Kanto was just some guy. Some guy that had spent the morning scrubbing the limestone tiles as his job intended. His knuckles ached and whined as he stood behind a counter. He tried not to show it.
Kanto was the owner of a hot spring. He had to be sort-of confident. Couldn't look weak and let rumours run around. That would invite bandits.
The hot spring sat tucked into a cleft of rust-colored cliffside on the eastern edge of Gaoling territory. Nearby was a small town built around massaging and water. The water quality in this whole area was magnificent. It became somewhere in between where travelers with coin and townsfolk from Gaoling with aches tended to congregate. Husbands regularly spent time here away from wives, and vice-versa.
Kanto had inherited the hot spring from his uncle three years back, and he'd done his best with it: wooden walkways polished to a honey gleam, private soaking rooms curtained, and the main spring itself, a natural pool of mineral-rich water that steamed year-round. The walls were rough-hewn stone and the ceiling opened to the sky. His mother regularly sent him cedar incense from Omashu.
Kanto was strong enough from hauling buckets and scrubbing tiles and doing every damn thing himself because he couldn't afford help. His face was honest, too honest, his uncle used to say. He showed his emotions too much.
'Wow…it's really her…'
Today, of all days, Toph Beifong had walked through his door and he couldn't hide the awe. Although frankly, could anyone?
How many years had it been since they were freed of tyranny? How many years had it been since the creator of Metal Bending spread her name?
"Hi. Hot spring, right?"
"R-right," Kanto replied. "I mean, yes, this is a hot spring."
Two decades of legends had carved away the roundness of youth, leaving behind hard-earned biceps. Very womanly, yet her arms lean with muscle. She wore a simple earth-toned bandeau that wrapped firmly around her big tits. A single steel shoulder guard sat over one shoulder, scuffed with scratches and dents that suggested it had seen more than a few battles. Thick metal cuffs circled both wrists, while matching bands hugged her forearms and upper arm. Around her waist hung a dark belt that secured a layered green overskirt, the uneven fabric split into jagged panels. Beneath it, sturdy tan trousers disappeared below the frame.
That smirk too.
"Glad to hear it," Toph said, and oh boy, his eyes flicked down to her boobs. With pride, he snapped up to her smirk. It lasted less than a millisecond. Thankfully, she didn't (and, uh, couldn't) see.
Hero she might have been, there was nothing polished or regal about Toph.
Oh, but how did he know for sure she was Toph?
The eyes. They were white, like the legends said. And her feet, as the legends further corroborated, were without sandals or shoes. Those that were well-read knew about Toph Beifong's feet, how she saw through them, how the vibrations in the earth told her more than any pair of eyes ever could.
"I, uh, Miss Beifong—" Kanto started, and immediately hated how his voice cracked.
"Toph," she corrected. "Miss Beifong makes me sound like I, I don't know, should be sitting in a stuffy room signing documents. Screw that."
Kanto blinked. "R-right. Toph. I just wanted to, uh, I mean, the whole town is talking about what you did, when you saved us."
Small-time town on the edge of Gaoling territory, they were mostly on their own, even with the increasing industrialization and connectivity of everything.
"The canyon crawler?" Toph waved a dismissive hand. "Big ugly bastard. I had to do what I had to do."
"Yeah. Yeah, thank you! Err, is it true you buried it?" Kanto said, and the words came out with more awe than he'd intended.
"Mmm." A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "It tried to dig itself out, but I just kept piling on more earth until it stopped moving." She cracked her knuckles, and they were reminiscent of stones grinding together.
"Wow…"
"Been doing this for twenty years, sweetheart. You learn a few tricks."
Kanto's mouth went dry. Sweetheart. She'd called him sweetheart. The legendary Toph Beifong, who had invented metalbending, who had traveled with the Avatar, who had personally beaten the shit out of half the Fire Nation's military leadership during the war, had just called him sweetheart.
"I, uh, well, we're grateful. The town, I mean, everyone's, er…"
Her smile was refreshing and heart-melting. "Chill out, I know I'm a hero but I'm just another ordinary extraordinary chick."
"Y-yeah. Of course." He straightened his spine. "The hot spring. You, uh, you want to use it?"
"Obviously," Toph said. "Why else would I be standing in your dusty little lobby? No offence."
"Right. Right, of course." Kanto fumbled with the ledger on the counter. "It's just, ah, the men's hour is currently underway so…"
"The men's hour?"
"We split the times. Men in the morning, women in the afternoon."
"Okay. I'm blind though, so…does it matter?"
Okay, uh. He was trying to politely tell her he couldn't do it. That this was a matter of rules and even celebrities had to follow them. "A-apologies, it's a small town and some folks are…well…traditional…?
