Dominance Play (Avatar: The Last Airbender) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly

Summary: Partially inspired by this image. After his victory over Fire Lord Ozai and ending the Hundred Year War, Aang is quite proud of himself for avoiding having to take a life. So much so that when confronted over his choice by Avatar Kyoshi in the Spirit World, he stands his ground and even ends up dominating her. Add in some mischievous lust spirits interfering, and the last airbender soon has his predecessor begging for more of his cock.

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“Are you not concerned that he will one day regain his ability to bend and manage to break free? By leaving such a monster alive, you risk ruining the hard-won peace that you managed to achieve with his defeat.”

By his very nature, Aang was a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy. And really, most of the time he enjoyed his trips into the Spirit World. In fact, Aang would put interacting with the Spirit World up there as one of his favorite duties as the Avatar. However, right now he was having to focus on keeping his calm and exuding a certain aura of patience that the Air Nomads had been known for once upon a time.

This was due to the woman standing across from him. As much as Aang liked Suki and the other Kyoshi Warriors who took their cues from his predecessor, Avatar Kyoshi, the woman herself could be quite unbearable. As one of his previous incarnations, she seemed to consider it her duty to screw his head on straight and get him thinking her way, as if her way was the only way.

It wasn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, and Aang refused to be manipulated by a spirit, even another Avatar spirit. He’d stuck to his ideals and still managed to obtain a victory over Fire Lord Ozai, ending the Hundred Year War and bringing balance to the world once again. He’d done his duties as the Avatar, and he’d accomplished all of it without sullying his hands with the blood of his foes.

Avatar Kyoshi seemed to take this as a personal insult for some reason, and continuously sought him out in order to berate him for his choice in leaving Fire Lord Ozai alive, constantly espousing the same sort of tactics that she had used throughout all her life. Knowing his predecessor’s story, Aang didn’t begrudge her the hard decisions she’d made… but that didn’t mean he had to do the same. In fact, he hadn’t had to do the same, and Aang suspected that was precisely while Kyoshi kept pestering him.

Still, with a bit more time and his own victory had come discipline and maturity that Aang liked to think would have done his monk teachers proud. Letting out a low breath, the young Avatar turns to face Kyoshi where they both stand in the Spirit World, his back straight and his head held high.

“Avatar Kyoshi. As we have had this talk before, I will simply make sure to remind you of what I have already said. I was brought up as a monk, long before I was ever found to be the Avatar. While I would never shirk my duties as the Avatar, I will still stand by my ideals. And indeed, my ideals and my duties have never yet conflicted. I have never willingly killed, nor will I ever.”

Kyoshi bristles, and Aang half expects her to walk off in a huff again, like she always does. Unbeknownst to him however, they aren’t alone. There are mischievous little spirits flitting around the edges of the two Avatars’ spiritual awareness, and these little creatures, while not quite as complex as sapient as Aang or Kyoshi, can actually see more of both as a result.

They see underneath the underneath. They see the tension between the two of them for what it really is. And, as such prankster spirits are want to do, they reach out and… tweak things just a bit. In the end, all they really have to do is strip away some of Kyoshi and Aang’s inhibitions. Unbeknownst to the two Avatars, they’ve both been desiring this for longer than either could have imagined. They just had to stop lying to themselves first, and accept what each other wanted from one another.

Rather than leaving in a huff as she usually would, Kyoshi grits her teeth and doubles down, narrowing her eyes as she leans in.

“You risk everything, Nomad Brat. The Earth Kingdoms, even my own Kyoshi Island… they all suffered horribly under that monster of a man. If you do not end him, it will only happen again.”

Aang, more than a little ruffled by her insult, straightens even further and loses some of his monk-like patience, his eyes narrowing as well as he leans in too.

“Violence begets violence, Kyoshi. You lived your life your way, and I’ve lived mine my way. Enough said.”

This time, it’s Aang who turns to walk away… and so Kyoshi reaches out and stops him.

“Don’t you walk away from me!”

Her hand grabs him by the arm, and Aang reacts on instinct. Call it what you will. Perhaps Kyoshi is rusty from so long as a spirit. It’s been quite some time since she was the Avatar in the flesh, quite some time since she could truly affect the worlds, either of them. Meanwhile, Aang was fresh off his greatest victory yet, and young and strong besides. He was accomplished, really.

But maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe it was Kyoshi’s own latent desires that allow him to so easily whip around and knock her to her knees, the Last Airbender airbending as he rocks Kyoshi’s world and slams her into the ground before yanking his arm from her much-loosened grip as she just stares at him, mouth agape.

Meanwhile, Aang would normally continue leaving after having proved his point. But for some reason, he looks down at Kyoshi’s kneeling form, her red lips parted… and realizes what he wants. And maybe, he realizes that it’s what Kyoshi wants too.

“You look better like that. Kneeling and silent.”

Kyoshi flushes beneath her white face paint and bristles in indignation.

“You-!”

SMACK!

But just as she’s trying to respond, Aang pulls out his cock and slaps it down on her face. He’s never done something like this before, and under normal circumstances, probably never would. Oh, he wasn’t intending on being celibate or anything like that, but this? Degrading and dominating a kneeling woman? That wasn’t something Aang would usually allow himself to indulge in. But currently, he’s not quite as… inhibited as normal.

Neither is Kyoshi. Her breath hitches as her eyes go crossed trying to stare at the meaty rod now resting across her face. Her nature as a spirit keeps her white face paint from smudging, even as he runs his cock back and forth along her features, making her whimper.

“Open up.”

Kyoshi, uncertain and caught completely off guard… obeys. As Aang feeds his cock into her mouth, the two of them stare at each other. Kyoshi looks a lot more bewildered then he does, with Aang’s face a masterclass in stoicism, the same sort of blank expression he used with Koh the Face-Stealer.

“Good. Now you look even better, with something to occupy your mouth.”

Flustered as all hell, but nevertheless obeying the young Air Nomad, Kyoshi swirls her tongue around his cock, causing Aang to grow as he brings his hands down upon her stylized hair. Before he knows it, he’s thrusting away into her warm, wet, willing mouth, letting some stress he didn’t even know he had go as he fucks her face. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting this to happen, he didn’t plan for it… but it was happening all the same.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

As Kyoshi gurgles and gags on his cock, Aang frowns down at her.

“Was this what you wanted, Kyoshi? For me to take charge? Is this really all I had to do to shut you up, all this time?”

His voice takes on a reverberating snarl, and while Kyoshi cannot respond verbally with her mouth full of cock, her entire body shudders and her hips buck as she kneels there before him, making her answer clear as day. A somewhat wicked grin spreads across Aang’s face, uncharacteristic undeniably… and yet, it felt good, putting Kyoshi in her place. It felt… right.

Unbeknownst to Aang, he was leaning heavily on the Spirit World side of his Avatar powers right now. Dominating one of his predecessors might not have been the intended use for such abilities, but that’s what was happening. Of course, it wasn’t like Kyoshi minded. While initially bewildered at having the tables turned on her, it was like Aang’s words had opened a door in her mind that she’d unknowingly closed.

Avatar Kyoshi had not had the easiest life. She’d spent much of the beginning of her life as a servant girl in fact, and was only discovered to be the Avatar when she was already nearly a woman grown. After it was found that she was the Avatar, Kyoshi’s entire world had been thrown into upheaval. Things had gotten bad really fast, and by the time it was all over and the dust was finally settling, she’d lost friends and been forced to kill enemies who threatened everything.

In the aftermath of all of that, Kyoshi had been forced to grow up very fast and inhabit and embody a role that she was never prepared for and in no way made for. Truth be told, not every Avatar was good at everything all the time. In fact, the vast majority of them weren’t. They were only human, even if they were supposed to be the Avatar, and that meant they were capable of making mistakes, or merely… not being good enough for the job in the first place.

Kyoshi had done her job to the best of her abilities, but at the end of the day, when you stripped away the thin veneer and all of the airs that she’d put on in order to present the proper attitude of the Avatar to the world at large, Kyoshi was still just that servant girl… and what she wanted more than anything was someone who would tell her what to do, how to act, and how she was wrong. Because deep down, she still felt guilt over the people she’d had to kill throughout her life. And seeing Aang succeed where she had failed utterly had drawn her to him.

