chapter part 1

~In which… Khan comes across starving, injured girls in the middle of the Polar Wastes willing to debase themselves for food and medicine. Surprisingly, it wasn't part of the plan. Also… what happens to the main cast when plot armour runs out? ~

(2 Days before the Armada arrives) [North Pole - Polar Wastes]

"… We're probably the only ones left, aren't we?"

Out of all the sounds around them- the deep crunch of snow under their shoes, the wind whipping at their blue parkas, the vast white tundra stretching endlessly on all sides- it was that single whisper that cut through to Katara. And it did so, because… because it echoed the voice at the back of her mind, the one that sometimes whispered the same thing. The men had covered their retreat. They had left their own warrior-sisters behind to those… honking monsters. But was all that sacrifice enough? Just to be lost and alone in the Polar Wastes? She didn't have the map that Sokka drew.

No. Katara shook her head clear of those thoughts, breaking off strands of her brown hair that had frozen solid.

She was still First Wave.

No matter what happened, it was her duty to get them all out of here, maybe even to finish the mission that had drawn them into this stupid, frozen wasteland in the first place.

Her mittened fists clenched as she turned, meeting the eyes of the brave two hundred girls and women who trudged in her footsteps. Their faces red from the cold and blue hoods heavy with accumulated snow. The injured were laying on ice sleds being pulled by girls, utterly exhausted from hours of running away. Weariness and desperation in their blue eyes as they all looked to her.

"The 10,000 haven't fallen. They can't have," Katara declared, her voice loud, firm, unbroken. She pointed into the distance from they had ran from and raised her voice louder. "Those Fire Nation soldiers, no matter how well-trained, don't stand a chance against our people. Those ten thousand men- our kin, our Tribe… They'd never lose to a thousand riders and a few barbarians! Yes, we've lost a few- "

Second Wave Nessa's smiling face flashed in her vision, and Katara stiffened her entire body to hide her wince.

"-many of our sisters, and yes, we're separated from the main force, but we're not out here, wandering alone. We'll regroup with the main army at the shadow of Nanuq's Valley!" she insisted, letting the words ring out, as if sheer force could make them true. "And when we do, they'll see we didn't give up, not once. They'll see that the Radiant Moonflower Warrior-sisters are of the Water Tribe too! That we are just as tough! That we made it!"

Most heads nodded, faintly at first, then with a touch more confidence.

The few that didn't… It didn't matter. Katara knew they'll come around once they saw the rest of the army again. She turned back, trudging over the snow again, focusing on putting snowshoe in front of the other. All across this sea of endless white, the army stood scattered, but unbroken. She knew it.

The ten thousand will come. Maybe fewer, and maybe a bit bloodied- but they'll come.

"They will." Katara repeated to herself, holding onto her own words. "They will."

[North Pole - Polar Wastes]

From the snowy plains to the jagged crags, the bodies of our enemies lay.

Thousands of them, still half-buried in red-stained snow as the morning sun shined on their frozen, lifeless faces. Some lay in large crowds where they had stood shoulder to shoulder in valorous last stands, stiff frosted hands still gripping snapped whalebone spears. Others were little more than torn open gibbets where hungry ostrich-horses had chased down cowards who had tried to run. And broken [Ice Walls] jutted out from the trodden snow- final, desperate acts of Waterbending. In vain, of course.

It was there that our horde of barbarian allies, standing over their enemies' dead bodies, raised their Fire Nation-forged (Superior) [Steel Water Tribe Spears] up to the rising sun and roared 'Victory!'

A victory that had just vindicated a hundred-year-old vendetta- a sign of the Moon and Ocean Spirits' favour. Clearly, they had sent the 'Hot Landers' to correct the grave injustice- this imbalance in the Norther Water Tribe borne of old treacheries. And for our part, we were doing a spectacular job of doing the Spirits' work. This battle we had won had marked out the right path in history for the Water Tribe- the one where they worked hand-in-hand with the Fire Nation.

However, it was far from over…

"Chief Khan! Where's Chief Khan?! We have wounded!"

… because I faced the question that every victorious military leader had to ask themselves: At what cost?

"Trauma Igloo!" My deep voice boomed from inside said expansive igloo. My red boots crunched softly on the packed snow floor as my armoured, seven-foot-tall frame navigated between rows of fur beds, each occupied by barbarian soldiers in various states of injury. The cold air was thick with coppery scent of blood and fragrant herbal salves. Ice window panes allowed the yellowish sunlight to stream in, illuminating the barbarian women who moved with me, their blue parkas adorned with long red strips of cloth that fluttered as tended the injured, their hands glowing with [Ocean's Waters], soothing bruises and mending wounds before they updated the ice tablets hewn with the patients' medical status.

The last part was my edict, because I was going to impart intuitive organisation and efficient operations management into this world even if it killed them.

"Chief Khan!" A second group of barbarian women rushed into the trauma igloo.

"I heard the horns." My skull helm turned towards them, "How many this time?"

"Just one, but-"

"Get your hands off me, woman! I don't have time to be coddled with waterbending!" Chief Essin barked as he was helped inside the trauma igloo, his toothless scowl as fixed as the icicle jutting from his shoulder. Blood had frozen into a brittle line down his parka sleeve, but he gave no sign of pain, only irritation, as though he'd merely stubbed his toe rather than had a spear of ice lodged halfway through his shoulder. Likely still high off the Red Bull that I gave him.

One of the healers tried to ease him back onto a bed, only to receive a swat for her trouble as if she was an irritating fly.

"I said leave it to me!" he growled, gesturing dismissively. The glistening icicle bobbed slightly from the movement. "Like I told the women of the other clan, just hand me some bandages and fermented buffalo-yak milk and I'll tend to it my damn self! I've been wrapping wounds like these since before you were weaned from your mothers' teats!"

He stopped abruptly as he saw me.

"Khan? Why're you here?" he asked, squinting. "You haven't learned to waterbend, have you? With how you handled those city pukes, I wouldn't put it past you."

"No, not waterbending." I shook my head. "But I have something just as useful: the [Surgery] skill."

"Bah, I don't have time for you to sew me up like a torn pair of pants-"

"This will only take a moment," I said, kneeling at his side. "I'm not healing it 'right,' I'm healing it 'now.' The quick and dirty way."

The old man squinted up at me, and settled back. "Quick and dirty? Sounds like my kind of treatment," He echoed, his heavily wrinkled brown face clearly considering it, "Alright, show these women how to do it fast."

"Hold still," I said, stepping forward. I pulled out my surgery toolkit… and a chewy puffin-seal steak, which I promptly stuffed into my patient's mouth, "Bite down on that. Scream if you must, but don't forget to breath."

"Nnnn? Nggghhh!"

With a yank on the icicle, I went to work. The bloodied piece of ice was barely out before my suture needle was already on the muscles. My notable Dexterity went to work, stitching the tissue together at a speed that no licensed medical professional would dare to go. The muscle tissue closed first followed by the subcutaneous fat layer. Each time, pouring [Dew of the Mountain: Frostbite] directly onto the wound, before finally moving onto the wrinkled skin, and closing the wound shut.

Surgery Level 11 Reached!

[Surgery] Lvl 11 - Expert

The skill- and subconscious body of knowledge to perform it- to keep broken bodies working, or at least functional enough to keep going. From battlefield triage to salvaging mobility from crushed limbs, [Surgery] is the gritty, hands-on approach to repairing or altering the messy canvas that is the organic body. Other medical-adjacent skills (e.g. Herbalism) increase XP gain.