That probably wasn't the best way to put it. Kanto was a hot spring owner though, he never said he was a lawyer or a poet. He did not have a way with words.
"Traditional," Toph repeated with a cackle. "Even though I can't see your traditional dicks?"
Kanto felt heat climb his neck. "Something like that."
"So the men are in there right now? Flopping around in the water with their wrinkly balls and everything?"
The heat reached his ears. "I, uh…"
"They're in there," Toph insisted.
"Y-yes."
Toph laughed and it filled Kanto's little lobby like thunder. "Okay. Cool."
And then she walked past him. Just…walked past him. Right through the curtain that separated the lobby from the corridor leading to the change room and the main spring. Her feet slapped and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with each step, or maybe Kanto was imagining it.
"Wait, wait, Miss Toph, t-the men…!"
"Yep," Toph called over her shoulder. "The men. I'm not waiting for them and they won't be waiting for me either. It's win-win.
Maybe he wasn't, because this was Toph fucking Beifong and the earth did what she wanted. The curtain swung shut behind her.
Kanto stood there behind his counter, mouth opening and closing like one of the koi fish in his uncle's garden pond. His hands were frozen, half-raised. He'd been about to reach out and stop her.
…which would have been the single stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life, considering who she was and what she could do to him with a flick of her wrist.
"Miss…Toph…"
He heard clothes rustling. He heard her strip.
Kanto closed his eyes.
"Shit…"
***
The main hot spring was a wide oval pool carved directly into the living rock, thirty feet across and deep enough that even the tallest man could sink to his chin if he so chose. Steam rose from the surface in lazy spirals and out into the open sky. Smooth stones lined the edges, worn glossy by years of wet feet and wetter bodies, and wooden benches sat half-submerged along the perimeter for those who wanted to soak without committing to full immersion.
The water itself was the color of pale jade, rich with dissolved minerals that left the skin feeling silky and new. On cold mornings, the steam was so thick you could barely see the person across from you. On hot afternoons, it was a gentle mist that clung to everything, beading on skin and hair and the rough-hewn walls.
Right now, at midmorning, the steam was moderate and the pool was occupied.
Seventeen men were here. These seventeen males ranged from young to old, from lean merchants to thick-armed farmers. A Water Tribe trader with dark skin and intricate blue tattoos spiraling down his shoulders lounged near the deep end, his pale eyes half-closed in relaxation. Two brothers from a Fire Nation colony sat shoulder to shoulder on one of the submerged benches, their features sharp and their skin golden-brown. A handful of Earth Kingdom locals, men who Kanto knew by name and who'd been coming here for years, were scattered around the pool's edge, some talking quietly, others simply drifting in the heat.
This was the picture perfect example of post-war peace. Of people coming together, containing and not forgetting their animosity. Never ever forgetting. But yet, still moving forward.
These men were as varied as their origins. The Water Tribe trader had a powerful swimmer's build, his four-inch flaccid cock resting against a thick thigh with no particular ambition at the moment. Dark-skinned, uncircumcised, its head hidden in a fold of foreskin, beneath it a pair of heavy testicles that hung low in the hot water. The Fire Nation brothers were both lean, one of them sporting a patch of dark hair above a circumcised penis that curved slightly to the left, maybe four inches soft, his balls drawn up tight from the heat. The other brother was longer but thinner, pale-skinned where his sibling was golden, and his cock was a silent acorn.
The Earth Kingdom men were a mixed lot. A blacksmith with arms like tree trunks and a ting penis that seemed almost an afterthought on his massive frame and his large and pendulous testicles. An elderly merchant whose gray chest hair spread like moss over a sagging belly, his penis small and circumcised, nestled in a thatch of white pubic hair. A farmhand in his twenties, sun-browned and fit, his flaccid cock surprisingly long and thin.
There were others. More body types, more skin tones, more varieties of genitalia than anyone bothered to catalog. It was a hot spring. Men got naked. Nobody made a big deal of it.
Until Toph Beifong walked in.
She'd stripped and now she strode into the steaming chamber wearing absolutely nothing. Her big tits jiggled with each confident step, nipples bright pink and peaked from the slight chill of the hallway before the spring's heat could reach them. A hand on her hip and her legs spread, her cunt was on full display.
A strong, naked woman with a strong personality.
"Hello, boys and men. Good to see you relaxing!?"
Being shy? Please. Toph announced herself proudly.
Every man in the pool went silent. The Water Tribe trader's eyes snapped open. The Fire Nation brothers froze mid-conversation. The blacksmith's jaw dropped so hard it was audible, a soft click that echoed in the sudden hush.
"Uh—" someone started.
