Smutty Sokka: 1

Title: Kya

Do let me know what you think. I wanted to make my Sunday a bit more diverse by participating in short series. Smutty Sokka is intended to be lower than 20 chaps and if you want more the next Sunday, do let me know~ Man, I planned to save it but... when I write... I HAVE to publish, lol.

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A/N: This is heavy AU with tons of porn logic so leave your reasoning behind ye who enters~

All characters are six years older but the events will stay the same. It just feels weird about a kid Toph.

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It's just like every other day for him. His bronze body huffing and puffing as he tugged the body of the giant snow-white furred beast on a sleigh. The tip of his nose was sore from the constant cold. His boots crushed the ice and snow that filled this southern extremity and his thick gloves failed to stop the ache that constantly ailed the callused spots of his arms as he continued to drag the sleigh with the rope. Despite the heavy haze that kissed this region year-round, Sokka could make out the shape of his village. Small as it may be, it was cozy. It was home.

It was magic, unlike the witchcraft, his sister had taken a shine on as he felt his exhaustion almost leave his body at the sight of the village. His lips curled up, his tired eyes lit up, and his aching body forgot all the pain as he picked his speed up. The sound of his heavy footsteps alongside the dragging noise of the sleigh was only outshone by his labored heaves as he rushed himself and soon saw the tiny walls marking the perimeters of the village atop which stood a few boys and girls layered with thick hooded coats of varying shades of blue and purple inlined with cozy white fur.

The moment they saw his silhouette through the mist that grew thin around the village due to the settlement itself as dusk grew heavier, they cheered, announcing his arrival and largely notifying others about dinner. As he finally reached the entrance of the village, Sokka's grin broadened as the only children that remained cheerful despite the gloom that shrouded the village... for a few years now, quickly surrounded him. Each of them, whether boy or girl, puffed their cheeks, flared their nostrils, and pushed the heavy sleigh with all they had!

This made Sokka laugh a little, their support may be minimal physically but there was something about supporting others and then having them return the favor to the best of their abilities. With him being the only pillar that supported the village, everyone around him helped him, too, in their own manner and fashion.

The sleigh was quickly pulled into the interior of the walls, many women in equally thick hooded coats were already present with slight smiles on their faces. Sokka... never made them help with the heavy lifting. Since his father and uncles never did, he wouldn't either. But the children were special and they needed to work to grow better and strong, another piece of wisdom his father imparted before he...

Pulling himself out of the reverie, Sokka felt his knees quiver for a second and only after fully dragging the sleigh with a polar bear dog on top of it to the center of the village marked with a solid snowy clearing surrounded by small igloos and a large pot in the center did he gave a loud, exhausted groan and crumbled down on the ground with the clutter of giggling children quickly jumping him. The rascals.

"Me! Me! I won! I defeated the Greatest Warrior of the Southern Tribe!" The boy who jumped him the quickest cheered the loudest, claiming victory to his own name as if fearing others will forget this accomplishment by tomorrow. They will. That's why it was a daily tradition and contest amongst the growing children who could defeat the weakened warrior the quickest and lay claim to the moderately larger portion of dinner. Truly, the bowl was only wider than others overall by the length of a section of a toddler's index.

"Yeah, yeah," Sokka's muffled growl echoed as the children knew what was to come and they cheered as the 'Greatest Southern Warrior' would accept NO defeat and as if the mythical Water Phoenix would revive with naught but a drop of water, Sokka rose from the hill of children with a victorious roar as they cheered, clinging onto his coat tightly and enjoying the ride. This was just another exercise for him. His life was one giant step he must take to emerge better and stronger— refined and bold.

Their play came to an end as one of the women within the group emerged with a wide and proud smile as a young teen followed her. Not even taking another second, Sokka unequipped the accessories on his body in the form of a bundle of shits and giggles and open his arms wide before pulling the woman into a hug, well, he was embarrassed but the woman would always want to hug him without a doubt after returning from a hunt and completing the ritual of showing the kids who the real boss was around.

"Mom, I'm fine!" Sokka asserted before she could ask as the equally dark-skinned woman with moderate and short wrinkles near the corner of her lips and eyes sighed. Though almost equal in height, Sokka was stronger and built prominently. Nature itself carved him this was to provide for his family.

