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Hakoda had been thrilled to reunite with his children and discover that they were both safe, and even more, that they were both helping the Avatar stop this endless war. He saddened him that the fate of the world rested upon children’s shoulders, but he couldn’t deny the swell of pride he felt towards them.
The reunion with Sokka was everything that he had hoped it would be. His son had grown a couple of inches since he had last seen him and was starting to shape into a warrior and a man. It had made his father a bit sad to see how much he has grown and changed since Hakoda was last on the ice.
Nevertheless, they embraced each other and Hakoda spent many hours that night listening to Sokka prattle on and on about his adventures and the things that he has seen traveling the world. He was also not surprised to notice that Sokka’s appetite had not changed one bit since they last parted, with his son devouring nearly everything in front of him with much enthusiasm. Some things never change.
But others do.
His reunion with his daughter had not nearly been as welcoming. She shrugged off his hug and has been icy towards him the entire time, keeping her distance and only giving him curt, half-hearted replies whenever he tried to speak with her.
Sokka had whispered to him that he thought that she was upset with him for disappearing for years. And Hakoda had felt bad about leaving his family for so long, but he was still in such a state of grief about Kya and believed that he was doing what was best for his kids. But maybe he thought wrong.
They had docked their ship along a deserted coastline along the Earth Kingdom for the night. After dinner was served and plates cleared, Hakoda had grabbed Katara’s arm, whisking her away from the rest of the group so that he could apologize.
They were walking along the coast, her keeping a gap between them, crossing her arms and remaining guarded and defensive.
“How have you been?” He cautiously asked, hating the furrow of her eyebrows slight scowl that formed on her face.
“Fine,” she muttered to the ground, still not looking at him.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I know it’s been a rough year.”
She didn’t respond and just kept marching forward, determined to avoid him.
Hakoda frowned. “Katara?”
“It’s not like you’ve been around to know what kind of year I’ve had,” she finally snapped, whirling to look over at him. Her face was furious, defiant, but Hakoda saw the flash of hurt in her eyes and completely crumbled.
“I am so sorry I hurt you. I thought that I was doing the right thing,” he plead.
“By abandoning your family?” The angry mask on her face dissolved into sadness and Hakoda’s fatherly instinct took over, gathering her into his arms, as his hands traced soothing circles along her back.
He felt his tunic dampen with her tears and felt like a monster. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again into her hair until she eventually stopped trembling. Katara pulled away, her eyes puffy and sad. Hakoda stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that you were so hurt. I only ever left to protect you and Sokka.”
“I know, dad,” she finally mumbled, still seeming dejected. “I understand why you did it. It was just hard, being alone like that for so long.”
“I understand, sweetheart. Hopefully with Aang returning, this entire war will soon be put behind us and we can all find some peace.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she eventually replied back. “But I missed you.”
“I missed you too, so much. More than you ever could know. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about the two of you.”
“Really?” She looked up at him, so innocent and beautiful in the evening glow that he couldn’t help pulling her back into his embrace.
“Of course. I love you, don’t forget that.”
She nuzzled into him and he thought that he heard her whisper back that she loved him too.
Eventually, they continued walking, and although he was forgiven, things were still awkward around them. They were making small talk and it wasn’t like it was with Sokka or even Aang. Katara kept looking at him questioningly, like she was afraid he was going to bolt away from her at any given moment.
When they came towards the edge of the beach and Hakoda looked towards her conspiratorially. “I have an idea, if you don’t mind,” he began, slightly nervous.
She cocked her head at him, curious.
“How about we go swimming in the water for a bit like we used to when you were younger?” He asked, eying the calm shore and gently rumbling waves next to them.
Katara bit her lips. “Don’t you think it will be a bit cold?”
“For two Southern Water Tribe members? Not at all!”
She glanced back towards the ocean and then shrugged, stripping off her own tunic and leggings until she was down to just her wrappings.
Hakoda suddenly froze, now keenly aware that his little girl had grown since he last saw her. Katara’s wrappings curved around the breasts that she had developed and the swell of her ass. He felt guilty ogling her like that as she ran into the ocean, her body being swallowed by the waves.