"Who the—"
"Is that a woman—"
"Those boobs…"
"What the hell…?"
Toph walked right up to the pool's edge. Tits jiggled, jiggled, and then stopping jiggling on the last step. This…was a famous celebrity several feet away, occupying the same space as them. Her hands on her hips, steam curling around her busty body like an offering. Her white eyes should have possessed an unfocused stare, except on her it looked less like vacancy and more like she was seeing something you couldn't.
A toe touched the water. Balancing on one foot, hands on her hips, Toph seemed playful.
"Alright, good to know that the water is nice. Good mineral content. Mm, I can feel it in the stone. Real smooth on the feet."
The blacksmith found his voice first. "L-Lady, this is the men's time!"
"I know." She grinned.
"Then what the—"
"Come on, you don't recognize me? I'm Toph Beifong."
Silence again. Every man in that pool knew the name. Half of them had probably told stories about her: the Blind Bandit, the Earth Rumble champion, the woman who'd bent metal when metal wasn't supposed to bend. The farmer whose house she'd just saved was probably still weeping with gratitude somewhere in town.
"Her tits are as big as they say," muttered an Earth Kingdom man. Silently, everyone agreed. Silently, everyone checked her out.
She was busty, she was hot, but she was not at all shaped like a submissive slutty chick. There was this womanly shape that sucked in desire and male attention, and yet said, "Don't touch." She was far from being super jacked. She had a smooth, light abs on her abdomen and excellent biceps.
"I just saved your wonderful town from a canyon crawler," Toph continued, as if reading their thoughts. Which, she wasn't but given the stories of her seismic sense, there was a fear she truly was. "And I'm tired and I'm sore and I want to soak my muscles in this very nice water." She stepped down into the pool, the water swallowing her feet, her ankles, her calves. "So here's the deal. Stay in or get out. I don't give a shit either way. But I'm getting in this hot spring and nobody—" She paused, sinking deeper, the jade water rising to her thighs, her hips, her waist. "—is going to stop me."
The water reached her tits. Steam wreathed her shoulders.
Toph let out a sigh of pure pleasure and leaned back against the smooth stone edge.
"Fuck, that's good." Then she looked at a nearby penis. Right at it. "Cute."
One by one, anxiously, half the men scrambled to get out.
It was a flurry of splashing, of cupped hands over groins, of towels yanked from hooks and wrapped hastily around waists. The elderly merchant moved faster than his age should have allowed, his face burning crimson. One of the Fire Nation brothers grabbed his sibling's arm and practically dragged him toward the exit, both of them hunched forward.
Everyone kind of forgot that this was woman who couldn't fucking see. She was joking around. "Sheesh," Toph let out.
The Water Tribe trader rose from the deep end like a surfacing whale, water sheeting off. His dick bounced against his thigh loudly. He sounded like he was packing and Toph intentionally whistled. Alas, he was married and he climbed out fast.
The blacksmith was the loudest. "This is, this isn't…women's hours are in the afternoon, Lady Toph!"
"And yet here I am," Toph said, sighing dramatically. "In the morning. Wild, right?"
Mr. Blacksmith sputtered something unintelligible and left.
Within sixty seconds, the pool had lost nine of its seventeen occupants. The remaining eight were mostly younger men, Kanto noticed from his horrified position peeking through the curtain that separated the change room from the spring chamber. The remaining men were clearly trying to decide if staying was worth the social suicide.
Only one was brave enough to dare.
He was one of the locals, a man Kanto recognized: Renzo, a merchant's son with a reputation for being too handsome for his own good and too confident for anyone else's. Dark hair slicked back from the steam, sharp cheekbones, and a muscled build that he maintained via bedroom activities if rumours were to be believed. Renzo's flaccid dong was—well, it was fine. Average length, average girth, circumcised, a neat package of moderately impressive testicles beneath.
Now Remzo waded through the water toward Toph, his confidence visibly swelling now that the older, more conservative men had fled. The remaining seven watched him like he was either a hero or an idiot, probably both.
"Toph Beifong," Renzo said, and he sounded like he'd talked his way into plenty of beds. "I've heard stories about you my whole life."
"Mmm." Toph yawned, mouth wide open, and then smirked at him. "They're all true. Except the ones that aren't."
Renzo laughed. Too loud, too eager. "I'm Renzo. My father runs the trading post in town."
"Good for him."
"I just wanted to say…I respect you. A woman who knows what she wants and just takes it? That's rare. That's—"
"Are you going somewhere with this?" Toph tilted a head, unmistakably pointed at him. "Because I came here to soak, not to listen to you try to figure out how to flirt."