At higher levels, [Surgery] transforms the human body from something stabilised and rebuilt into something almost malleable. Reconstructive procedures and cosmetic surgery to circumvent the limitations of the human body. Even prosthetics to restore limbs. Some would even argue that they'd be improvements even- replacing weak flesh with the strength and certainty of steel… If you can find or even fabricate such things.

Level 5 - Apprentice Skill Perk

Sterile Zone (Passive & Active): Washing hands and wearing gloves for surgery is for other, less cool surgeons… Passively reduces infection risk in a radius around yourself. This perk can also be activated to actively sterilise your surroundings, especially around your hands. Intensity, duration and cooldown scales with [Surgery] skill level.

Level 10 - Expert Skill Perk

Fool-proofed Medicine (Passive): Better double the stitches, this one looks like he has a favourite flavour of crayon… Upon successful initial treatment, your patients gain a constitution bonus for healing rate and for preventing injury relapses (e.g. tearing open stitches, rebreaking a healing bones, etc.) Intensity and duration scales with [Surgery] skill level.

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"And done." I said, tightening a white bandage around the elderly chief's shoulder, who blinked at me.

"That was it?" His old, raspy voice asked.

"Yes, quick and dirty as promised." I replied, stowing my Surgery kit back into my [Inventory]. My skull helm turned, looking at the healer women. "Healers, Chieftain Essin's stitches are made from puffin-seal intestine and will be absorbed by his body in a few days just like everyone else's. Keep up nightly treatments with [Ocean's Waters] and his recovery time will be down to a third or a fourth of what it normally would be."

"Yes, Chief Khan." The women nodded, updating the chieftain's ice tablet.

With my [Herbalism] skill to support my [Surgery] skill, potential death sentences turned into manageable injuries under my care. Some injuries were still far too severe however, as I was still some ways before I could perform neurosurgery and heart surgery. But for anything less than that? For shattered bones, deep lacerations, and visceral trauma? As long as I reached them while they were still breathing, I could save them. Warriors who might have otherwise filled graves were instead patched up and sent back to fight, saving precious resources and manpower.

So ultimately, the cost of defeating ten thousand Water Tribe warriors? Quite small, actually. But I'm certain our enemies feel very differently with the loss of their ten thousand.

Meanwhile, Essin rolled his shoulder, testing the newly stitched flesh, and grunted with satisfaction. "Can heal almost as good as you can fight, Khan."

"Yes. But if that icicle had struck you closer to your heart, not even I could have saved you."

"Bah! You think we don't know the risks of waging war with those sea leeches?" He glanced around at the wounded and then up at me, grumbling. But a toothless grin did spread on his wrinkled face. "It's worth it though. A hundred years of wrongs definitely can't be righted in one night… but this victory does feel good. Especially when more of us are living to see it. And while we're talking about it… my men and I retrieved something on the eastern flank that you need to see. You definitely deserve it."

… And here it was, the best part of the post-battle process: The looting.

Did the enemy army bring ceremonial scrolls in the hopes that it will confer to them blessings? Maybe some rare artifacts that have special effects? Maybe a Fire Nation relic weapon or armour from their last clash 85 years ago? I was long overdue for one after all!

"Lead the way!" I immediately agreed, rising to my feet.

What rare loot did they find?

"Oh… it's women." My deep voice rumbled disappointed as we strode into my abode.

Not a rare weapon or legendary armour in sight... Just some captives. Brown-skinned girls who were stripped down to the casual blue underclothes that Water Tribe wore under their parkas. They sat on the dark metal floor of my abode, heads bowed low, their wrists clapped in irons that were chained to floor. Helpless, defeated and clearly lootless. This entire world suffers from a terminal lack of it, I'd say. Of decent loot.

"Aye, women." Essin grunted, before handing me a piece of pale white whalebone- no larger than a playing card. "They were wearing these whalebone charms. In our clans, those that wear it mean that they're the chosen warriors of their chieftains."

I turned the piece of whalebone over in my armoured hand, seeing the Water Tribe runes etched into them. "So, they fought well?"

"Spirits no! They fought like a otter-penguin droppings!" He gruffly replied, "I don't know what those city pukes were thinking giving these small fry the Warrior's Sigil! Should've seen that army in action, Khan. When they saw your cavalry stomping their way, they barely managed to push up an [Ice Wall] in between soiling their drawers. Left these girls on our side too- Now, that move took right guts, I'll give them that! …Or it could also just been an accident with some right sloppy waterbending."

At that last part, the girls collectively hung their heads lower at that.

"Aye, I'd wager a sack of salmon on it." Essin chuckled, apparently hitting the nail on the head, "Anyway, the men remembered that you wanted some 'Northern Water Tribe' women. So, we brought them back- thought they could… amuse you."

With that sly grin and a wink from his cloudy eye, the old chieftain left without another word.

However I was not, in fact, about to be amused by these girls who were sitting in the place where actually valuable treasure and loot should have been.

I had no use for them, not even as concubines. Between a sobbing, unwilling girl who was going to be a dead fish in bed (Like Azula was)… and six girls who were going to compete in eagerly pleasuring me with every inch of their lithe bodies just for the honour of being the one I creampie, I'd save my sexual appetite for the latter every time. Suki and her Kyoshi Warriors truly set the bar; and now, it was difficult for me to settle for anything less. Besides, the quest [Welcome to the Ice Fields!]demanded the death of all soldiers in the Water Tribe army.

The path forward was clear: interrogate, and then possibly, execute.

My armoured step echoed as I crossed the quiet room. My shadow stretched long, seven feet of it falling over the face of one girl in particular- the one all the others had glanced toward. Their leader, no doubt. Chocolate-brown skin that was darker than Katara's, and black hair with a tint of midnight blue flowing past her shoulders.

"You. What's your name and rank?" My voice was low, almost a growl.

She didn't answer, only looking up at me with her Water Tribe blue eyes. The fight hasn't left her yet.

"This is an interrogation. And depending on your cooperativeness, it will lead to either you getting fed and cared for, or possibly to a drawn-out execution." I calmly explained, but loud enough for all captives to hear clearly. It has been proven time and time again that the looming possibility of a painful and drawn-out death makes prisoners talk more than the actual torture. My armoured fist creaked as I tightened it. "Name and rank. I will not ask nicely again."

She looked away, clearly intending on staying silent, but her grumbling stomach seemed to sap the fight from her. "… Nessa." She admitted in a soft voice, "Second Wave of the Radiant Moonflower Warrior-sisters- was Second Wave."

Ah yes, the proud, first ever, all-female unit of Northern Water Tribe warriors. But before I could even begin my line of questioning, the door behind me abruptly swung open, followed by a girl's familiar voice.

"Khan, I came as soon as I heard that you had captives!" Princess Yue panted breathlessly, her ice blue eyes immediately resting on the bound girls who sat in my shadow. "Oh, thank the Spirits, I made it in time!"

Meanwhile, the group of women gaped in disbelief. "Princess Yue! You're alive!" the waterbender leader, Nessa, gasped. Previous interrogation reports claimed that the Northern Army believed propaganda painting me as evil, abusing the poor princess. So, It must have been a shock to see her now, neither harmed nor starved for a prisoner of 'The Fire Nation Giant'.

"Yes, as you can all see: she's unharmed." My rumbling voice continued, before placing a hand on the Princess' shoulder, "More than that, the Princess is in charge of Water Tribe Prisoners-of-War. She oversees food distribution, shelter, medicine and other concerns. She's proven invaluable to us."