She was his own flesh and blood, his sweet, wonderful girl who he has known since an infant. But she looks so much like her mother, and it has been so long since Hakoda had been with anyone, not since his crew’s last trips to the brothels in Omashu.
And Katara… Well, he has always thought that she was beautiful, but the rest of his body now seemed to think so too. This was a bad idea.
“Are you coming, dad?” She called out from the sea, swirling some water around her.
He swallowed, and then shrugged off his own clothes, praying that the water was cold enough to stop these sick thoughts from spreading.
As he waded out towards her, he felt his mouth go dry. The water had soaked through her wrappings and he could see nearly everything. Her little nipples were budding through the fabric, driving him mad.
She had just turned fourteen not too long ago.
She was his daughter.
Oblivious to her father’s struggles, Katara continued to make little shapes and patterns with her bending, tantalizingly twisting her hips and making everything bounce as she did so.
It was as if she were bloodbending him, entrancing him as the sunset began to fade away into nighttime.
He caught sight of the necklace dangling from her neck, her mother’s necklace, and felt so ashamed of himself, but not ashamed enough to not trail his eyes back down her body.
Despite her blossoming into a woman, Katara was still so tiny. His cock twitched under the water as he continued to stare. No matter how much he tried to tamper down his twisted desires, he couldn’t deny how badly he now wanted her after seeing how much she has changed.
He finally got close enough to her in the water, and Katara splashed him a bit, teasing. He half-heartedly splashed her back, wondering how obvious his staring had been.
Ripping his greedy eyes away from her chest, he finally looked up to her face. Katara had stopped frolicking around, now content to watch the moon grace over the horizon. She looked so youthful and sweet right then.
Hakoda was disgusting for perving on her earlier and will burn in the spirit world for it.
“So how is being a teenager treating you?” Hakoda rasped, trying to will himself to not glance back down to her little body, now floating peacefully in the water next to him.
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old,” she shrugged, sending him a small smile.
“Really? Nothing is different? No new skills,” he said, imitating her waterbending moves, “or boyfriends?”
Katara balked at him, her face turning a pretty pink shade, and asking her about boys was definitely another horrible idea that he had this evening. “N-no!” She protested, rising from the water with her hands on her hips.
Was she this unaware of what she was doing to him?
Or was he truly this much of a creep?
Hakoda turned away. “Just asking! I am biased, but you’re a great girl. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks dad,” she responded, blushing once again at the compliment.
He sat there, watching her quietly swirl around him while he tried and failed to tamper down his growing erection. Every once and a while she would dart down into the ocean, and he would get a generous glance of her ass when doing so.
“Is everything alright?” She had asked him after some time had passed. “You’re normally a lot more playful when we go swimming,”
“Everything is fine, sweetheart. Thanks for checking. I just, uh, am happy to enjoy your company for a bit. That’s all.”
She practically glowed when smiled at him. Katara then began to shuffle back towards him, and oh no.
Completely oblivious to what she was putting him through, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Her breasts were pressed flushed against his bare chest and her legs snaked around him, content to let him hold her as they drifted a bit.
Hakoda went rigid. Trying to adjust her so that she would not brush up against his cock. His hand dipped low on her back to grip her, accidentally grazing her bottom wrappings and he cursed under his breath.
Katara pulled slightly back. “Are you sure that you’re okay, dad?”
He was such a monster. She was so kind and loving and all he could think about was her toned little body in his arms.
“Are you sure, because you’re acting so—oh.” She had wiggled around until she bumped into his very interested cock, and Hakoda dropped her as if he had been burned.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, fleeing the water as fast as he could. “I’m—You’re my baby girl. It’s sick.”
He had reached the shore, but Katara was right on his heels.
Much to Hakoda’s shock, his daughter appeared surprised, but not shaken or disturbed as he would expect her to behave.
“Katara?”
He was absolutely humiliated and remorseful, but he still found himself tracing her little nipples through the dampened wrappings. Abruptly, Hakoda looked away, resigned to dress quickly in shame and never speak to her again.
But before he could do just that, Katara stopped him with a delicate hand on his wrist. “It’s okay, dad,” she said.
“No, it’s not. You’re my daughter!”
Katara chewed on her bottom lip, expression unreadable. “No, dad, it really is.” And then, “Can I… can I see it?” She flushed as she asked the question.