Renzo's confidence flickered, but he rallied. "Maybe I just wanted to get to know you. Woman like you, probably doesn't get approached much, right? Too intimidating?"
"Wrong. I get approached all the time. Most people are smarter about it than you."
That got a snort from one of the remaining men. Renzo's jaw tightened.
"Look." Renzo stood up straighter in the water, water sluicing down his abdomen. "I'm just saying. You're lonely, aren't you?"
"I'm alone, so yeah." Toph was liking this.
"Mm. She probably wants some company. And I'm offering." Renzo spread his arms, water dripping from his elbows. "I've been told I'm very good company."
Toph tilted her head. "You've been told, huh?"
"By plenty of women."
"Plenty." Toph smirked and said the word like she was tasting it and finding it wanting. "That's a lot."
"I'm a guy who knows what he's got."
"Do you." It wasn't a question.
"I do." Renzo's grin was back, shark-like. "In fact…you want to know what I've got? You can't see it, so I'll just have to tell you. Or better yet—" He stepped closer, close enough that the steam between them was the only thing remaining. "You could grab it and find out."
Kanto's stomach dropped. Woah.
Toph was quiet for a moment. The steam curled around her face, beading on her lips. Very slowly, she smiled.
"Okay."
Renzo's grin widened.
"Show me where it is," Toph said, and her voice was silk over stone. "Guide my hand. I wouldn't want to, ah, miss."
Renzo grabbed her wrist—a little too eagerly, a little too rough—and pressed her palm against his crotch. His half-hard cock twitched and thickened.
Index finger, then thumb, and middle finger. All wrapped around the humble penis. Toph squeezed. Toph measured. Renzo groaned and huffed and smiled big.
Toph's lips went flat. "Mm. Huh."
The smile fell off Renzo's face. "What?"
"I mean…" Toph squeezed again, thumb drawing a circle around the tip. He throbbed and throbbed until he was fully erect. All this cock, just for her, and she clicked her tongue upon feeling the length and the girth. "You talked a lot of game for someone who's packing something so average."
Oof. Renzo's face went through several colors in rapid succession. White. Red. White again. The remaining men in the pool, the ones who'd stayed to watch the show, went utterly still and looked sorry for him.
Guys wanted to be called big, not average.
"I'm not, grrrr, that's not…I'm a grower!"
"It's fine," Toph said, releasing him. She wiped her hand on the water's surface like she was cleaning off something mildly distasteful. "Really, average is fine. Plenty of women like average. I just expected more from all that talking."
"I wasn't, I'm not average!
"They were being nice."
"They weren't being…!" Renzo's voice cracked. Actually cracked, like a teenager's. One of the other men made a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been a cough. "This is…you're blind, what do you know!"
"I know I just grabbed a cock that felt exactly like every other mediocre cock I've had the misfortune of touching," Toph said flatly. "And I know you're about to leave."
"I'm not—"
"You're about to leave," Toph repeated, and the stone beneath the pool rumbled, just slightly.
Yeah, Renzo wasn't an idiot. The cocky bastard scrambled out of the water so fast he nearly slipped, grabbing his towel, wrapping it around his waist with shaking hands. His face was the color of a sunset, and his cock—visible through the soaked fabric—was rapidly deflating into a size even less impressive than before.
"R-Renzo," Kanto tried to call out. "Hey, um…"
"I'm not paying f-for this shit!"
Wait, what? "Rezno, hold on!"
He tried to grab his shoulder and Renzo shoved his arm away. "I said I'm not paying for this kind of terrible ass service!"
Dammit. He was gone.
Half of the men did not pay. Even the remaining seven men that exited after Renzo. All wearing a mixture of terror… and relief that they hadn't been the one to volunteer.
"P-pay…?" Kanto asked, to no avail. He either got furious looks or sheepish embarrassment. Even among those that paid, it was not full price.
Ugh…
Meanwhile, Toph was alone. She leaned back against the stone, exhaled, and let the hot water do its work.
"Fucking men," she muttered to the steam. "All talk. No follow-through."
Kanto heard that. Now, he was in a crossway. In a change room trying to decide if he should go in there or not. His brain had run through a dozen scenarios, each one more mortifying than the last. He could just leave her be. He could wait until she was done. He could close the whole damn spring for the day and pretend this never happened.
But first, none of the guys paid and he needed money.
'Toph is rich. If I serve her, maybe…maybe she can make up for it. She is a hero.'
A weird hero but a hero nonetheless.
So Kanto dropped his pants and shirt, stripping, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He took a deep breath and entered the room where seventeen men had failed and fled.
Toph's head turned toward him the moment his feet touched the wet stone.