At that, there was some bitter glaring from the women, likely a feeling of betrayal from seeing Princess Yue without shackles or without bruises. In fact, she was practically glowing. Her snow-white hair soft and silky, her royal purple dress clean and freshly laundered and her brown skin flawlessly smooth. As if Yue had never left the Royal Palace. Certainly, it wasn't only because she practically insisted that I 'permit her to attempt to convince me' (i.e. creampie all of her holes) at least twice a day. No, as the days crept closer to the possible disaster at the Spirit Oasis, her importance as the backup life energy for the Moon Spirit only grew, along with need to keep her close and safe.

"May they at least have the antidote?" asked Yue.

Nessa tilted her head in confusion. "An antidote? But what-" Her blue eyes widened, "The meat at that abandoned base!"

"Deliberately abandoned; because the quality of the bait is irrelevant when the prey is starving," I grunted, taking four [Antidote] vials from my [Inventory] and handing it to them, "You should all consider yourself very fortunate that I did not have enough ingredients to make it concentrated enough to be lethal."

Vials in hand, the Water Tribe girls looked at the starchy white liquid before popping off the cork and downing it in one gulp. I did not miss the suspicious glances that they sent my and Yue's way though. And I decided to nip the prisoners' defiance at the bud. "Yue, they need to hear the reason why you and the chiefs surrendered, and they need to hear it from you."

Yue's ice blue eyes widened in surprise. "… I can tell them?"

"Consider it practice if we manage to find the Avatar's location early."

"Thank you." She whispered before turning back to the still-bound prisoners and told them. About the Armada. About the forty thousand. About what awaited Agna Qel'a should they not surrender. It was barely a few sentences, but they carried with them a world of implications, and a world of consequences. The uncaring fact of the Northern Water Tribe's inevitable defeat washing away whatever bitterness these 'warrior-sisters' held for the princess. Their expressions paling everywhere that the frostbite hadn't already nip at.

"Why?" Nessa's blue eyes squeezed shut. Her voice raw with anger as she wrestled with the infromation, "Why didn't you just tell us about your Armada?! If we knew… if we thought, we… we wouldn't-"

"You wouldn't have come here?" My voice rumbled in contempt.

She nodded as they all realised that it was all for nothing. Almost all for nothing.

Exhaling, I knelt down and began untying their binds. "We did not share this classified information, because the admiral leading the Armada is a man with a great temper." I said, omitting Zhao's name, "If the Agna Qel'a Resistance reinforces their coastal defences, and if your people's continued resistance drives the admiral to a rage, it's going to be nigh impossible to convince him to stay his great fleet's trebuchets, or other unwise things that he'll try to do which could spell the end of the Water Tribe. Or at least, the Water Tribe that lives in Agna Qel'a."

... Like killing the Moon Spirit- which may be the worst case scenario out of them all as it'll doom the entire world.

If Zhao becomes unreasonable, I'll be forced to fight and stop him from killing that fish. It was an unlikely possibility, yes, but the worst possible consequence that could sprout from that action was astronomically bad: Being labelled a traitor to the Fire Nation.

It meant that I would lose everything including my rank and even the command of the 41st Division just to save the world. It happened to Iroh in canon Avatar. And did he get anything in trying to prevent the Moon Spirit's demise? The man was responsible for telling Yue how to save the Moon Spirit after all. So, did Aang, Sokka or Katara look at him with trust? Did Fire Lord Ozai care that the world that he wanted to claim was saved by Iroh's wisdom? Did the Water Tribe itself shelter him for betraying his Nation to save their precious Moon Spirit? Was he given even a single 'thank you for saving us all from a chaotic, moonless existence'? No, this ungrateful world would give its saviour nothing.

So, it was in this unenviable position that I've found myself in: Saving the world. But only so that I could conquer it for myself.

"Which is why I cannot waste time." I glowered down at the the squad of Water Tribe girls, "All of you have a time limit to make yourselves very cooperative and useful before I discard you altogether."

The snowy-haired princess was quick to defend them, gripping my arm as she pleaded, "They're already at your mercy, Khan! There's no need for more cruelty- please!"

"And yet," I replied, glancing down at her, "they have not formally surrendered."

"...They haven't surrendered?" Yue blinked, her hands falling to her sides. She knew better than anyone how this whole bitter ordeal had been rooted in this dogged defiance.

"No, they have not."

The Water Tribe prisoners looked away as the princess cast them a disappointed look. And despite understanding their princess' reasoning, they still didn't look entirely convinced of the wisdom of surrendering to me.

So, I presented Nessa and the other captives an ultimatum.

I unfurled a scroll. The faint rustle of parchment cut through the arctic air, and my red gauntlet smoothed the scroll out before them. "This is your formal declaration of surrender, accompanied by a few… requirements." I slid the document closer, ensuring it was within their reach. "The first demand is that you relinquish- effective immediately- all ranks, titles, and privileges you held within the Water Tribe military, up to any authority or standing among informal entities like your so-called 'Radiant Moonflower Warriors-sisters.' Second, you will make a binding statement here, in writing, renouncing the authority in Agna Qel'a as illegitimate and severing all ties of loyalty. Sign it, and only then will I even begin to consider leniency. The princess will serve as your witness."

Or in other words, Yue's pleading was enough to merit an effort at least to circumvent the conditions of [Welcome to the Ice Fields!]. But if a surrender that comprehensive wasn't enough then their executions were guaranteed. Of course, I wasn't about to inform them of that fact.

Nessa's fingers flexed around the brush as she stared at the document. However, before she could put brush to parchment, a hurried banging echoed from my metal door interrupted us.

"Chief Khan!" A woman's voice soon followed, one of the younger Barbarian healers. "We have many wounded coming in from the Eastern reaches! Please, Hot Lander Chief, it's my clan!"

"Go prepare them for surgery! I'll be there in a minute!" I immediately shouted back. I wasn't about to refuse a chance to level up my [Surgery] back at the prisoners, and I left them with one last warning. "I'll let Yue be the one to feed you. However, you- all of you- had better have signed and be ready to talk by the time I return; or else this interrogation will not be as gentle as it has been thus far."

"Thank you, Khan." Yue replied.

Normally, I'd leave such a task to the Lieutenant or the Kyoshi Warriors, but the former was still sweeping for survivors and the latter was off to kill the Avatar. However, Princess Yue was not a bad choice. Her loyalty was unquestionable and Suki had been training her to be Kyoshi Warrior. If there was anyone in camp who could convince the prisoners to be more cooperative, it would be her.

With that, my armoured form turned and left for the trauma igloo- leaving the princess with the prisoners.

(A little while later)

Nessa cupped her hands around the steaming teacup, savoring its warmth and the lingering scent of unfamiliar Fire Nation spices. Only yesterday, her fingertips had been too stiff with cold to feel anything but pain; now, inside this strange, metal-walled shelter, she could at least pretend she wasn't still out in the Polar Wastes… even if it constantly reminded her that they all sat in the enemy's hands.

"Nessa…"

Nessa's eyes found Yue. Seated across a low table, the princess still wore the purple parka that Nessa had last seen her in during the princess' coming of age celebrations. She looked so out of place here, in this abode with its rigid lines, sharp corners, and dark metal that the Warm Landers obsessed over. And on the table right by her elbow, lay the parchment of surrender- the sharp calligraphy clear, and very final. But… what else was left?

