The Second Avatar

Chapter 5: His Name is Rakama[R-18]

Seeing Nara nervous, Yogan halted his movement. He waited for a few moments, and slowly pushed the tip of his rod into her cave.

"Ahh!" Nara bit her lips from the slight pain, tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. She could very clearly feel her folds slowly being torn apart by Yogan's thick dick. He was bigger and harder then ever before.

Yogan halted his movement and after a few moments. He slowly started making his movement again after a few moments.

"Ahh... mmm... It's big... bigger than the other night. It hurts but it feels good too!" She moaned and cried at the same time.

Next moment, Yogan's slender arms gently embraced her, and he closed his eyes as his mouth slowly reached for her soft lips.

Seeing this Nara didn't resist his kiss and also closed her own eyes immediately. The two's lips gently connected while Yogan was massaging her boobs for making her feel more comfortable and trying to ease her pain, Nara's body trembled upon contact when his naked body touched her body, as he was laying top of her while massaging her boobs.

"Mmm... ahh... mmm"

Yogan took a moment, a bit later, he invaded his tongue inside her mouth and, she felt a slippery object invaded her mouth.

"umm… aahh…" she passionately responded to his kiss. meanwhile, she could feel a tingling sensation in-between her legs and Yogan noticed this. Her bottom lips are squeezing his thick bulging rod, his dick was still inside her vagina.

And the next moment Yogan started making moves from his hips, he fastened his pace. The moment he started thrusting his stiff rod inside her wet cave she started making noises.

"Ahhhh!" Nara released a powerful moan the moment she felt something soft yet hard went deep inside in her vagina. Which made her body trembled violently, feeling as though there was electricity running through her body.

Yogan fastened his hip movement more seeing that her discomfort was completely gone, And his little dragon became more violent every time he thrust deep inside her cave.

"Mmm~ Ahhhhh~" Nara's erotic moaning sound-making Yogan go mad, he was thrusting into her cave very like an animal.

"More… give me more. Yogan harder... Go deeper!" Nara suddenly grabbed Yogan by his waist and pulled him towards her, his dick reaching the deeper part of her cave now. She shamelessly pleaded for more.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Nara could no longer feel pain – only extreme pleasure made her mind quickly became empty, and soon enough, the only thing she could think about was the burning sensation in her vagina and the profound pleasure that came with it.

The only sound that could be heard inside the room at this moment was Nara's captivating moaning and heavy breathing, the sound of smacking the water and pounding meat.

"Ahhh! Harder! I want it harder!" Nara pleaded for more as she tightly embraced Yogan's neck.

Hearing Nara's those words he began thrusting faster and faster with no signs of exhaustion even after intensive thrusting for many minutes, his dragon head fiercely hitting the end of her hole repeatedly, like a hammer pounding a wall.

Her pussy Started to squeezing more as time passed and next moment...

"I am coming — Ahhhhhhh!" Nara tilted her head backward and screamed with her tongue sticking out of her mouth, her body spazzing out of control instantly afterward, and a large amount of liquid then gushed out from her bottom.

However, Yogan did not stop his movements and continued to thrust his steel-like rod into her, as he was also close to reaching his climax from the powerful sucking force of her vagina. This only further aroused Diya's lust and increased her sensitivity, causing her to continuously release liquid without any signs of stopping anytime soon.

And a few moments later he kissed her and took out his dragon from her cave.

He felt the surge of power in his body and the next moment his little dragon started soaring again. Seeing this Nara chuckled and approached his little dragon. She gently started licking it with her tongue making his dick hard and stiff.

After few moments of savoring his thick road, She looked towards him. Seeing this he nodded his head and smiled.

"You want a second round, huh, Let's do this, we are just getting started " Yogan tightly held onto her slim waist as he lifted her into the air. Next moment his thick rod entered her cave and he began thrusting faster and faster. Nara held her hand on his shoulder while she was kissing him.