“What? No! I—”
Stunning him once again, Katara simply locked eyes with him and with a flick of her wrist dried herself off, before slowly peeling away her bindings, each layer revealing more and more of her pert body and smooth mocha skin to him.
Her breasts were on the smaller side, but still perky and round, and absolutely taunting him as they bounced while she shed her bottom wrappings until she was completely bare before him.
He couldn’t help but notice the dark patch of hair that now graced her between her legs, and he swallowed hard, his cock painfully throbbing. He hasn’t wanted someone this desperately since Kya.
Katara brushed over her breasts teasingly, giving them a little squeeze and gasping.
“Do you like what you see, daddy?” she said asked with pink cheeks and fluttering eyelashes.
“Yes,” he finally choked out. “But Katara, you’re my daughter—”
She shook her head, hushing him, and asked once again, “can I please see?”
Hakoda was powerless to her when she undid his trousers and exposed his cock, hard and glistening.
His daughter licked her lips, giving him a light stroke and experimenting with the weight in her hand.
“We really shouldn’t,” he grunted out as she settled into a rhythm.
“We don’t have to,” she began, “but, dad, I spent so long thinking that you didn’t want me, and now I see that that isn’t the case at all.” She gave him another tug.
She stopped her stroking, glancing back up towards him, with such a loving, gentle expression on her face. That was what did him in.
“But—But you’re my daughter,” she stammered. This couldn’t be real.
“That’s true,” she agreed, reaching down to cup his balls, “but I think that makes it even more special. It’s like my body was made for your cock. I love you, daddy, please let me help you feel good like mom used to do.”
Finally, Hakoda’s control snapped. He bent to his knees, giving into temptation. He took her perky, teenaged breasts into his hands, the weight of them feeling absolutely intoxicating. “My baby girl,” he cooed, rolling a nipple between his thumb as Katara thread her fingers through his hair. “You are so beautiful and perfect. I love you so, so much.”
He took a breast into his mouth, as Katara went wild above him. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes, daddy, it does! So good. Please don’t stop.”
Hakoda trailed kisses down her, brushing his lips down every bit of skin he could find, chasing the little moans that escaped from his daughter’s lips.
He sucked at her collarbone, the area in between her breasts, and at the hollow of her throat, right under where her mother’s pendant lied.
And she really did look so much like Kya, but even better than that, she was Katara.
He left a kiss at her naval and then traveled downwards until he was ghosting over her inner thigh, nosing over her pelvic bone he looked up at her with questioning eyes. When Katara nodded, he slipped her leg over his shoulder, leaving her pussy exposed to him. He was delighted to know that she was already nice and wet.
He nuzzled her thighs, telling her that he loved her once more, before taking his first swipe at her entrance.
Like everything about her, the taste of her was perfect too. He licked away, every now and again flicking towards her clit. Katara let out a high-pitched whine each time, begging for more and more and more.
Hakoda was more than willing to oblige his little girl, and he slipped one finger in, and then two, pumping in and out crooking his fingers just in time with the swipe of his tongue over her sensitive little nub.
“Ah—daddy, I am so close. Please daddy, please,” she started to beg, greedily pushing his head further against her clit. He locked eyes with her from above, and she very sweetly told him once more that she loved him.
Hakoda then latched onto her nub, sucking and not letting go until she was keening above him, her thighs shaking around him as loud, breathy cries of daddy escaped from her lips.
He gave her some time to calm down, petting her through the orgasm and standing once again to cradle her in his arms.
“You were fantastic, sweetheart. I can’t believe that I made something as wonderful as you.”
He stroked some of her sweaty hair away from her face, more than content to beat himself off and then spend the rest of his life fantasizing about this glorious evening, but Katara was relentless.
She wrapped her arms around him and begged for more. “Please let me feel your cock inside of me, daddy.”
“I can’t ask that of you, baby girl,” he said as gently as possible, fearful that if he broached this with her, he would never, ever be able to take it back.
“Yes, you can, daddy. I need your cock. I was made for it. Please.” She grinded her ass against his erection and his whole body jerked, thrusting into her and all of his willpower dissolved.
“It might hurt,” he warned.