"You don't have to push me, Princess Yue," Nessa looked away, drawing her lips into a bloodless line, "I'll sign the stupid paper, even if I don't like it."

"That wasn't what I was going to say…" Her princess' voice was gentle. The firelight caught her ice-blue eyes and reflected a sympathy that Nessa didn't know how to accept. "I know it has been rough waters. I don't blame you for it- any of you. I just want to understand why, or what, has you so angry?"

"Try 'who.' Katara. She did this." Nessa grunted before her mind could even catch up. The name tasted foul on her tongue now. "You wanted to understand why I'm so angry? Well, it's because I trusted someone who turned her back the instant it mattered!"

Princess Yue only ask softly, "What did she do?"

A ripple of anger passed through the warrior-sisters, their voices rising in quiet agreement. "She left us," one murmured, a dark look in her blue eyes. "She ran," another echoed, her tone seething.

"She promised us so much. That's what she did." Nessa said with a bittersweet tone for all the grand, lofty things that had seemed so real- so close- only to melt away like a dream. "She taught us, inspired us, made us believe we could have it all. So we marched into the Wastes, trusting her. Freezing winds, hollow stomachs, endless miles of polar wastes- we endured it all with a smile because we believed in her words. And then, when the Fire Nation came, when we needed her most, she raised an [Ice Wall]- with us on the wrong side. A sacrifice so she could run away. That's how we ended up in this metal box, staring down a surrender I never thought I'd have to sign!"

By the time her story finished, her teacup had gone ice cold, and her lips felt dry.

"But you're still alive," Yue quietly pointed out, briefly glancing at the scroll between them, "And all we need is your signature on that scroll, and the information that could help me stop the Armada- help stop the war for allof us."

"Information? You mean where Avatar Aang is staying," Nessa's eyes met her princess' head on, sharp and accusatory. "You want to help that Fire Nation commander find the bridge between the mortal and spirit world, and kill him."

But even when they were all staring at Yue directly, she didn't flinch. "Yes," their princess admitted, quietly but unashamedly, "To stop the Armada. To save Agna Qel'a. To stop the fighting."

Nessa found it hard- so hard- to stay angry when the Avatar's life weighed on the opposite side of the scale from the lives of her entire people... it made things a lot more complicated for her, and Nessa's voice dropped to an suspicious whisper, "You make it sound like this Commander Khan is working against the Fire Nation. That same Warm Lander leader who killed our people by the droves."

Their snowy-haired princess' lips tugged into another sad smile. "In my time with being his captive, I've been made to realise something." she said, "We're all part of this War, and each of us tangled in it in our own different way. Even Khan. He's done so much for us already, and without him, things would have been so much worse. I… I truly believe that I can bring out the good in him."

However, Nessa's warrior-sisters wasn't as conflicted, glancing at the door the Fire Nation commander had left through. "Him? The bloodthirsty warmonger who's been killing our people? Even now, he's probably looking for a reason to execute us all." Another continued, "The Fire Nation are killers who don't think twice about burning down villages or cutting down anyone in their way. And this is the Fire Nation Giant, we're talking about. The Fire Nation's biggest butcher in fancy armour-"

"Don't you dare!" Table scraped against metal as their princess shot to her feet, her snow-white hair framing an expression of rare indignation. "You don't understand what he's done for us!"

The warrior-sisters fell silent, stunned. None of them had ever seen or heard their princess angry.

Yue's ice blue eyes continued to bore down at them. "He has done more than anyone to try to end this war peacefully. Without him, none of us- my father, the chieftains, or even you- would still be alive. And if he had his say, no one would have had to die out here in the Polar Wastes either! So, by the Moon and Ocean, don't you dare speak of him that way! With him is our onlychance of saving our home!"

'Home.' The word struck a chord, and they looked away, quiet and ashamed.

After all, how many times had they whispered for it during those long, hopeless marches? To turn around and just… go back home? To their warm beds and stocked pantries? And now, it seemed as if Yue were calling them out for those traitorous thoughts. They tried to find the words to respond. But the silence stretched on, filling the torchlit, metal room, they realised that none of them could prove Yue's words wrong.

"… I want to believe we'll see Agna Qel'a again," Nessa finally admitted, gripping her teacup tighter, the warmth barely registering. "Katara promised us that we'd come home. That we and all the women of the Northern Water Tribe would see a new dawn over Agna Qel'a after we win against the Fire Nation. But between that Commander Khan and the Armada… it was never possible, was it?"

Yue shook her head, her sad smile faint on her pink lips. "No."

Nessa's eyes fell back to the scroll on the table, its sharp lettering demanding their surrender. "Figures. And now this piece of Warm Lander paper is promising the same thing as she did." She paused, then drew a breath. "But right now, I'd trust the Fire Nation more than I'd trust that lying sack of Southern Water Tribe snow-rat droppings. Give me that brush."

Their own princess slid the inkwell to her, and offered a brush.

Nessa took it from the princess' hand, admiring the smooth finish of the Fire Nation brush before dipping it ink and writing her name as prettily as she could on the scroll. Her warrior-sisters followed suit, all under the slightly approving blue of their princess' eyes. And with a wooden click of the brush being set down, she was no longer a 'Radiant Moonflower Warrior-sister' serving in the Northern Water Tribe Army.

Princess Yue looked at her expectantly. Signing that surrender was only half of what was being asked from them.

Nessa ran a hand along the blue of her hair. "Before we left Agna Qel'a," She began with a sigh, "I helped that Southern Water Tribe slime with her things at Master Pakku's spare cottage. The one just west of the palace. I caught a peek of Avatar Aang and Sokka through the gap in the fur door as she left."

Yue clasped her slender fingers together, bowing her head in a brief prayer. "Thank the Moon and Ocean Spirits… May they forgive us for what we have to do next, but with this, the Northern Water Tribe will at least survive to make amends to the next Avatar." She stood up, brushing the creases out of her purple parka, "Excuse me for a moment, I need to ensure this information reaches the right hands."

She was in a hurry, more than she wanted to show, Nessa noticed. But as a brief gust of cold air rushed inside before the door clanged shut behind her. They were all reminding them that they were still in the middle of the enemy's camp, and their only real ally had just left them. Just went to show how much they relied on their princess.

Some of her warrior-sisters exchanged hesitant looks. "Maybe this really is the end of it," one of them said softly, filling the long silence. "Maybe we're going to make it."

"We'll see home again," another added, her tone still wilfully hopeful.

"We are," Nessa murmured in sudden realisation, her tone sharpening, "but what about the rest of the Radiant Moonflower warrior-sisters?"

Her squad winced just as the door swung open again. And Yue- having heard her question- answered for them. "Khan's forces are searching for them. And from everything I've heard, there's a good chance they'll surrender once they're found. Don't worry, we have the supplies to feed and care for them. Everyone will make it home."

"And Katara?" Nessa pressed, her voice cold. "She should still be leading them. Will she be given the same offer?"

Yue had a thoughtful look as she settled down at the table. "I'd imagine so. Khan believes that Katara is important."

Anger bubbled up from where Nessa had tried to bury deep. Not deep enough. "After everything she's done?!" Nessa couldn't help but shout. "You were there, Princess Yue! If it hadn't been for her speech, none of this would have happened! You can't just let her get away with everything!"

"No matter what she's done. It's still up to Khan to decide."

"But he listen to you, Princess Yue." Nessa insisted.