"Of course, you are," his mother, Kya, retaliated with a chiding tone yet her blue eyes had nothing but worry and pride, "But you did not have to hunt such a large beast... it's dangerous out there, Sokka." She had yet to pull back as her chin rested on his broad shoulder, making him hug her a little tighter while determination flickered in Sokka's eyes, "Yeah... it was dangerous. But this would last us for two days. Bones can be made into weapons for some time and when they wear out, we can powder them and boil another pot of broth."

What else could he do but provide?

His words elicited a remarkably similar-looking woman next to their mother who finally pulled back with one difference— two hair loops that snuck out of the hood of her coat.

"Hey, you promised to take me to the hunt, too..." The woman pouted... and Sokka only scoffed, "I lied!" with an utterly dignified tone that made his sister, Katara, roll her eyes, "You don't say... but I WILL tag along next time. I can help, Sokka... I'm a waterbender... you know, I can do a lot more than just heating the water to cook meat."

Thinking about his sister's 'magic', Sokka couldn't help but give her a sidelong glance and drawled, "Sure..."

This did not invoke any confidence in Katara but Kya was quick to interject and look his son in the eye, "You should... clean yourself..."

She didn't say much and Sokka nodded. His responsibility in providing just didn't end with bringing in food. He was quick to bear the most exhausting of tasks for the happiness of others and even if Katara looked rightly weird, this time, not even able to look her elder brother in the eye, he entered an igloo that wasn't his own but belonged to one of the ladies of the tribe. Seeing whose 'turn' it was to help the man clean up... one of the women's lips curled up in a rather devious grin and while the children played around and the women started to process the feed Sokka brought back, the 'chosen' woman slipped away without alerting other even if every other woman practically knew what was happening.

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"Haaa~!"

Sokka's senses buzzed as he groaned in response to the sharp and muffled cry of pleasure as his hands firmly gripped the flared and juicy ass of his neighbor that he once used to look up to... and still did. His eyes turned up and lingered on her hefty breasts and even if she'd just been brought to a rousing climax, the woman under the blanket with Sokka gave him a knowing glance and purred, "Thank you... chieftain. Are you sure... you don't want more?"

As she spoke, the woman slowly pulled herself up as a mix of juices quickly flowed down her oozing cunt and as she lay next to him with the scent of sex intensifying in the igloo, her hand quickly reached down to grip the still hard and very 'convincing' club of the young chieftain of their village.

As she continued to give her all, Sokka's labored breathing eased while he mulled over what Yuta tried to express... strictly speaking, all the women below the age of 40 were his 'responsibility' since there were no men in the tribe. Even then, there was a significant gap.

Aside from the kids outside, Sokka and Katara belonged to one age group with Katara being 20 this year and he himself being 22. Next came the women who had these kids, all of them as old as 30-35. There was only one woman that was the oldest and she was none other than Kya who was exactly 41 this year.

As such, Sokka had been fulfilling every woman's need since... well, there were no men. Not anymore. And since Sokka had been nothing but admirable since the age of 14... since his father and many others... well, it was way back but the boy had helped from early on. He didn't let any other mothers around him fret over anything as they were allowed to take care of their babies while the boy shocked them by trapping prey and bringing back food.

He grew older.

He used more strength and brains, and he grew mature, too, realizing that he could be helping in many more matters. While Kya was quite disapproving of 'everyone' he was up to... she had to concede once every other woman of the Tribe made it clear that they didn't intend to 'feed' on him. They wished to give him as he did. They were equally in need and he saw it, for that, they were grateful.

In fact, before him, many women had relationships with one another so they were not averse to the idea of Sokka having his 'pack.'

But he never gave an answer to that.

That was beyond his scope of current responsibilities... but Sokka wasn't blind to the allure of the idea.

As the sound of his breath increased sharply, the woman quickly shifted and snuck into the warm blanket while Sokka felt a warm mouth thoroughly cleaning and swallowing everything he had to offer.

This brought clarity to his mind, finally, after so many shots at that... And he once again... felt a little reluctant in JUST accepting the group of 11 females that were left of the village.

