whimpered, his fingers digging into the stone table. “Spirits, I’m so close…”

Toph’s grin widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Come for me, Sokka,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Be my good little toy.”

Sokka’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as the words sent a wave of pleasure through him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final, **** cry, he came, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot onto his stomach. His body trembled with the **** of his orgasm, his mind blissfully blank as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Sokka collapsed onto the table, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His ass was sore, his body exhausted, but he couldn’t stop smiling. He had done it. He had taken the phalluses, and it had felt amazing. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Toph stood over him, her grin still in place. “Not bad, pretty boy,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I think we’ve just scratched the surface.”

Sokka’s eyes widened, and he felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him. “What… what do you mean?”

Toph’s grin widened, and she knelt down, her hands brushing against the ground once more. The earth shifted, forming another stone phallus—this one even larger than the first two. Sokka’s cock twitched at the sight, and he felt a surge of arousal at the thought of taking it.

“You ready for round two?” Toph asked, her voice low and husky.

Sokka nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Toph. Use me again.”