"He does, doesn't he?" Yue said with a small smile, but it was only briefly, "But, Nessa… you have to understand that I can't push for too much. Going forward, the Northern Water Tribe will need every bit of good will from Khan to ensure our people will be treated well in this occupation."

"Fine." Nessa exhaled, her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "If you won't push for it, then I will. Someone has to. Someone has to keep her from fleecing stupid, gullible girls into fighting and dying for her lies. And someone has to hold her accountable for the girls that she already did! But… if it's up to the Warm Lander commander to dispense justice, what will it take to convince him?"

"Convince Khan?" her princess asked.

"Yes, I'll do anything. Even if it means serving in the Warm Lander army like the Kyoshi Warriors or you."

Princess Yue fell silent at that, just looking at her with those ice blue eyes. Some of the warrior-sisters exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier relief giving way to uncertainty. One of them whispered, "Second Wave Nessa…"

"You can't stop me," Nessa glanced over her shoulder at them.

"No, we meant that we're with you. The others still need us," another said firmly. And a murmur of agreement rippled through the group. "We followed you into the tundra. And when Katara left us behind, you didn't."

"We trusted you then, and we trust you now." Another warrior-sister rested a hand, still red and raw from frostnip, on Nessa's shoulder. "Whatever this is, wherever it takes us, we're not about to back down now."

Nessa straightened. "Then we'll do this together. For them. For all of us." She glanced at back to her princess, "Please help us."

Their snowy-haired princess gave a difficult smile, but her expression softened as she averted her eyes. "That's… really admirable of you all," she said, "But it's also a much harder than you think. Trust isn't something Khan gives easily. I had to put in a lot of effort to… convince him to put me in charge of this much. And from what Suki has told me, even they had to work for it. Aiming to change his mind about Katara would take just as much effort, maybe even more."

"Then we'll do what you and the Kyoshi Warriors did," Nessa leaned forward, her hands pressing against the table.

Yue met her gaze, crossing her arms in her thick purple parka. "Whatever it takes?"

"Whatever it takes."

"… Well, it would certainly help if there were more of us reminding him of Water Tribe interests." Their princess murmured. "Actually… This might actually be what we need, considering how much I've been able to accomplish on my own."

"Exactly!" Nessa nodded eagerly.

The silence stretched again, except for the princess drumming her dark fingers on the table lightly; and a strange feeling twisting in Nessa's gut as she watched Yue.

The princess' birthday felt like an eternity ago now, and the girl then seemed so different from the one sitting across the table now. More confident and more mature, as if she was a woman grown now. Her ice-blue eyes flicked to a stack of Fire Nation books in the corner as she muttered something under her breath- as if testing an idea before saying it out loud. Their gentle princess of the snow… she clearly still loved her tribe, but she had also clearly changed. Nessa could only imagine what those Kyoshi Warriors had put her through as their Fire Nation captive, and what Yue had learned from it. From them.

"Say that I agree to this…." Yue finally said, her tone light but curious-sounding, "… Are you the right girls for the job?"

"We are," Nessa readily replied despite her confusion. And the warrior-sisters around her murmured in agreement. "We had marched to war to try and save you and the others. We'll march to war to get justice for the others, even if it's against the Earth Kingdom."

Yue said nothing; instead, her ice blue eyes brushed over them, slow and deliberate. It stayed for a while on their faces, their hands, over their bodies as if taking their measure. The others straightened under their princess' assessment as if to silently prove their resolve. But eventually, the princess murmured, "Suki is usually the one to make these kinds of decisions. She was kind enough to help me get this far with Khan. And now, as an official Honorary Kyoshi Warrior, I suppose it's my turn."

A few of the warrior-sisters exchanged more puzzled glances, but again, Nessa didn't flinch. "And that means what exactly, Princess Yue?"

"It means I'll help you convince Khan to listen. And it'll only take a…" Yue paused to think of the right words before smiling serenely at them. "… creative approach."

"Creative?" another sister repeated.

"A mix of diplomacy and theatrics." Yue said lightly, brushing a strand of snow-white hair behind her ear. "Or 'Fire Nation etiquette,' as Suki calls it."

"That doesn't sound so… Are you sure it'll work, Princess Yue?" Nessa said with a hint of doubt.

"Oh, it works," Yue reassured with her calm confidence. "I've gotten very good at it these past few days in fact, especially with Suki's help. But don't worry- unlike her, I won't be leading you on a wild arctic hen chase. We'll get straight to the important part."

The murmurs among the sisters grew louder, some of them shifting uneasily. "If you say so, Princess Yue…"

"It will be alright, Nessa." Yue reassured with a gentle tone, "You'll come to love it. I promise. Please follow me."

Before anyone could ask what she meant by 'come to love it,' Nessa and the others watched Yue rose gracefully from the table, the soft rustle of her purple parka filling the quiet room. Despite the confusion, Nessa pushed herself to her feet and followed. The others stood as well, brushing crumbs off their tunics as they trailed behind, their steps uncertain until they all found themselves in the centre of the metal abode.

Her eyes focused back to Yue, who now stood watching them with a serene expression like the face of a full moon. And for a brief moment, Nessa believed that she hadn't made a terrible mistake…

And then, with that same calm, unbothered smile, Princess Yue issued her next command.

"Good. Now strip."

[Agna Qel'a]

Suki glanced out the window of their hideout, a recently abandoned ice cottage, and proudly murmured, "…That's my girl."

"What was that, Suki?" one of her sisters-in-arms asked, leaning against the window in her 'borrowed' Water Tribe parka.

"Nothing," Suki replied over the crispy crunch of some cold seaweed rations they'd pilfered. "I just got a feeling that Yue was putting our lessons to good use. Maybe on some of those 'Sisters with the Dumb Long Name.' "

Around her, the Kyoshi Warriors worked on their duties in the small hideout. One kept watch at the upper window, scanning the frozen streets for the telltale flutter of yellow-and-orange airbender robes. Another sat by the fire, carefully tending to their blades with oil and rags. Two more hunched over a map of the city, charcoal sticks whispering against paper as they crossed out the locations they'd searched earlier that night and the ones that they figured that they could and should search for the rest of the day.

Their unpainted faces all looked up from their work to offer their comments.

"I wonder how many of those three hundred girls they managed to capture."

"With how they looked like they hadn't thrown a single punch in their entire life? Probably all of them."

"Hah! That is if they hadn't keeled over marching there."

"And depends on how dedicated Yue's been with her 'duties.' "

Suki rolled her eyes. "Please, we all know that Yue's not enough to satisfy Khan." She licked her lips, "Poor guy, all backed up like that without our expert skills and world-class bodies- being forced to settle for those second-rate Water Tribe girls instead."

"I'm kind of jealous of them anyway. He's going to be taking it out on them."

"You mean he'll be giving it 'in' them." Suki pointed out with an evil smile, "If our first time was too much even for us trained Kyoshi Warriors, then those Water Tribe girls are definitely done for."

Laughter rippled softly through the room. Khan definitely was going to appreciate their efforts to throw local girls in his direction.

[A few hours later]

… How does this keep happening?

There, standing on my white fur carpet, was six blushing girls, barefoot and stripped down to just their white underwear. From a sweet caramel to a smooth dark mocha, their varying shades of brown skin made a nice spread as it coloured everything from their uncertain expressions to their naked shoulders and down to their fidgeting toes. With every breath, their chests rose and fell in their plain white bras. The pale fabric only highlighting the half-naked shape of their bodies- the sheer cloth clinging onto their wide hips, and cupping their breasts and their feminine mounds.

