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The Fire Nation envoy had arrived look down at Katara with merciless eyes. The meeting was secret, and she had promised to help them pursue their interests at the South Pole. It was the terms of the traitorous deal that were quite strange. In her secret missive to the Fire Nation outposts in the southern waters, the blue-eyed Water Tribe girl had decreed that she would only betray her people if certain conditions were met.

Wearing armor of fur and metal, the Fire Nation emissary towered over Katara, who was on her knees. He had been specially chosen to conduct the “negotiations”, the nature of which had been the subject of much discussion in the royal court, and of particular interest to Prince Zuko. There had always been rumors within the Fire Nation that the Water Tribe were hopeless rustics and that their women were desperate for superior Fire Nation cock… and this prejudicial rumor had been confirmed as fact.

The water tribe girl had agreed to sell out her people if the Fire Nation would send her a man with a huge penis.

Katara licked her lips and her blue eyes beamed up at her rugged and scowling guest. The remote shelter in which the meeting was taking place, far from her village, insured no interruption was possible. Finally, it was going to happen! Ever since hitting puberty, Katara had maintained a secret obsession with the men of the Fire Nation. Only her rampaging hormones allowed her to maintain this dichotomy - her mother having been killed in a raid by these brutal invaders. Her brother, Sokka, out and out hated the Fire Nation. At times, Katara did too - but in her most secret moments, she also hated the passivity and old fashioned obstinacy of the Water Tribe… and lusted after men strong enough to take will and turn it into action.

Besides, she’d seen Sokka’s dick plenty of times, by accident. Nothing special. If all Water Tribe men were hung like him, Katara wasn’t interested.

“Let’s see it,” she requested, her face filled with expectation. Her eyes were big as saucers as the emissary unsnapped the buttons on his fly.

*FLOP*

Katara put her hands to her cheeks and gasped. A huge, ruddy-skinned penis, about the same color as her skin, had fallen out of the man’s britches and hung enormous, just a foot from her face. Her eyes hungrily took in every detail - the thick foreskin, the running veins, the leathery texture… the fat testicles the size of large snowballs, a shade darker than the shaft. She looked every bit the excited 14-year-old girl she was, and licked her lips lewdly as she beheld the massive organ. It was thicker than her forearm and much longer!

“W-wow!” she breathed, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled the cock-musk that had started to permeate the area around her cute face. “That thing belongs on a polar bear!” She pressed her nose up against the flaccid, veiny shaft, and took a deep sniff, eyelids fluttering like a smitten princess as her sinuses were filled with cockstink. “It smells so good!”

“Big enough for you, you Water Tribe whore?” asked the emissary. Katara reached out an eager hand and tried to grasp the shaft, but her fingers could only reach about 2/3rds of the way around it. She gulped at the weight of it, then slid her other hand experimentally below the man’s looming nutsack, feeling the sizzling, damp weight of the leathery orbs. Her arousal grew with each mote of sweat she felt smearing against her palm.

“Your balls are so heavy!” Katara moaned, and moved her mouth closer to the sack, opening up and sucking one fat testicle into her mouth, slurping and smacking with her young lips, finally getting to express her sexual desires with a threatening, dominating, powerful male presence. Compared to this, the Water Tribe boys who had courted her seemed weak and incorporeal, their flirting words as impotent as their tiny dicks! The lewd, ball-sucking noises echoed in the shelter as Katara’s teenage mouth serviced the huge penis.

“You said you were willing to give us the location of the last waterbender-”

Katara nodded and moaned, a swollen, cum-bloated nut still in her mouth. “Mmm!” She exhaled. “I will. Just - promise me you’ll treat me like the whore I am!” She rose to her feet and pressed her face against the emissary’s broad chest, worshiping him obscenely. Her eyes became avid, her teeth gritting. “Lay me on that bunk and fuck my face like it was a cunt!”

The Fire Nation representative growled and grabbed her by the throat. “For such a young girl, you talk like a filthy-mouthed prostitute.” Katara did not look away from his gaze, and when he threw her across the bunk and turned her face toward him, upside down, she pulled her dress off to leave herself naked, her tanned skin flawless, her blossoming body taut and inviting. The only article of clothing still on her was her choker with clasp. Her hair hung down slightly toward the floor as her hand went to the delta between her legs and started to rub her puffy little teenage pussy.

“I’ve fucked Fire Nation men before,” Katara said, breathing hard, her eyes half-lidded. “I never told anyone - but I was raped for hours and hours by the Southern Raiders, right in front of my mother. They made me cum over and over on their huge cocks! God, I had so many orgasms, I didn’t even care when they - gllch!”