"Kanto," Toph greeted, and there was mild interest. "Figured you'd stay behind your counter all day."
Kanto swallowed. His throat was dry. "I wanted to apologize. For earlier. Not telling you properly about the men's hours. Not, uh, making things clearer."
"You couldn't have stopped me if you tried."
"Yeah. Um, I know."
She smiled, slow and lazy. "So…what are you here for?"
"To ask if you need anything." The words came out steadier than he felt. "You're a guest. An honored guest. You saved our town. The least I can do is, uh, serve you."
"True, true." Her white eyes rose up in thought. "Sit."
"Sit?"
"In the water. Sit." Toph gestured vaguely at the space beside her. "You're hovering. Hovering is annoying. Either get in the water or get out."
Kanto did not hesitate. Hot busty lady asked and did. He walked to the pool's edge, loosened the knot at his hip, and let the towel fall. He was going to then go down and relax with her.
That did not happen.
See, his cock swung free—and when it swung, it produced a sound that Kanto had never particularly noticed before. Thwap! A sound that was unmistakably, inarguably, the heavy thwap of a large penis hitting a thigh.
A woman with great ears like Toph noticed and heard it like thunder. Like a message. Her whole body went still.
Her head cocked, slightly, like a wolf catching a scent. Her pale eyes fixed on a point somewhere to Kanto's left, and then tracked to where he was actually standing.
"Woah. Woah, woah, woah. That was…woah!"
Kanto looked down at himself. His cock hung soft against his left thigh, the head resting maybe two-thirds of the way down, thick even without blood in it. Yeah, he was bigger than all his guests. So what?
"Uh," he said. "Nothing?"
"Bullshit, nothing. That was…that was your dick!"
"Y-yes?"
Her eyes landed on his cock. She couldn't see it but it was like she knew. He gulped.
"Get in the water. Now."
Kanto got in the water.
The heat enveloped him, familiar and soothing, but it did nothing to calm the hammering in his chest. He sat on the submerged bench, water rising to his collarbones, and tried very hard to breathe normally.
Toph was still staring at him. Or rather…not staring? Hard to define it when she was blind. Her eyes white were focused lower, where his body was hidden by the jade water and the steam, and somehow that was worse.
"Screw it. Stand up," Toph said.
"What?"
"Stand up. I want to see something."
"I'm, uh…" Up and down, he halfway got up, then down. "Why?"
"I can't see with my eyes, dumbass. I see with my feet. And right now my feet are underwater, which means my seismic sense is muddled to shit. So I need you to stand up so I can—" She paused. A new smile crossed her face. "Actually. You know what? I've got a better idea."
She stood up. On instinct, Kanto matched her.
Water cascaded down her body, over her tits, her stomach, and her pussy. She stepped toward him through the pool, and Kanto watched her approach with the frozen fascination of a man who couldn't believe what was happening.
She stopped directly in front of him.
They were eye to eye now. She might even have been an inch taller, or maybe that was just the way she held herself. Her hands found his shoulders first, calloused palms sliding over wet skin, mapping the breadth of him. He shivered.
This slow snaking of his body…obviously, it was because she couldn't see and so she needed this. Still. She knew where a cock was, right? She was doing this on purpose. Wanting to be slow and seductive with him. Like a queen spider trapping her mate.
"Relax," Toph murmured with a smile. "I'm just curious, hehe~!" b
Her right hand slid down his chest. Down his stomach. Lower. Her fingers found his cock…and stopped.
Kanto gulped. The Earthbending master wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers didn't meet, not even close. She squeezed, experimentally, and the sound she made was somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.
"No way," Toph said. "This is awesome."
Her other hand dropped to his balls, cupping them like she was testing fruit at a market. Her thumb traced the seam of his scrotum, feeling the size, the weight, and the sheer fucking mass of what he had between his legs.
"Holy fuck," Toph said, and for the first time since she'd walked into his hot spring, she sounded genuinely surprised. "Holy fuck."
Her fingers climbed his shaft again, measuring. From base to tip, flaccid—and it was, he was completely soft, the water too hot for anything else—and the number that registered in her mind made her breath hitch.
"Eight inches," she said. "Soft. Eight fucking inches soft."
Kanto's face was on fire.
"That's the biggest cock I have ever…!" Toph stopped and shook her head. A wild grin spread across her face, all teeth and hunger. "I've felt a lot of cocks, Kanto. And this, heh, is something else. Now I know why you run this place! Gets the bitches in bed and the men put in their places!"
"I don't really, er…"
"This is the kind of cock that would split me in half. And I fucking want it to."
Kanto's brain stopped working when the smirking heroine pushed her boobs to his chest. S-so soft! His eyes went down. The hefty rack wouldn't go flat. It was the perfect rounded delicious cleavage.