"Please," the leader of the group, Nessa, whispered- her soft voice halfway between embarrassed and desperate, "we're all yours, O' great Fire Nation commander. Do with us whatever you want."

… Again, how does this keep happening? I'm trying to conduct an effective guerrilla warfare campaign against an entire nation, but the horny local brown-skinned girls keep getting in the way by throwing themselves onto my cock. I'd wager that if I stay here long enough, they'll eventually prove to be more of an obstacle to getting things done than that Water Tribe army of 10,000.

I met eyes with girl responsible for this. "Yue, what is this about?"

"I need more allies with me here in the North Pole. An Honour Guard, like how the Kyoshi Warriors function for you." The girl in purple calmly explained, "I know Suki and the others will come with you to finish the war in the Earth kingdom. And as much as Chieftain Essin is within his Moon Spirit-granted rights, I'd still prefer to be accompanied by those who have been born and raised in Agna Qel'a. And to be honest… I'd sleep easier knowing you have more reason to visit more often…"

With a Suki-like smile, Yue walked behind the girls, making them shiver as her gloved hand delicately brushing over their half-naked bodies. Across their bare shoulders, down the curve of their waists and even across their panty-clad rears. Even earning a squeak as her hands cupped those bra-covered C-cups and undid it.

Nessa's bra fell away with a soft whisper of fabric, her chest bouncing free. Her nipples, a shade darker than the surrounding skin, stood erect, as inviting me to taste, especially as Yue's brown fingers came to lightly pinch at those sensitive little chocolate nubs.

"Princess Yue, please not so- Nnn!"

"…At least twelve more reasons."

… the Suki virus was apparently infectious, and it seems that Yue was well on her way to transforming into one. "And you've chosen these girls in particular?"

Yue smiled, stepping away from the gasping Nessa. "Yes. They're loyal, determined and have great potential as Waterbenders. They're the finest Agna Qel'a has to offer." She said, and the girls visibly stood straighter at their princess' praise, "… And also, they're hoping that if they gave you their maidenhoods, you would treat the rest of the 'Radiant Moonflower Warrior-sisters' with leniency while judging their leader, Katara, more harshly for betraying them."

"P-princess?!" Nessa's blue eyes flew wide open, flicking at me as if hoping that I had momentarily become deaf for that one statement.

"I was honest with my intentions to Khan; and so will you." Yue stated firmly, but then her voice softened, "And… If you want to be a part of this, then your first times shouldn't be based on a lie."

Chastised, they bowed their heads. "… Yes, Princess Yue."

"So, will you, Khan? Take their virgnities?" Yue pleaded too. "For me?"

My skull-faced helm glanced across them, then at the scroll sitting on the table. The declaration of surrender was signed, [Quest: Welcome to the Ice Fields!] was satisfied by their total surrender, and a runner team on our fastest ostrich-horses was already heading full speed to discretely relay the location of the Avatar to my favourite squad of hyper-lethal ninja girls. I already had what I wanted from them.

However, I could not argue against Yue's need for an honour guard for what was to come: A political mess set to boil over in the soon-to-be-occupied city of Agna Qel'a. In that chaos, she'll need a loyal guard recruited from her own tribe and bore the grit to go whatever lengths to protect- like marching the Polar Wastes. Turning Katara's precious, second-in-command protege to our side neatly satisfied both requirements… as well as deliver a metaphorical slap to her face.

I began unclasping my helmet. "So, they're doing this out camaraderie and vengeance? Very well, we'll take them along."

The girls' faces lit up, smiling at each other as if they'd won a prize.

For agreeing to help them get justice and guaranteeing leniency for the rest of their unit…

[Nessa & her Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Reputation: -11 - 9

[Nessa & her Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Obedience: 3 - 33

… I needed to find the rest of their unit who were still wandering out in the tundras so that I can finally rename their moronically long unit name. Nevertheless, whether it was from their disastrous defeat, from the strict tribal obedience to their Northern Water Tribe Princess or just out of spite for Katara, their willingness to join up with Yue was not in question.

However, their loyalty to me specificallywas still suspect.

Princess Yue had already started the process by raising them from negative sixty, but near zero Reputation was far from enough. Even their Obedience will need to be raised further before I even begin to consider trusting them for the long term….

"Thank you for accepting their offer." Yue smiled, "And I believe there is only one thing left to seal the deal, Nessa."

… Yes, and the most reliable method would be the same one as what had raised Yue's, Yor's, June's, and the Kyoshi Warriors': Copious amount of steamy sex. Even better if I'm the one to take their virginities.

A dark red blush spread across the Water Tribe girl's brown cheeks, "F-for our Princess and our tribe, we will do anything you tell us, but while you might have our bodies, our hearts will always- Oh…"

Whatever this 'Nessa' or the others were about to say was forgotten as I slid my helmet off, [Pretty Privilege]bearing down on them just as it had on every girl before. Their blue eyes widened, caught somewhere between confused and mesmerised. How much of it was supernatural and how much was pure attractiveness, who can say? Regardless, in that moment, they all forgot the part where they were half-naked prisoners of war as they now realised they had promised their virginities to someone who was coincidentally, and unfortunately for their defiant attitudes, very much their type.

For being a whole lot hotter than they had expected…

[Nessa & her Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Reputation: 9 - 19

[Nessa & her Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Obedience: 33 - 43

The 'asiatic armour no helmet' combination made me look like some some Dynasty Warrior fujoshi thirst trap. This world's equivalent of a 'heart throb in a suit.' Once I'm a landed noble (and a prince at that), I'll be able to add 'billionaire celebrity' to that list, and the effect would be even more pronounced then. However, there was a downside.

Yue aimed a very Suki-esque leer at me. "He should take that armour off and slip into something more comfortable. Shouldn't he, girls?" She purred. And the others forgot their current predicament in favour of nodding eagerly and leering intensely.

… times like these, it felt like I was more of a male stripper than a conquering warlord.

But six horny, half-naked virgins (plus an equally horny princess) standing in my abode, each waiting for their turn to be deflowered, was the least significant obstacle of my campaign so far. So, with a roll of my eyes, I got on with unequipping my armour under the hungry staring until I was left in just my casual red robes.

Quietly, I appraised them too.

Trained as healers by the wisest elders, these were most likely the local Water Tribe girls who, if they had not marched for war, would have been the city's most prized bachlorettes. The talented, popular and drop dead gorgeous girls who would have had boys lining up and down the block to have a shot at even dating… and yet, here they were, recruited to war just to be delivered to my bedroom. Six brown-skinned local beauties, all lined up with their breasts bared and panties moistening as they desperately offering themselves to me. And although claiming girls wasn't my main goal, but it was still a powerful feeling skimming the cream of the crop all for myself.

Now, it was only a question of in which order did I want them on my cock.

"Nessa." I called to her. [Siren's Call] adding onto the effects of [Pretty Privilege] now that my helmet was off.

She shivered at the sound. "Y-yes?"

"I want you first."

"I… Oh spirits…" Nessa blushed intensely, looked away, "Okay, but… please be gentle. It's my… first time."

Among her squad, Nessa wasn't the one with the largest chest, or the most pronounced silhouette, but she did have the longest legs, ending with slender toes that wiggled shyly among the white fur of the rug.

Princess Yue leaned in close to Nessa, her snow white hair brushing against the other girl's blue as she whispered something into her ear. Nessa's blue eyes widened. "My Princess, I can't say that!"