“Shut up, whore,” the emissary barked, driving his now-fully-erect prong into her 14-year-old throat. Katara was very tight, and his long and thick penis had difficulty making progress, but he powered forward with all the force of his hips and started to fuck her face in long, brutal strokes. Katara made grotesque dry-heaving noises as he defiled her, feverishly fingering her pussy and rubbing one of her breasts in masturbatory frenzy. When the cock was pulled from her mouth for a moment, huge bubbles of spit and phlegm slid from her mouth and nose.

“Ulgh… f-fuck… this is just like when I was a girl! I love being used as a Fire Nation toilet!” Katara burbled, her petite body shuddering to a filthy orgasm on the bison-fur bunk. Her piercing blue eyes were rolling back in her head and her face was covered in ropes of her own spit. “D-don’t stop. Choke... the shit out of me... with your... huge... fucking... cock!” Her words were punctuated by gasping breaths as she tried to catch her wind.

The Fire Nation rep didn’t need to be asked twice. He gripped her head like a saddle horn and drilled his long, fat dick to the balls in her throat, making it bulge out obscenely… Katara instantly started shuddering and choking. His fucking became even more brutal as he pounded her, hollowing her own, making her gullet change shape to accommodate his huge member. Wheh the tip pressed up against the entrance to her stomach and his balls rubbed stinky nut-sweat into her eyes, he held there for nearly 30 seconds while the young girl convulsed. By the time he pulled out at last, her eyes had rolled back into her head and she was drooling and foaming at the mouth, throat slime and spit running out of her nostrils.

“Fuck, if I killed this informant, Fire Lord Ozai is going to be most displeased!” he commented, his boner beginning to wilt, but Katara gasped and jarred to life, spitting out a huge goat of throat-slime and pre-cum onto the ground.

“G-god, that was amazing. I missed Fire Nation cock so much!” Her voice was weak and hoarse. The petite girl rolled over on the bunk and spun around, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy to her counterpart, using two fingers to spread her young folds and reveal a startling pinkness that fairly shone amidst the tan color of her pubescent mound. “Now I want you to fuck up my womb!”

“Tell me the identity of the waterbender first!” the emissary countered, crossing his arms. But his cock twitched at the idea of despoiling a young Water Tribe girl. “Or you’ll have no more fuel for your sick desires, whore.”

Katara spread her legs even wider and licked her lips, spreading her pussy lewdly with both hands. “If you do this… and show no mercy - I promise you that the legacy of the waterbender will never again trouble the Fire Nation.” She was trembling, her eyes transfixed on the grotesque, oversized penis that seemed half as long as her young body. “Just fuck me as hard as you can. Ruin my worthless waterbitch womb!”

Tired of listening to her orders, the Fire Nation man strode forward, slapping her hands away from her pussy and plunging his cock in with tooth-rattling force. He collapsed on top of her, pinning her legs back so that her knees were in the crooks of her elbows, and used all of his leverage to bury his bone as deep as he could inside her sinfully tight teenage box. There were wet schlorping noises as he cored her, scraping her insides with his veiny, nasty adult dick, and Katara moaned out in orgasm again and again, her eyes rolling back in an innocence-betraying orgasm face.

There was a gristly sound from within her as the Fire Nation cock violated her womb, pounding past her just-matured cervix and into the back of her baby bag, ramming up into first one fallopian tube and then the other with a cockhead the size of a fist, scrambling her 14-year-old eggs and pissing pre-cum all over them. Katara lost count of her orgasms and lost all of her mental and physical faculties as well, shuddering, moaning, and becoming the meat toilet of a man twice her size and age.

When he came, she could both feel and hear his nasty, thick cumshot puking all over her obliterated insides. Her battered bitch-parts ovulated helplessly into the sea of porridge-like, yellow adult goo that had been unloaded into her cunt, and she loved every second of knowing that her womb, the place where she and a boy she loved were supposed to make a baby, was nothing more than a rape ditch for huge Fire Nation cocks.
“Thank you for destroying my worthless womb with your Fire Nation god-dick,” she mewled, pathetically.
EPILOGUE

Katara revealed that she herself was the waterbender in question, and traveled to the Fire Nation to become Fire Lord Ozai’s ward and prostitute, and to have her gifts perverted for the furtherance of Fire Nation colonial aims. She learned the art of jizz-bending while serving in this capacity, pioneering prostitutory techniques such as the “long distance bukkake”. Before she even turned 15, Zuko and Ozai had a falling out over her charms, and the young prince assassinated his father, setting into motion events that would never have occurred in any alternate retelling of history. Her womb never recovered from being fucked by so many huge Fire Nation dicks, and she never had children, making her a useful mistress. She spent the rest of her days as Zuko’s personal cumdump.
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