It was a sight to behold in Yogan's eyes. The way her beautiful breasts were jiggling and the sound of her butt slapping against his legs making him go harder and harder.

"Ahhh... This feels so good Yogan" She moaned as she kissed him. As they both were enjoying this season with their heart content. And next moment He whispered Something that made her blush.

Yogan's dick was throbbing inside Nara's cave, Her buttocks were moving upwards to downwards in a rhythm.

After a few moments, Later Yogan's hand reached her buttocks, And he whispered something while squeezing them.

"Nara I am about to cum. I will fill your stomach with my sperm. Will you become pregnant with my child." He whispered in her ears making her more embarrassed.

She shook her head as she felt his penis becoming more violent while Yogan was squeezing her buttocks with his hands, She felt that she was on cloud nine. Yogan smirked seeing Nara like that. She was fully immersed in the lust, which was making him go harder. He started to hasten his little brother's speed into Her pussy.

"Hah~ hah~ ahha~" she moaned as she felt his dick reaching deep site in her cave.

"Nara, it's so tight, your pussy is making me mad. I want to cum inside you!"

"Hah~ don't stop. Cum inside me. Ahh~ cum inside me~, Yogan…"

She tried to be quiet, but she felt too good from Yogan's dick rubbing deep inside of her tight hole. Her legs wrapped around his waist, while his hands were massaging her ass. He kept squeezing them every time he thrust. And he started kissing her neck. Which gave her more pleasure as she started rubbing her body against him while his dick was penetrating her tight pussy.

Feeling the way he squeezed and fucked her made her feel like she was losing her mind, but she didn't want it to end.

"Hah~ aha~ right there~ right there~"

"Yes~ yes~ yes~ please don't stop"

"Ahhhaa~ I'm going to cum~ make me cum Yogan."

Yogan's started thrusting vigorously into her tight pussy making her want to scream with every thrust.

'Oh… yes"

He couldn't control his waist. Her hot cave was so tight it was gripping his little brother as he rubbed quickly inside of her. It felt so good he felt like he was going to cum. He tightened his grip around her ass.

Yogan was at his limit as he sightly pulled away m his penis and thrust it again. This time it was deeper than before. He didn't stop as he started thrusting faster and deeper inside her cave.

"Ahhh~~" Nara moaned, she was also at her limit seeing this he finally shot his white milk inside her bomb.

Their bodies pressed tightly together as they both jerked from their climax. With each jerk, Yogan released another load of cum into her tight hot pussy. Which was making Nara moan. He filled her cave with his sperm.

"Let's take a break," He said Looking behind him, she was sitting behind him with her bare breasts. He was a bit nervous about her getting pregnant. He wasn't just ready to be a father. "So about cumming inside?"

She looked up at him as her hands reached for pussy to catch the cum dripping out of her pussy.

"Don't worry about it," she flashed him a smile. "I won't get pregnant."

***

The morning sun spilled gently through the thin fabric of the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the modest room. Yogan stirred beneath the covers, his arm draped over Nara's slender form. Her breathing was slow and steady, her face serene as her silver hair fell in gentle waves over the pillow. The air carried a faint chill, remnants of the night's breeze that had seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls.

Yogan opened his eyes, blinking against the brightness of the room. A soft smile curved his lips as he gazed at Nara, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the fiery passion they had shared the night before. He leaned down, brushing his lips gently against her temple before untangling himself from the warm cocoon of their shared bed.

The wooden floor creaked softly beneath his feet as he stood, the cool air biting against his bare skin. Stretching, he pulled his arms over his head, the muscles in his back flexing with the movement. His airbender attire lay neatly folded on a nearby chair—a set of soft, loose robes in muted shades of saffron and russet, with darker accents around the edges. He reached for the garments, taking his time to don them with practiced care, smoothing out the fabric as he fastened the sash securely around his waist.

He turned to glance at Nara, who had begun to stir, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him, her voice still laced with sleep. "Leaving me already, my love?"