"I..." He huffed loudly as Yuta brought a cleaning cloth and began to dutifully clean him this time. Her hands absent-mindedly traced his stocky build and her still thoroughly creamed quim throbbed as her hand slid over to his softened club that had been giving her a new meaning in being someone's woman once again.

"Aunty Yuta... I never asked this. I didn't want to be rude... but don't you miss Uncle Ro?"

"Of course, I do," a sad smile touched the dark-skinned, blue-eyed brunette's face before she sighed, "But... it has been 8 years, Sokka. And, we... found our strength and dependence in you. You were never ready to become a man yet you forced yourself to become one when everyone else... left and never returned. We miss them, but we've also decided to move on. And to be perfectly honest, some of us did not want to keep feeling as if... as if we are trying to use you to remember them."

Done with cleaning her man to the tips of his toes, Yuta looked at the youth who listened to what she had to say. Honestly, all that talk about women being unhelpful at battles and whatnot was reserved for his sister because he did not want to see her get hurt. But... he was very thoughtful... and Yuta could feel something else... possessiveness. Sokka can be, at times, more raw and primal than the beasts he hunts.

"I see..." Sokka sighed and then smiled, "I'm a little glad after hearing that, Aun— Yuta... can I ask you something else?"

Yuta's expression brightened as Sokka called her much more intimately, "Of course, you can. We're always here for you, remember?"

"Would... it be wrong if I... if I feel that you're mine... alone?" One of the many reasons Sokka didn't want to jump at this idea was this. The last thing he wanted to do was have himself hurt in the process. Seeing something you love hurt... or die, just the idea of having something important reduced to nothing... it made Sokka feel weak. Revolted and violated from within. Like THAT day...

A hand cupped his cheek then as Sokka looked up with a conflicted smile to see Yuta warmly looking at him. Not replying instantly, she hugged him. Even if naked, they didn't mind as his arms gradually coiled around her waist while he felt her whisper linger over his year, "The only way you can ever even think of falter the pillar you have created in our hearts is by never returning. Never forget that we only agreed... once the last merchant did all but confirm the news... of their sacrifice."

Their hugs tightened at the remark as Sokka released a heavy, saddened sigh. He remembered how some of them, including, Yuta, would burst into tears after completing the deed. But it was slow and gradual progress. And Sokka didn't mind that they may miss their former mates. Heck, he missed all f them himself. He wanted to be there with them!

Alas.

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Although Sokka didn't confirm anything with Yuta, both of them felt more than just physically relieved, and as the dinner was prepared with everyone around the one giant pot as Katara kept her arms outstretched to boil the water that cooked the meat within alongside a few herbs that the ladies would gather from near the shore.

It was one giant supper, like usual. They had little but they were happy. Their needs were quite fulfilled but... Sokka looked thoughtful during most of the supper and smiled at many others complimenting him or the children vowing to be as great as him. Truly... he wasn't that great. If he was... he wouldn't be considering betraying 'him' by thinking something so... contentious.

"What did Aunty Yuta want with you?" Sokka was brought to his thoughts when Katara sat next to him while sipping on her broth.

"Ah, she was helping me clean my club," Sokka shrugged as he touched the handle of the club strapped to his waist with a boomerang on his back. It was somewhat the truth. Yuta did help clean his club since it had been bloodied after bashing the beast's head in. Katara eyed her brother's blue-handled curved club and snorted.

Sokka shrugged. Katara usually is in a bad mood during supper. It was her THING. But Sokka never wanted to reveal what other responsibilities he'd been doing to his sister. Say what you might about Katara, she was fiercely protective and helpful so he couldn't imagine her taking the news of him being 'used' by the remaining 11 wives in the tribe. Besides, he didn't think that Katara of all people would have such urges and never expected her to understand it. After all, she's his little sister. He knows her. Her head is simply filled with all that waterbending mumbo jumbo.

Still, Sokka wasn't the type to hesitate... even if he did. He knew that before he... gave his answer, he HAS to be the one and take up one final burden over his shoulder. Strangling the wave of hesitation that was about to be born before it could stop him in his tracks and stomping the pit in his stomach that would have made him feel revolted from within, Sokka zeroed in on one particular woman that was beyond the age group of his 'responsibility.' But he was making this his burden to bear.