Her thumb stroked up the underside of his tip, and even flaccid, even soft, he felt himself twitch. His eyes met her white eyes. He saw her smirk, her shoulder-length black hair, and her full confidence.
"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to say yes, and then I'm going to get this monster hard. And then—"
She squeezed, and his cock jumped in her grip.
"—you're going to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
Kanto's mouth opened, closed, opened again.
"Y-yes, ma'am," he replied.
Toph's grin widened.
Her hand started to move, stroking him from base to tip. Talk about stroking expertise. S-sheesh! His cock began to swell, thickening, lengthening, and Toph's smile started approaching reverence.
"You better be ready for this." Back stroke, stop, and her thumb circled the head. He was halfway erect, a length of fat dick fighting gravity. "Because I'm about to fucking wring you dry!"
She squeezed again and Kanto grunted. Stroke, stroke followed grunt after grunt. Toph's hand worked his shaft with confidence matching her smirk.
Kanto's cock grew and thickened from the root upward, and Toph felt the transformation through her fingertips: the way the skin tightened, the way the veins rose up like rivers after a storm, the way the head flared and hardened until it was the size of a damn fist. She couldn't see it. She didn't need to see it. Every inch of her seismic sense was screaming at her that this was the biggest fucking cock she had ever touched in her entire life.
"Fuck me." This wasn't an invitation from the lovely, alluring Toph, it was a statement of disbelief. Toph shifted to let his cock brush past the side of her leg. She wanted to feel it in every way. "This thing just keeps going."
Kanto made a sound that was half-embarrassed, half-aroused.
Without saying she was measuring, she measured. Her fingers climbed the length of him, and climbed, and climbed, and when she reached the tip—already slick with salty pre-cum that made her nostrils flare—she let out a whistle. "Twelve inches. Maybe thirteen. I've literally never felt anything like this before…"
"Toph, nnmgh…!"
A big, fat foot-long hog that pressed the side of her left leg. Mm, hot and big and very needy.
"Heh, look at you throbbing."
Toph squeezed him at the base, hard enough that his hips jerked, and the water around them sloshed against the stone edge. "The biggest cock in the world and it's attached to some shy little hot spring owner. That's adorable."
A pause. Steam curled between them. "T-thank you," Kanto managed.
Her grin was feral. She liked this. "Speaking of hard—this thing is going to tear me apart and I want it to. I want you to fucking wreck me. But first—"
Toph dropped to her knees.
The water rose to her collarbones, then her chin, and she shifted backward until she found the submerged stone bench, settling onto it so the pool's surface lapped at her shoulders. Smack, smack! She grabbed his dick and smacked it on her face. "Hehe, so fucking big!" she commented happily. This chick was already cock-drunk. Even without sight, she knew exactly where it was and what to do. She could feel the heat radiating off it, could smell the musky scent of male arousal mixed with mineral water, could practically taste the salt on her tongue before she'd even opened her mouth.
"Mwah!"
Oh fuck! Kanto fell backward onto the smooth limestone rim of the pool when she kissed the tip of his cock. Water cascaded down his body, and his cock—Spirits, his fucking cock—rose out of the jade water like some kind of monument, standing straight up, thick as her wrist and long enough that the tip nearly reached his navel. Veins pulsed along the shaft, thick and prominent, and the head was a reddish-color.
Toph's feet were planted on the pool's floor now, and through the stone, through the water, through every vibration that traveled through the earth, she saw him properly.
The Earthbending baddie reached up and wrapped both hands around his shaft. Both hands. And there was still cock left over. "Okay. I'm going to suck your cock now. I'm going to suck it until you cum down my throat. And then we're going to fuck. Sound good?"
Kanto's voice came out strangled. "Yes. Ma'am. Yes."
"Good boy."
She opened her mouth and took him in. The head alone stretched her lips wide, wider than anything had stretched them before, and Toph Beifong had deepthroated plenty of cocks in her time. This was different. This was a fucking challenge, and Toph Beifong did not back down from challenges. She pushed forward, letting her jaw go slack, letting her tongue flatten against the underside of his shaft, and inch by fucking inch she swallowed him down.
"Fuck…!" Kanto's hands found her hair, tangling in the wet strands like he needed something to hold onto or he'd fly apart. "Fuck, Ms. Toph, nnggh, so good! T-thank you!"
Was she some ordinary slut that couldn't take dick? No. She kept going. Six inches. Eight. She had to breathe through her nose, had to control her gag reflex with the discipline of someone who'd bent metal with her bare hands, and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, she didn't stop. She swallowed. Hard. And felt him slide past her tonsils and into her fucking esophagus.