But Yue whispered some more.

"No, my princess, we wouldn't." Nessa murmured, looking at me. She pulled slender shoulder back and pushed her handfuls of perky, chocolate-tipped mocha tits forward in my direction, "P-please enjoy my inexperienced body to your heart's content. I'm already dr-dripping wet for you."

"It's true." Added Yue, sliding her hand down Nessa's flat abdomen and down past the threshold of her white panties. Beneath the smooth, skin-tight fabric, her fingers moved.

"P-princess Yue… that's- not there~!"

The white panties stretched and flexed with each pass of her fingers. Nessa squirming with each of them, squeezing her light chestnut thighs together around Yue's invading fingers. But it only succeeded in keeping the princess' fingers in place as they searched for the 'proof' that was apparently well-hidden in the soft folds of the other girl's labia. And as Nessa shuddered with a long gasp, Yue had apparently found her proof.

She retrieved her hand, a pair of her long, brown fingers leaving behind a gasping Nessa as they glistening as if Yue had dipped them in clear nectar. Her pink lips quirked upwards into a mischievous smile. "See? She's all ready for you. Also… She likes it from behind."

"Princess Yue?!" Nessa squeaked, her eyes wide and her blush nuclear even on her dark skin tone, "H-how do you know that?!"

"Suki taught me many things." Yue replied mysteriously. "All of which are essential to the Path of becoming a Kyoshi Warrior."

… Suki, what have you been teaching her?

Or maybe she'd always been like this. Just because she was the kind and gentle princess of the moon didn't make her any less of a girl, and didn't diminish her capacity to be indescribably horny. Or maybe, even more likely, Suki just brought out the freak in her. Still, having a slender girl in just her panties talk dirty, then have her hot quim teased until she was soaked and ready for me… it was enough to get any man hard. My loose red robes tenting right before the Water Tribe girls' eyes, who were acting shy and demure despite unable to keep their gaze off it.

Nessa gulped at the sight, eyes wide even as she panted hotly. "Princess Yue, I can't… he'll split me apart!"

"If I can take it, then surely someone like you- who's been trained physically- can as well." Yue reassured as she began the process of sliding the other girl's panties down those long, mocha-skinned legs. And when those white panties were finally off, Yue's hands curled around the other girl's shoulders before pushing her down to her hands and knees. The dark skin of Nessa's slender hands and long legs contrasted pleasantly against the the white fur of the carpet.

"W-wait, I'm not ready!"

"You aren't?" Yue purred, "But you're already dripping. Even Khan can see that."

And I did. A candy pink slit in the centre of soft, brown pussy lips. Like a drip of strawberry syrup running down a scoop of chocolate ice cream. Glistening just as moist and soft too. Then Yue's slender fingers gave me an even better view as she reached around the curve of Nessa's ass and…

"Princess Yue… Please don't spread me so wide." Nessa whimpered helplessly, "It's embarrassing."

Her delicate, pink slit stretched open into a delicate, pink flower. Clear nectar leaked from her quivering girl hole, running down her open slit and hung from her throbbing little nub. Nessa's maidenhead, the proof her virginity, trembled as the warm air touched it.

"Princess Yue…" Nessa murmured in an embarrassed, half-hearted protest.

With a gentle shush, Yue calmed her, her fingers gently guiding my cock towards Nessa's dripping pink slit as her voice lowered to a purr, "Do you feel this?"

Her hand hand lovingly stroking me as she dragged the tip up and down Nessa's virgin pussy lips, and traced the engorged head of my cock across various parts of Nessa's womanhood. Immediately, her lithe mocha body tensed at the contact, muscles tensing under that smooth dark skin. I could almost feel her heart pounding through her soft, virgin folds as she twitched against my cock. And when my cock grazed her clit, Nessa let out a soft cry. "O-ooh S-Spirits~"

"She's ready. Come in, the water's nice and warm." Yue winked at me again, leaning in to give my shaft a good luck kiss before she gave us space, leaving to whisper into the other Moonflower Warriors' ears whatever severely inappropriate words Suki had taught her. And whether it was her own intuition or another one of Suki's lessons, Yue was proven right.

Nessa glanced over her mocha-coloured shoulder. A smouldering, desperate look in her blue eyes as she- without Yue whispering anything into her ear- begged to me. "Please…" Her soft voice quavered. "I- I want you to… to put it in me now."

Staring at the naked, slender back of this dark-skinned girl as she waited on my white fur carpet, ready and on all fours, with her virgin pussy trembling wetly on the tip of my cock… It was hard to deny her request; and fortunately for the both of us, I had no reason to. She whimpered softly as my large hands gripped her waist, and…

I pushed forward, driving my cock into her tight, virgin slit.

A gasp of surprise and discomfort escaped her lips as the head of my cock broke through her fragile virginity, but it was only for a moment. Her fingers gripping the white fur carpet tight, and her bare, slender back visibly shivered. "Oh… oh Spirits! It feels so… big." Nessa's voice was a throaty moan. The pleasure apparently drowning out whatever discomfort she felt from losing her virginity.

"It does feel nice when he stretches you out, doesn't it?" Yue hummed, smiling knowingly.

"Yessss~" The Water Tribe Warrior's words trailed off into another moan, pairing it with an experimental clenching of her pussy around my shaft. "It's so… it's feeling so weird, but… but good."

It felt just as good being the one to deflower it too.

On the other side of her maidenhead was a narrow tunnel of soft, inner walls tightening around me. Pristine and untouched as if it had reserved exclusively for me. Of course, I gave her the gentlemanly courtesy of letting her freshly-deflowered pussy grow accustomed to my cock; but apparently, her own body was getting impatient. Velvety folds were already gripping around my shaft insistently, growing wetter and hotter every second I spent in this virgin hole not moving. And every tiny movement- every sway and every twitch- made those secret, feminine walls brush tightly around my shaft- earning a little gasp of breath from this sexy, brown-skinned local girl.

"I'm going to move now." I said, my hands gripping her waist.

"N-Not yet please, I need a few more- Ooooh spirits!" Nessa interrupted herself with a rolling moan of pure sex as I helped myself to the madly trembling pussy that encased my cock.

I eased myself deeper with each stroke. In and out of this pink slit in the centre of toned, bent-over thighs. Her sweet, clear nectar practically leaked from every fold inside her, leaking out every backstroke and practically squelched in delight every time I pushed in. Water Tribe pussy was always so wet, as if it doing everything in its power to make sure you sink all the way inside as easily and smoothly as possible. Until finally… My hips made contact with her ass, smooth and firm as chocolate-covered peach. I had hilted myself in her hot depths- digging my cock against the sensitive bottom of this tight, little pussy.

Apparently, that was enough to drive this lithe virgin over the edge.

"C-cumminngggg~!" Nessa half-moaned and half-declared, losing strength in her arms as she came; and her upper half collapsed to the fur carpet. Her toned, chocolate ass raised in the air and pushing herself deeper down my shaft, her pleasured face pressed against the soft white furs as she moaned and drooled her mind-blowing finish, and her silky insides clenched and milked wildly around my shaft. It was as if her body just knew where I should be depositing my load: Into her pristine baby room.

As I was still far from my own finish, and I decided to be a gentleman and keep thrusting. pushing just an inch deeper into her- filling up this incredibly tight pussy that had never known the touch of a man until now and prolonging her orgasm. The muffled moans which came from where she pressed her face on the rug sounded appreciative in my ears. Each time

~ Arousal: Intensely feminine. Snowdrop and sea salt. Six sources.