"Sokka?" She looked back, a warm smile developed on her face as she stopped collecting the better half of the meat that others had helped in processing somewhat. It would take some time but the meat could be curated, "Aren't you tired already? I can do this by myself. You should turn in for the night."

Sokka, however, had other plans. He silently took in her form with his gaze as she was still crouched over towards the hide spread open over long lengths of bones and as if sensing the weirdness surrounding him, Kya stood up and hummed, "Is something wrong? Did... something happen with Yuta?"

While Kya hadn't revealed it... she'd been long informed on how others felt about her son. She didn't find it strange at all. Just like his father, Sokka was capable if not more. While his father could have been a man to openly support and take responsibility for many women, he chose to divert his energy towards the battles instead. In fact, in Kya's eyes, it was only a matter of time—

Her thoughts came to a startling end as Sokka grabbed hold of her shoulders and announced through the severity of his grip just how serious he was as he uttered—

"Mother, let me be your man."

It wasn't a request, Kya registered the tone. She was still in a daze. Her shoulders, despite the thick coat she wore and the gloves he had, felt the firmness of her son's grip. The two continued to stare at each other's blue eyes for a while before Kya gave a rather surprising response by not raising her voice in surprise or whatever. Instead, she released a low sigh and smiled, "Sokka, dear... you don't have to be so tense all the time."

Sokka's lips parted as he slowly, but cautiously let go of his mother's shoulders while still eyeing her as if afraid she would run away. While he couldn't notice it, Kya could practically feel her son's gaze growing predatory as if he'd marked her as prey. And this is where the similarities between her son and his father ended.

Sokka, in absence of any man, grew in the extreme conditions of the open wild icy plains. He... emerged victorious in battles against beasts through his mind and his strength. This was almost inevitable. Even a human can only grow based on one's environment and had it not been for learning under his father before... Sokka may have never been as thoughtful as he is now.

Feeling a distinct lack of... something... once the grip was taken back from her shoulders, Kya put the thought away and looked at her son with a serious expression, "I am satisfied with how things are currently, Sokka... you do not have to worry about me... in these matters. If anything, do me a favor and take Katara for a hunting trip. Fishing is fine, too."

Sokka furrowed his brows. As Kya was about to leave, he spoke up with a distinct depth to his voice, "How... did you think I ever became aware of... what Yuta and others were going through? It's not like I had time to peep on any of them..."

Kya's brows tilted to a slight furrow as Sokka didn't leave her waiting for an answer and remarked, "I... saw you one day, early in the morning... in our igloo... you had three fingers in while you bit onto your other hand. Katara was sleeping soundly but I was feeling unwell that day..."

Kya's lips parted as she heard the explanation. She didn't know what moment Sokka was speaking of since... she'd been frequent after the first few years of her husband's... departure. It was only because of the darkness of the night did Sokka fail to observe his mother's cheeks go somewhat dark as she averted her gaze, realizing that she may have had a bigger hand in her son's 'unusual' development than she expected and again, remarked, much softer this time, "Sokka... then you should know I really don't need—"

"You do!" Sokka grunted, taking a step forward and closing the distance between them as Kya could feel his warm breath on her cheeks and lips that slowly pursed together while Sokka spoke in a firm tone, "Mother..." he ungloved his right hand and slowly but gradually brought it to Kya's cheek, "Can you say with absolute certainty that you don't desire this?" His warm... rough palm cradled her soft and supple cheek as Kya resisted the urge to close her eyes and lean further into the sense of security that she felt again... this is it. That's the sensation she lost once Sokka let go of her shoulders. Security.

Her son invoked this easily.

"Sokka, dear... you shouldn't have ever been pushed into this form of responsibility," Kya shook her head as Sokka's gaze grew penetrative, "You're above the age group of my responsibility. I was lying to myself... when it came to you... it was never about responsibility. Maybe others too. Or maybe, it's a mix of responsibility and desire but... Kya..."

Her eyes snapped wide open as Sokka uttered her name. Her fists clenched nervously as he wasn't stopping... and she found a lack of strength in her knees and thighs to move as she imagined his fingers... and his lips, and his...

"I wish to lay with you. Right here and now, Kya."

Sokka uttered, his lips closing down on Kya's softer, juicier ones.