Now here she was, on her knees before him, the young Airbender dominating her so thoroughly that it had taken them both off guard. And yet, it felt right. It felt right choking on his cock, gurgling and gagging as he face fucks her. It felt right, submitting to him entirely.

Sensing this change come over Kyoshi, Aang finally pulls back out of her throat as he pants heavily, his cock throbbing with need.

“You want this just as badly as I do… s-so assume the position.”

In truth, Aang has no idea what ‘the position’ looks like. He just thinks it sounds like a suitably domineering and impressive thing to say in this particular set of circumstances. Letting go of Kyoshi’s hair, he steps back and watches as his predecessor hesitates for only a moment before vanishing her robes away, letting them dissolve into spirit particulars and exposing her gorgeous, pale body underneath.

Then, turning away from him, she prostrates herself before him, ‘assuming’ the position by pressing her face into the ground and lifting her hips high into the air. Her pussy, framed by her thighs, is quite blatant in this position, dripping wet as it is with Kyoshi’s arousal. Mouth dry upon seeing this, Aang doesn’t waste any time, his throbbing, twitching cock leading him forward as he grabs her by her hips, crouches down to level his phallus with her cunt… and thrusts forward.

Kyoshi’s answering squeal is like music to the uninhibited Airbender’s ears. Aang groans in time with her moans and shrieks as he begins to fuck into her for all he’s worth. The Avatar Kyoshi played at being is soon stripped away, replaced by the servant girl she once was and deep down inside, always would be.

“Y-Yes, Master! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, please! Use this worthless servant’s body to your heart’s content!”

Well, Aang might not know what THAT was all about, but he was in too deep now to care either way. His cock felt amazing in Kyoshi’s heavenly cunt, and even though it was probably a little taboo for him to be fucking a spirit, let alone one of his predecessors, the young man found that he simply did not care. She felt too good not to pound into the ground for all he was worth.

As Kyoshi continues to beg for more, for harder, for him to ‘use her servant body’, Aang leans forward, properly mounting the former Avatar from behind and reaching around to grab her tits, yanking them back and pulling her up against his chest. He fucks into her hard and fast while playing with her nubile breasts, fondling and massaging her titflesh and toying with her nipples to his heart’s content.

Ultimately, Kyoshi was never the most well-endowed woman, but she still has a pair of handfuls that Aang enjoys playing with… and that Kyoshi enjoys him playing with as well. Her moans and cries of ecstasy fill the clearing as her pussy walls clench around his thrusting cock. She’s cumming for him, Aang realizes with a start, and as he fucks into her harder and faster, her orgasms become too numerous to count. Her insides cling to his prick like a vice, but Aang doesn’t let that stop him. He keeps on fucking her with the same pace, the same speed, driving Kyoshi absolutely wild in the process.

This is them forging a different kind of relationship. There’s no going back to the way things were now that they know the other’s true selves. Kyoshi isn’t going to be able to get away with pestering Aang about his no-killing policy anymore, not now that he’s pushed her to her knees and dominated her mouth with his cock so thoroughly. Likewise, Aang can’t ignore this sexual awakening. He is a man, not a boy anymore. He’s a man, and he has desires… desires that for the moment, Kyoshi will have to satisfy.

Sliding one hand from her breast up to her throat, Aang doesn’t quite choke the beautiful woman, merely holds her by her neck as he leans in close to her ear.

“Who… who do you belong to, bitch?”

“Y-You, Master! This humble s-servant belongs to you!”

As she says this, clothing reforms on her body, beneath his hand. Not the old robes she was wearing, however. Instead, though Aang doesn’t recognize the significance, Kyoshi is clad in a more sexualized version of her old servant’s attire, with a nice short skirt and a dipping chest-line to show off her small amount of cleavage.

Chuckling, Aang keeps fucking her, given she’s still wearing no undergarments under her new attire, and a few moments later, he fills Kyoshi with his seed, pumping the spirit to the brim and only briefly wondering if there might be consequences to doing so.

But, there weren’t so far… so it’d probably be fine. Pulling out, Aang watches as Kyoshi immediately spins around and begins to clean his cock with her mouth. With a smile on his face, he puts a hand back down on her head, resting it there as he lets her continue…