This time, it was Katara’s turn to be bashful. “No, it won’t. I’m—I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“What?” Hakoda jerked back to look her in the eye. “You just turned fourteen!”
“I know, daddy. His name was Jet and… it wasn’t a good time. He wasn’t like you.”
His heart broke for her a bit, so he kissed her forehead, and her nose, and her cheek. “He doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.”
“No, he doesn’t. But you do.” She ground against him once more and wrapped her legs securely around him.
Hakoda lined himself up against his daughter’s sopping entrance and Katara carefully lowered herself down on it, gasping at the fullness of him.
For his part, Hakoda felt as if he had entered paradise. She was so wet, and so tight, stretching around him just perfectly.
“Are you sure?” He choked out one last time, just wanting to be certain.
“I am, you feel so big in me. Please fuck your little girl raw, daddy.”
He began thrusting up into her, bouncing her up and down on his cock. The rocking motion slightly reminded him of how he had held her when she was an infant, and just look what she became.
Her nails dug scratch marks along his back as she moaned with every thrust, her little breasts were bouncing with each stroke.
Carefully as to not drop her, he moved one of his hands that were supporting her thighs back towards her clit, rubbing her as she bounced along his dick.
At one point, Katara cupped his cheeks with her little hand, her face blushing and blissed out.
“I love you baby girl,” he said reverently. “You feel like a dream come true. So beautiful and tight, I could never have anyone better than you—fuck.”
She squeezed around him, and then brought their lips together for a kiss. It was a bit messy, but at the same time so loving and tender.
That was until her tongue swiped into his mouth and it became dirty and sloppy.
He was now slamming into her fast and hard, the sound of her skin slapping against him and their moans of pleasure were the only things that could be heard. For a brief moment, he wondered if his rough fucking was hurting her, but Katara’s head rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth falling open with her little sighs.
He took the opportunity to take one of her pert nipples into his mouth again, and the next time he brushed against her clit she was clenching around him as she came once again.
The feel of her orgasm washing over his cock almost made him blow his load inside of her, so as soon as she had calmed down enough, he was quickly pulling out and setting her down on the ground with a kiss.
“What’s wrong, daddy?” Katara asked, confused. “You haven’t finished yet.”
“I know baby, I know, but I can’t come inside of you.”
“I wouldn’t mind—”
“I know you wouldn’t it, and I desperately want to, but I can’t risk getting you pregnant with the war going on.”
Katara’s frown turned contemplative, and then wicked.
Before he could do anything, she crawled over to him. “Let me help you come, daddy,” she asked so sweetly, and then her mouth swallowed around the head of his cock, her hands coming to stroke the rest of it.
Gradually, she took more and more of into her, going lax around him to coax him into a thrust.
He tentatively shoved more of himself into her wet little mouth and Katara moaned around him.
He gave one shallow thrust, and then two, and then he was gently face fucking her as she gagged on his cock, trying his best to not hurt her.
Then her blue, blue eyes met his own and he was spilling inside of her. Katara did her best to take as much of his load into her mouth as she could, eagerly lapping up everything he gave her, and swiping the bit that hit her chin with her fingers before sucking them into her mouth while staring him dead in the eye.
He was so fucking done for.
After, they lay together on the sand, still naked and watching the moon.
“We should probably go back soon,” she said in a sweet, sleepy voice.
“We should,” he hummed, “but I never want to leave here.”
She adjusted herself so that she was straddling him. “Daddy, when I was younger, I swore that I was going to marry you one day. I know with the war going on, you’re going to leave again but…”
Hakoda brought her hand to his lips. He had planned on asking Bato to wed her after the war was over, trusting no one more to take care of his baby girl, but after tonight, he didn’t think that he could ever part with her.
“When the war is over, we will wed and start a family of our own, I promise. I know it is hard, being on your own right now, but you are so brave protecting the Avatar and fighting to make the world a better place like you. I am so proud of you—your mother would be so proud.”
He thumbed away the tears that had leaked from her eyes and soon found himself nestled between her thighs once again while the moon watched on.
Maybe he was sick for loving his own daughter like this, but when she whispered daddy, I love you, once again, he knew that it was the rest of the world that was wrong.