He kissed rarely. But he just felt it was the right thing to do and the next second, despite feeling Kya's hands and body seize up for a second, his hands stopped cradling her cheeks and wrapped around her waist tightly as he wasted no second to let the brunt of his desires known by firmly squeezing his mother's buttocks.

The moment he did, he felt Kya's lips part open with a short but affirmative mewl that made him use his tongue as she finally came to be. Her hands quickly grabbed his arm, and her eyes revealed her panic... but as she did so, her hands revolted against her mind, and instead of pushing him away as she felt the 'right' thing to do, her hands slid up his very powerful arms while her body melted into his embrace, more than submissive to his desires the moment he planted his hands on her flared ass cheeks that'd been in their lonesome for years.

His mother, despite her age, was beautiful. Smooth creamy skin, a curvaceous body to the boot, and even if she wasn't as athletically built as him, Sokka found it more pleasant this way as he loved the sensation of his fingers digging into her meaty ass. His hesitations were thrown out the window as he knew what waited for them in their igloo— his sister. So, he had Kya against the wall of snow around the village as she gave a muffled huff when she felt the lower half of her coat flipped over her ass as his fingers quickly tugged down her thick trousers just enough to bare her ass cheeks. She felt chilly and it helped clear her mind for a second.

"S-Sokka, we should at least discuss—"

"We will," Sokka growled with her eyes almost bulging out of her skull as Sokka pulled his pants down. 'It' was... well... certainly big. Bigger and thicker than three of her fingers combined as she grew silent. Her heart was racing and beating wildly against her chest as she met his gaze.

He was right...

This was no responsibility.

This was a hunt and she was the prize and... it made her body heat up despite the perpetual cold as a lurid and heavy breath escaped her lips. It felt so wrong to goad her son by finally standing on her toes and bringing her bent body a little higher so his thick, filling shaft could... just fuck her without any issues. She still continued to strain her neck and look back. One thing she knew about beasts from her husband— holding eye contact will only be seen as a sign of a challenge. And in return—

Growling and somewhat aroused with how she'd been staring at him... that look in her eyes made Sokka lose that one final bit of his inhibition as he adjusted the head of his cock and rammed it into her wet and tight walls as she whimpered loudly. Not wanting his sister, or anyone else for that matter, to disturb him, Sokka leaned forward and pulled back Kya to have her back arch as his hand reached her face.

"Don't you let a single sound out. If you have to bite my hand for it, do it." This was an order as Kya's cunt clenched harder while Sokka bit back his groan and pulled back slightly before smacking deep in her walls to feel her second entrance as her cheeks rippled with each thrilling thrust. He felt the pain from Kya biting onto his hand clearing his mind but that only made it possible to fuck her harder.

He was relentless like this. Be it an actual club or this... he loved to pound. He could already feel her knees weakening as he stepped against the wall to pin her against it while keeping his chest pressed to her back as his cock drove in and out of her juicy, delicious pussy. He thought he'd feel weird about this but he didn't and as he brought her to a quivering climax, the first of the many— he promised internally, Sokka himself found closer to the edge than he'd expected.

But then again... this was Kya.

And he wanted more of her... much, much more.

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Kya... looked rightly fresh. Her smile was pleasant, and her body... felt amazing despite being unable to fall asleep as they'd been at it a couple more times after Katara slept. She just felt... so completed at this moment.

"Hey! Stop pushing!"

"And I told you that the ocean is dangerous. Stop waving at the water and expecting some miracle!"

Kya watched Sokka and Katara ready themselves for fishing. Once Sokka had... been satiated, for now, he did come back to his gentler senses. Again, they decided to keep it from Katara but he also agreed to take her fishing.

But before they left, Sokka made sure to turn back. He always did. But this time, his gaze fully eyed her form and she found herself growing weak at the thought when he beamed, "I'll be back... with more than enough for everyone." His words were meaningful to Kya while Sokka now had his own answers.

Anyway, Kya knew she would have to speak to the 'Council' of Wives... about her chieftain's recent interest in her body.

The village grew silent after the initial burst of noises as if they'd received some shocking news but...

Just an hour later, they all saw a pillar of light piercing through the clouds as if announcing the arrival of someone... legendary... lost.