Kanto made a sound that wasn't manly. Toph liked it.
Toph's nose pressed against his pubic bone. Her chin rested against his balls—those heavy, massive balls that she'd cupped earlier, that were already drawing up tight with the promise of an orgasm. She held herself there for a moment, throat full of cock, letting him feel it, letting herself feel it, and then she pulled back slow, letting her lips drag along every vein, every ridge, every fucking inch.
"Holy—" Kanto was panting now, his chest heaving, his abs clenched. "How are you—"
"Practice," Toph said, pulling off with a wet pop that echoed in the steamy chamber. A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. "Lots and lots of practice. But I've never had anything this big in my throat before. This is new. This is, heh, this is fun."
She dove back down. This time she didn't go slow. Toph slammed her mouth onto his cock like she was trying to swallow him whole, her lips meeting the base in one brutal motion, and then she started to move.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
"Nnhgggh!"
Ever had an Earthbending master deepthroat you? Well, if you did, then you would think she was instead a Dick Bending master.
This woman's throat was tight and somehow earthy. I-it didn't make sense. Yet it was. There was this intense, dark warmth in her throat. It was overwhelming. "G-guh…!"
For any guy, it was wonderful.
Her tongue worked and traced those thick veins at every stroke. Her throat constricted around the head every time she reached the base, milking him like she was trying to pull the cum right out of his balls.
"Ms. Toph, ngggh!" Throb, throb! Pulse, pulse! "Toph, I'm going to, haah, if you keep doing that…!"
She pulled off just long enough to speak. "Cum down my fucking throat, Kanto. Now. Don't you dare hold back."
Her mouth enveloped him again, and this time she didn't just suck. She worshipped his cock with her mouth like it was the first and last cock she'd ever taste. Her hands came up to fondle his balls, rolling them in her palms, squeezing gently, feeling the fullness, all that cum stored up just waiting to be released. Her fingers found the space behind his testicles and pressed, and at the same moment she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder than she'd ever sucked anything in her life.
Kanto came like a Fire Bender in a volcano. The first pulse of cum flooded her throat, hot and thick and so much that she nearly choked. The second came right after, then the third, and Toph swallowed frantically, gulping it down, but there was too much, way too fucking much. Some of it leaked out the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin and onto her tits. Kanto was groaning, his hips bucking against her face, his hands fisted in her hair so tight it hurt, and she loved it. She loved every fucking second of it. She swallowed and swallowed and kept swallowing until finally, mercifully, the pulses slowed and stopped.
Toph pulled off his cock with a gasp.
Cum was everywhere. On her face. In her hair. Dripping between her tits. She licked her lips—salty, bitter, fucking delicious—and grinned up at him with sightless eyes.
"Good boy," she panted. "Sheesh. So damn much. I've never…!" Her tongue was a machine licking her lips.
Kanto was slumped on the edge of the pool and his cock…
His cock was still hard.
Toph's grin faltered. "Wait. What the fuck."
"Oh. Uh…" Kanto looked down at himself, and he was almost apologetic. "I can usually go a few more times. At least. It's—uh—it's always been like this."
"A few more times?" Toph's voice had gone up half an octave. She reached out and touched him, and yes, there it was—still rock hard, still throbbing, still slick with her spit and his cum, standing at attention like it hadn't just emptied half its contents down her throat. "After a load like that? How the fuck are you still hard?"
"I don't know. I just, uh, I don't go soft after. Not for a while. Not until I'm really…done."
Toph's mind raced. The biggest cock she'd ever seen. Could deepthroat her like a champion. Didn't go soft after cumming. She'd struck gold. She'd struck actual fucking gold, and she was going to make the most of every single second.
"Okay." Toph was breathless in a way she'd never heard before. "Okay. Change of plans. I was going to ease into this, but fuck it. I need your cock inside me right now."
Big tits flashed his eyes and Kanto was stunned. Men, right? Simple pervs.
The busty raven-haired babe grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled herself up, water streaming down her body. Her cunt was already soaked—had been soaked since the moment she'd first wrapped her hand around him—and she could feel how empty it was, how desperate for something to fill it. She straddled him on the pool's edge, her thighs spreading wide, and her feet slamming down the wet limestone on the sides of his hips.
A proper squat for a proper fucking.
"Ready?" Toph asked.
"Y-yes…"
"Good. Because I'm not waiting anymore."
Grinning, she positioned the head of his cock against her entrance and pushed down.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Her cunt had taken plenty of cocks before—she wasn't some blushing virgin, who the hell thought otherwise?—but this was different. This was a cock that belonged on a statue, on a myth, on a legend, and it was splitting her open inch by fucking inch and she'd never felt anything so good in her life. "F-fucking big! Fucking biiiiig!"
