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His breath caught, eyes widening as the words sank in. For a moment, he was silent, processing, and you watched the emotions flicker across his face—surprise, tenderness, and then, slowly, a deepening hunger. "You'd do that? For me? My sweet one, that's… that's everything. But are you sure? It's a big commitment. Our lives, our family…"

"I'm sure," you whispered, your hand sliding to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through the short bristles of his hair. "I've never been more sure. I want this. I want you—to fill me, to claim me, to make me yours in the most primal way. No holding back. Just us, building a future."

Aang's resolve seemed to melt away with your words. He closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that started gentle, exploratory—a brush of mouths, a shared breath. But as you responded, parting your lips to invite him deeper, it shifted. His tongue swept against yours, tasting of mint tea and quiet longing, and his free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, angling you closer.

You sighed into the kiss, your body relaxing against him as the tension of the day ebbed. Minutes passed like that, lost in the slow dance of lips and breaths, his fingers now tracing the line of your jaw, your collarbone. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing a little harder.

"You're incredible," he murmured, voice husky with emotion. "So strong, so devoted. I don't deserve you, but I'll spend every day trying to." He kissed you again, softer this time, nipping lightly at your bottom lip—a tease that sent a shiver down your spine.

Emboldened, you shifted, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you as you rocked gently against him, feeling the growing hardness beneath his robes. "You deserve the world, Aang. And I'll give you this—my body, my future. Let me show you how much I want to carry your child."

His eyes darkened, pupils dilating with desire. "Darling… keep talking like that, and I won't be able to hold back." He trailed kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive skin of your neck, where he paused to suckle lightly, not yet marking but promising more. You tilted your head, granting him access, and a soft moan escaped you as his teeth grazed your pulse point.

The room grew warmer, the lamp's flame dancing shadows across the walls etched with ancient Air Nomad murals—scenes of gliders soaring free, families in joyful circles. It felt fitting, this sacred space becoming the birthplace of renewal. Your hands roamed under his robes, pushing the fabric aside to explore the lean muscles of his chest, fingertips following the arrows that mapped his heritage.

Aang hummed in approval, his own hands working at the ties of your inner tunic. "So beautiful," he praised, voice low and reverent as he peeled the cloth away, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His gaze lingered, appreciative, before he leaned in to kiss the valley between them. "Every inch of you is perfect. Made for this—for us."

You arched into his touch, nipples hardening under his breath. "Aang… touch me. Please." He obliged, cupping one breast in his palm, thumb circling the peak until you gasped. Then his mouth followed, lips closing around the bud, tongue laving it with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was electric, pleasure pooling low in your belly as he sucked gently, then grazed his teeth over it—just a hint of bite that made your core clench.

"That's it, my love," he whispered against your skin, switching to the other side. "Let me worship you. You've given me hope tonight. I want to make you feel how grateful I am." His words wove through the haze of arousal, grounding you even as they stoked the fire.

Your hips ground down instinctively, seeking friction against the bulge in his pants. He groaned, the vibration rumbling through your chest, and his hands tightened on your waist, guiding your movements. But he was patient, drawing it out—kisses trailing lower, across your ribs, your stomach, as he eased you back onto the bed.

Lying there, half-undressed, you watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as he knelt between your legs. He tugged at your pants, sliding them down with your undergarments, leaving you bare and exposed. The air kissed your heated skin, and you felt a flush creep up your neck under his intense stare.

"Gods, look at you," Aang breathed, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, inching closer but not quite touching where you ached most. "So ready for me already. Wet and waiting. This is all for repopulating our people, isn't it? For taking my seed and growing our family."

The breeding talk sent a thrill through you, your thighs parting wider in invitation. "Yes… all for you. I want it so badly, Aang. Want you to fill me up."

He smiled, that boyish grin mixed with raw need, and lowered his head. His breath ghosted over your folds first, teasing, before his tongue flicked out to taste you. You cried out, hips bucking as he licked a slow stripe up your slit, savoring your essence. "Delicious," he murmured, voice muffled. "My perfect girl. Taste how sweet you are—made for breeding."

He delved deeper, tongue circling your clit with expert precision, then dipping inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. Your hands fisted the sheets, moans filling the chamber as pleasure built layer by layer. One hand came up to knead your breast, pinching the nipple, while the other held your hip steady.

"Aang… oh, please," you gasped, the coil tightening. He hummed in response, the sound vibrating against you, and sucked your clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to edge you closer.

But he pulled back before you tipped over, leaving you panting and desperate. "Not yet, sweetheart," he said, rising to shed his own clothes. His cock stood proud, thick and veined, tip already leaking. You reached for him, but he caught your wrist, kissing the inside gently. "I want to be inside you when you come the first time. Bare, deep, where it counts."

He positioned himself, rubbing the head along your entrance, coating himself in your slickness. The anticipation was torture, delicious and drawn-out. "Breathe with me, love," he instructed, locking eyes with you. "Feel me pushing in—slow, so you can savor every inch. This is us, joining to create life. Your body's welcoming me home."

You nodded, inhaling deeply as he pressed forward. The stretch was exquisite, your walls yielding to his girth, inch by inch until he was seated fully, balls against your ass. He stilled, forehead to yours, both of you adjusting to the intimacy. "So tight, darling. Gripping me like you never want to let go. Good girl—taking your Avatar so well."

His praise washed over you, and you clenched around him experimentally, drawing a hiss from his lips. Then he began to move, shallow thrusts at first, building a rhythm that had you both moaning. His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping lightly around your throat—not restricting, just a firm reminder of his control, his thumb stroking your pulse.

"That's it," he encouraged, pace quickening. "Ride this with me. Imagine it—my cum flooding you, taking root. Your belly rounding with our child, breasts heavy. You'll be so radiant, my pregnant love."

The words, the pressure on your throat, the drag of his cock against your depths—it all converged. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper, nails digging into his shoulders. He bit down on your collarbone, a sharp sting that bloomed into heat, marking you as his.

"Come for me, princess," he growled, thrusts turning forceful, the bed creaking beneath you. "Milk my cock—show me you're ready for my seed."

Your release hit like a gust of wind, crashing through you, walls pulsing around him as you cried his name. He followed moments later, slamming home one last time, spilling hot and deep inside you. Rope after rope of cum filled your womb, his body shuddering with the force of it.

"Yes—take it all," he panted, hand easing from your throat to tangle in your hair. "Creampie for my future mother of Airbenders. We're starting our legacy tonight."

He stayed buried in you as you both came down, kissing you lazily, tenderly. The temple's winds seemed to sigh in approval outside, carrying the promise of new beginnings.

"I love you," Aang whispered, nuzzling your neck. "Thank you—for this, for everything."

You smiled, holding him close, the warmth of his release a tangible vow inside you. The Air Nomads would rise again, born of this love, this night.

Edwin’s attacker stamps down on his wrist and Edwin hisses in pain through his teeth, the string falling from numb fingers. As the man draws back his leg to deliver another kick, this one to his face, Edwin flinches back, throwing up one arm to block his face. There’s a scream trapped behind his teeth that he won’t let loose; it won’t do him any good. He won’t die begging and screaming again.