Yes

Sokka’s body trembled as he lay on the stone table, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The cool night air brushed against his sweat-slicked skin, and the ache in his ass was a constant reminder of what he’d just endured—or, rather, what he’d enjoyed. Toph stood over him, her blind eyes somehow seeming to pierce through him, her smirk as sharp as the stone she’d just used to wreck him. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. She was in control, and he was utterly at her mercy.

“Not bad for a first round,” Toph said, her voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone. She leaned down, her fingers trailing along his chest, sending shivers through his already sensitive body. “But you’re not done yet, are you?”

Sokka’s lips parted, but no words came out. His cock throbbed, still hard and ****, betraying his exhaustion. He wanted more. He needed more. Toph’s grin widened as if she could sense his unspoken desire, and she straightened up, her hands returning to the ground. The earth shifted beneath her, and Sokka’s breath hitched as another stone phallus began to form—this one thicker, longer, and impossibly more intimidating than the last.

“Round two,” Toph announced, her voice low and husky. She ran her fingers along the smooth, cold surface of the stone, and Sokka’s cock twitched in response. “Think you can handle it, pretty boy?”

Sokka swallowed hard, his throat dry. His ass was already sore, stretched and used, but the thought of taking something even bigger sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes... please, Toph. Use me again.”

Toph’s grin turned wicked, and she stepped between his legs, the massive stone phallus in her hands. She positioned it at his entrance, the tip pressing insistently against his tender hole. Sokka’s muscles clenched instinctively, and he let out a soft whimper, his fingers digging into the stone table.

“Relax,” Toph commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. “You’re mine now, Sokka. You’ll take what I give you.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he **** himself to relax, his body opening up for her. Toph pushed the phallus inside, the thick stretch making him gasp. It was too much, too much, but he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips. His back arched, his hands gripping the edge of the table as she slid the phallus deeper, filling him completely.

“Spirits, Toph...” Sokka panted, his voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. He felt so full, so used, and it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Toph chuckled, her hands moving to his hips to steady him. “You’re taking it so well, Sokka. Such a good little toy for me.”

Her praise sent a wave of heat through him, and he moaned again, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. Toph began to move, rocking the phallus in and out of him with a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, and he could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut. But he didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to be used, to be nothing more than a hole for Toph’s pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Sokka begged, his voice thick with desperation. “Please, Toph... use me.”

Toph’s grin widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, I’m just getting started, pretty boy.”

She picked up the pace, slamming the phallus into him with reckless abandon. The stretch was unbearable, but Sokka 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 **** 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 hands tightened on his hips, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Come for me, Sokka. Be my good little toy.”

Her words were enough to push him over the edge. With a final, **** cry, Sokka 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 phallus, 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. “You’re full of surprises, Sokka. I think I’m going to enjoy this... arrangement.”

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 two more stone phalluses—this time, even larger than the last. Sokka’s cock twitched at the sight, and he felt a surge of arousal at the thought of taking both of them.

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

Sokka hesitated for a moment, his body already aching from the previous rounds. But the desire in his eyes was undeniable. He nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes... please, Toph. Use me again.”