The sweet, icy fragrance was accompanied by a near-silent whimper, and I was reminded that the rest of her Moonflower Warrior team was still there. Nessa's half-naked friends who could stand quietly and obediently as their team lead was face-down-ass-up on the carpet and cumming her brains out. The cloth of their white panties increasingly transparent- clinging to their delicate labia. Trembling, aching to be touched. Their dignity clearly the only thing holding them back from pleasuring themselves to the sight of their leader getting railed.

"Yue, help them relax themselves." I found myself commanding her just as easily as I did with Suki.

"Of course…" The snowy-haired princess purred before draping her shapely body close to one of the girls. And with pink lips, she whispered whatever lewd words she had been taught, right into the other girl's ears.

Meanwhile, I raised a hand slightly and slapped it across Nessa's smooth chocolate ass cheek, making it ripple like the disturbed surface of a coffee. Her uncharacteristically cute "Eep!" of surprise accompanied the crisp sound of the slap as it echoed through the room.

"You're going to give your friends every last detail of our lovemaking" I said, as I massaged the stinging ass cheek. The soft, smooth skin ceded to my squeezing fingers- giving way to the lightly toned muscle underneath of her ass. "Everything you feel, everything you think."

"But-"

Another slap.

"Nnnn! Okay okay! I'll do it…." She hesitantly began. Her eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. "He's… he's stretching me so much… So thick as if he's gonna split my p-pussy apart, but still… Oh spirits, it's…"

I bottomed out in that silky-tight, Water Tribe pussy.

"-it's filling me up so much!" Her words were stretched into a moan as I began picking up speed, "And when he pulls back, it feels like he's going to turn me inside out out. The thick head of his- his… His amazing cock! And when he's almost all the way out.. that thrust that comes after- it feels so incredibly goo~ood!"

"So, Yue was right. You really do like it from behind." I scoffed as I wound her long, blue-streaked black hair into my fist and tugged on it.

The action made her face jerked up- showing her teammates see her fuck-drunnk face. Her panting mouth hung open, her blue eyes hooded and her brown face blushing so heavily, "I.. I don't have anything to compare it with, but I'm loving it!" she moaned to them. Words flowing smoother and more sincere, "I love being taken from behind! I love his big hard cock filling up my pussy! I love it all!"

And in the midst of Nessa's needy moans and the wet slapping of her pussy around my cock, yue's whispered encouragement having evaporated the last of five other Water Tribe girls' reservations. Their soaked white panties slid down to either around the slender ankles of their dainty feet, or stuck between thick chocolate thighs. The wet schlick of their brown fingers slipping between the pink of their virgin lips, the little of hitch of their breaths as their fingers bumped against their swollen clits, and their mixing moans of differing tones, pitches and helpless quavering.

With each curl of their fingers into their ready cunts, honey droplets fell down between their legs, like little glittering pieces of liquid crystals. Hot wet proof of the sheer want they held to be filled up the same way the girl on all fours was.

"Stretching me so much…" Nessa shouted out, and their fingers moved faster. "A-All the way there! I can almost feel his cock reaching just underneath my belly button!"

And just as Nessa called it, I finally found a comfortable rhythm of fucking this moaning hot mess of a girl with every inch of my cock.

"Spirits, yessss! He's hitting the back! A-All the way!" Nessa half-moaned and half-declared to her friends, "And when he presses the tip right against the back, it feels so good like my brain will just melt!"

Droplets of her honey were sent flying every time I slammed her shapely, mocha ass against my hips. Every time I bottomed out into her erotic hole. drinking in her helpless moans. So tight that it was like she sucking me in deeper. At the slightest movement backwards, her inner walls tightened all along my shaft as if refusing to let me leave her depths. And when those slippery folds' grip did slip, wet friction sparked up.

"Ah! Ah! It's… it's…oooh~!" Her exclamations grew more fervent, her body writhing beneath my touch. "It's so… so good… I didn't know it could feel sooo good. Deeper, please! I'm gonna cum again! Cumming!"

Gentler than Suki's aggressively milking cunt, narrower than the Yue's soaked embrace of hot loving hole. And the angle and shape of her tight cunt's soaked insides… It was as if her pussy was deliberately and exquisitely shaped for doggystyle. As if Nessa was made to be put on all fours or bent over, and fucked from behind.

"I'm getting close too." I announced.

The words didn't register to Nessa, the dark-haired Water Tribe girl still in the throes of her orgasm. Her body mindlessly and desperately trying to milk its prize from me. But her teammates? They heard me clearly. Their blue eyes practically darting to where the shaking Nessa and I were connected, the lewd action hidden from their view.

So, I did them a favour.

Lifting the slim brown-skinned girl up into a full nelson, I gave them a full view. Whereas before in the doggystyle, all her teammates could see was her moaning face and errant splatter of her pussy juice, now they had an unobstructed view of everything their team leader had. Long, brown legs raised and splayed apart…. Chocolate breasts bouncing against her upturned thighs… her ever-soaked, Water Tribe pussy splattering nectar across the space between us… And of course, their leader's virgin pussy stuffed full and stretched out around every inch of my cock as I approached the end of my rope.

"I'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to take it all, Nessa."

"Spirits, I'm gonna break! My pussy's gonna break! I- I don't think there's gonna be space in me!"

"Good." came my growl.

The other Water Tribe girls watching shivered as they openly masturbated faster, squeezing and rubbing their dark-toned thighs together. Their eyes looked intently where my shaft was plundering Nessa's pussy for all its worth. Until finally…

I battered down the door to Nessa's pristine womb and stained the interior white with my semen. Thudding against the fertile surface and coating it thickly with white. Unfortunately, this position was still awkward for me, and I wasn't able to stuff every drop into her womb. Some of it leaking out instead, much to the half-mortified viewing pleasure of the other girls who blushed furiously enough that it tinged their brown skin. They all stared, mouths agape, as the mixture of Nessa's honey and my semen dripped from her freshly deflowered and thoroughly used girl hole. And they did nothing as I let the insensate, panting mess of a girl slip down to the warm fur rug.

"Ladies, I'm still hard." I said in a matter-of-fact tone that conveyed that it was going to be their problem, very soon.

The Water Tribe girls looked down at at their whimpering team-lead who was leaking cum, then up to my still-hard cock. Their expressions looked horrified, and yet… the schlick of their fingers running across their virgin slits quickened in tempo.

"… just five more to go." Yue hummed.

"Six." I aimed a leer at her. I was all fired up now, and I wasn't going to stop here. I think Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors spoiled me with their constant sex.

"Mmm~" The snowy-haired princess chewed on her pink bottom lip for a moment. Her icy blue eyes following a drop of cum as it trailed down my shaft. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips, aiming a saucy little smile at me, "Well, I'm in no position to deny my big, strong Fire Nation captor, am I?"

Her slender fingers gripped her long, floor-length parka-dress; and she hiked it up, bit by bit, exposing her thicc, mocha-coloured legs until her delicate princess slit came into view. Already dripping.

"Don't be gentle with us, please?"

And just beside the battlefield where I broke the Water Tribe's army, I claimed their women for my own. Repeatedly.

For tiring them out with amazing sex…

[Nessa & the Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Reputation: 19 - 41

[Nessa & the Radiant Moonflower Warrior-Sisters]Obedience: 43 - 65