"I'm headed downstairs to fetch some breakfast," Yogan replied, his tone warm and teasing. "You know, to keep up my strength for the day ahead. Someone warned me I'd need it."

Her laugh was soft but carried a teasing edge. "Just because you're my man now doesn't mean I'll go easy on you during training. If anything, I'll make you work harder."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her briefly. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs in the tavern."

She nodded, stretching lazily beneath the covers. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Try not to let Jian Lu talk your ear off before I get there."

Chuckling, Yogan made his way to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hallway. His bare feet padded softly against the wooden planks as he descended the creaking staircase, the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering porridge wafting up to greet him.

The tavern was quiet, the usual rowdiness of the night before replaced by a peaceful stillness. Behind the counter sat Jian Lu, the innkeeper, a portly man with a jovial demeanor and a sharp wit. He looked up as Yogan entered, a broad grin spreading across his face.

"Ah, there he is," Jian Lu said, his voice carrying the rich timbre of a storyteller. "Didn't think you'd be up this early after the, ah… vigorous night you had."

Yogan paused, raising an eyebrow as a faint flush colored his cheeks. "Good morning to you too, Jian Lu. I see subtlety isn't your strong suit."

Jian Lu chuckled, leaning forward on the counter. "Subtlety's overrated. The walls aren't exactly thick, lad. The way she was screaming your name, I half expected the spirits themselves to come knocking."

Yogan shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Well, at least you're entertained."

"More than entertained," Jian Lu said with a laugh. "Breakfast for two, I take it?"

"She'll be down shortly," Yogan replied, taking a seat at one of the empty tables. "Just something simple to start the day."

"It'll be with you soon," Jian Lu promised, disappearing into the kitchen with a jaunty wave.

Yogan sat back, taking in the quiet atmosphere of the room. His eyes fell on a pair of young boys seated near the corner—twins, no older than ten, with matching mischievous grins and wide, curious eyes. One of them nudged the other before standing and making his way over to Yogan's table.

"Excuse me, sir," the boy began, his tone both shy and eager. "My brother said you're an airbender. Is that true?"

Yogan glanced down at his attire, the colors and style unmistakably Air Nomad. He smiled, inclining his head. "I am."

The boy's eyes widened in awe, his mouth falling open before he turned to his twin. "He really is!" He turned back to Yogan, his excitement bubbling over. "Does that mean you can send things flying with your mind?"

Yogan chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite. Airbending is about using the energy of the world around you, not your mind. But I can send things flying with my hands, if that's what you mean."

The second twin joined them, his face lit with excitement. "Can you show us? Can you fly? Do you make tornadoes? How far can you jump? Can you blow down a tree?"

The questions came in rapid succession, each one more enthusiastic than the last. Yogan answered them as best as he could, explaining the principles of airbending in terms the boys could understand. He spoke of gliders and air currents, of balance and focus, his words drawing the twins deeper into his world.

As they chattered, an elderly man approached the table, carrying a tray with two steaming bowls of porridge and a plate of freshly baked bread. Yogan looked up, recognizing the man instantly. It was the same elder who had brought him lunch the day before—the one who had spoken those cryptic words that still lingered in his mind.

"Your breakfast," the old man said, his voice low and gravelly. He set the tray down, his eyes meeting Yogan's with a knowing look. "Enjoy it while it's warm."

"Thank you," Yogan replied, his tone cautious. As the man turned to leave, Yogan called after him. "Wait. Who are you?"

The man paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Rakama. Just an old wanderer from the south."

With that, he walked away, leaving Yogan to watch him with a mixture of curiosity and unease. He turned to the twins. "Do you know him?"

The boys shrugged. "That's Old Man Rakama," one said. "He works for our father. Doesn't talk much about himself, though."

"Father says he's from some southern tribe," the other added. "But no one really knows where."

Yogan nodded slowly, his mind turning over the implications. As he ate his meal, the twins continued their barrage of questions, their youthful energy a welcome distraction from the enigmatic presence of Rakama.

Time drifted by in the quiet tavern as Yogan remained seated at the corner table, the lively chatter of the twins his only company. They alternated between asking questions about airbending and spinning wild tales of their own imaginations—about great storms that could level forests or airbenders who could ride the clouds like flying beasts. Yogan humored them with patient answers, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though his gaze frequently darted toward the staircase.

The twins' endless energy was charming at first, but as the minutes ticked into half an hour, Yogan began to feel the prickling sting of annoyance creeping in. His food was long finished, the empty bowls pushed aside, yet Nara was still nowhere to be seen.

One of the boys tugged on his sleeve, mid-rant about how he'd use airbending to win every village race. "Don't you think that'd be the fastest way to travel?"

"Perhaps," Yogan muttered absently, his attention fixed on the staircase. His fingers drummed impatiently on the table, the sound barely audible over the twins' chattering.

"Where could she be?" he murmured under his breath. He'd expected her to join him shortly, as she had promised. Nara wasn't the type to tarry without reason. A flicker of concern replaced his irritation, and with a long sigh, Yogan rose from his seat.

The twins looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Are you leaving, mister?"

"I need to check on someone," Yogan said, his tone a little sharper than intended. He offered the boys a faint smile to soften the edge. "Stay out of trouble, will you?"

"Yes, sir!" they chorused, their voices bright and cheerful as they returned to their whispered schemes.

Yogan crossed the tavern, his footsteps measured but quick, and ascended the creaking staircase. The hallway above was quiet, sunlight streaming through the small windows and casting patterns on the wooden floor. He reached the door to their room and pushed it open, expecting to see Nara still preparing for the day.

The room was empty.

He stepped inside, his brows furrowing as his gaze swept across the space. The bed, still rumpled from their shared sleep, was untouched since he had left. Her clothes were gone, her side of the room oddly bare. His heart gave a small lurch as he turned in place, searching for some clue, some sign of where she might have gone.

"Nara?" he called softly, the sound falling flat against the quiet walls.

Crossing to the window, Yogan peered outside, his sharp eyes scanning the inn's courtyard below. There was no sign of her amidst the handful of villagers going about their morning routines. He turned away, his hands resting on his hips as confusion gave way to unease.

Where could she have gone? She had said she'd be down in a few minutes—there had been no mention of leaving or tending to other matters. Nara was meticulous, always forthcoming about her plans. For her to vanish without a word was entirely unlike her.

He glanced toward the washbasin near the far wall. The cloth she used to freshen up in the mornings was still damp, draped neatly over the side. His gaze flickered to the chair where her airbender robes were usually folded—empty. A pang of uncertainty tightened his chest as he moved to the door again, leaning out into the hallway.

"Nara?" he called again, louder this time, his voice carrying down the corridor. There was no response, only the faint creak of the inn settling in the morning breeze.

He ran a hand through his hair, tension mounting in his shoulders.

'Think, Yogan, think.'

She couldn't have gone far. Not without her staff or the pouch she carried for coin and trinkets—both of which remained untouched on the small table near the bed.

For a fleeting moment, his mind wandered to the memory of the cryptic old man, Rakama, and the strange unease the elder's presence always seemed to inspire.

'Did she…? No, that's absurd.'

He shook the thought from his mind. Nara was leagues and leagues stronger than he was—both in bending and in sheer resilience. If something had happened, she would have handled it with ease, and more likely than not, left behind a trail of defeated foes in her wake. That much, at least, was acceptable.

Still, unease lingered at the edges of his mind. Had she gone to speak with someone? Was she testing him, seeing how long it would take for him to come looking? A flicker of irritation returned at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time she had toyed with his patience under the guise of training.

"Nara, if this is some test," he muttered under his breath, "it's a poor way to start the day."

Still, the uncertainty lingered, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. Yogan took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. '

I'll check with Jian Lu. If she left the inn, he would have seen her.'

 With a final glance around the empty room, he turned and stepped back into the hallway, his movements swift and purposeful as he descended the stairs once more.

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