Fucking hell. Fucking hell. In her most recent adventure, Sonam's staff was said to grant its wielder "unlimited power".
Well, this dick granted unlimited pleasure.
Just by going down four inches, she felt like cumming. Toph managed to stop it out of ego and stubbornness.
But come on.
Pussylips and walls stretched to take this legendary hog, clinging like they were trying to memorize every vein, and Toph's head fell back and her mouth opened and a sound came out that she'd never made before.
"Fuuuuuck!!" The word came out drawn-out and trembling. "Fuck, Kanto, your cock is, haaah, it's so—!"
"Too much?" He was confused. He was relaxed. She was tight, sure, but only a fourth was cock was inside her. "Should I—"
"Don't you dare stop. Don't you fucking dare. I'm taking all of it."
"O-okay?"
Toph gasped, hair in her eyes, and had to wipe it off to see. She then saw Kanto's innocent puppy-dog face, and realized she was losing. She was going to lose. She was humiliating herself. "Grrr, d-don't get cocky!"
In hindsight, Toph also got too cocky in how she suddenly dropped the rest of the way.
Her ass hit his thighs with a wet slap, and Kanto's cock was buried inside her to the absolute hilt, and Toph Beifong—the Blind Bandit, the legendary Earthbender, the woman who had never once been intimidated by anything in her entire life—felt her vision go white. Her seismic sense went haywire, every vibration in the earth around her turning to static because her brain couldn't process anything except the cock that was currently stretching her cunt to its absolute limit.
She was cumming. She was cumming. Oh dear spirits, she was cumming.
When she awoke, she was hugging Kanto. Boobs in his face and legs literally shaking as they tried to plant themselves.
"H-holy shit. Holy shit, it's in my womb. Hnnggh, I can feel it in my fucking womb~!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm better than okay. I'm, hnggh~!" Toph lifted herself up, just a few inches, and the drag of his shaft against her inner walls made her shudder. "I'm going to ride you now. I'm going to ride your massive fucking cock until I cum so hard I forget my own name!"
She laughed, she lifted her hips up, and wham!
"Cummiiing~!!"
And she did it again, gloriously and with pride.
Toph Beifong didn't ride cock like other women. She rode cock like she bent earth—with total control, with absolute precision and yet grandly. Huge, huge movements. Her hips rolled in slow, grinding circles that kept him buried deep, and when she rose up, she rose up high, leaving just the head inside before slamming back down. "Cumming agaiiin~!" she would exclaim every fucking time.
Her pussy clenched and released, milking him deliberately, and her thighs—those powerful, muscular thighs that had climbed mountains and kicked through stone—worked tirelessly as she fucked herself on his cock.
"F-f-feel that?" Toph gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Feel how fucking tight I am? That's all for you. That's my cunt squeezing your cock. Squeezing it so fucking hard!!"
Kanto's hands found her hips, but he didn't try to guide her. He just held on, his fingers dimpling the flesh of her waist, his eyes fixed on the place where their bodies joined—where his impossibly large cock disappeared into her cunt and reappeared and disappeared again, slick with her arousal and his cum.
"I'm, ngggh! Toph, Toph! Ms. Toph! Gods, Toph, you feel amazing!"
"Say it again! Tell me." Toph slammed down harder, her tits bouncing in his face. No more hugging as she was getting used to his dick. "Tell me how my pussy feels on your cock."
"So tight! Sooo tight!" Wet too but the tightness was the chief feeling. "I can feel every, haah, every part of you—"
"That's right. That's my cunt wrapped around your dick. That's the best pussy you'll ever fuck and you're fucking it right now. You're fucking Toph Beifong's pussy with your monster cock."
And it was the best thing that had ever happened to either of them.
Toph was babbling now, the words spilling out of her like the moans that accompanied them, and she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the way his cock filled her, stretched her, completed her. Every time she slammed down onto his cock it wound tighter and tighter, she jumped to a near orgasm. At every fifth slam, it was most certainly an orgasm.
"Going to cum agaiin~!" she gasped. "Going to cum on your fucking cock, Kanto! Want you to feel it! Want you to feel my pussy cumming all over you—"
"Toph—"
It was never a gentle orgasm—Toph didn't do gentle. Her cunt clamping down on his cock with enough force to make him gasp, and she threw her head back and howled. The sound echoed off the stone walls and rose through the open ceiling into the morning sky, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the whole town could probably hear her, and she didn't give a single fuck. Toph rode him through it, kept slamming down even as her inner walls spasmed, even as her vision went from white to red to black, even as her legs started to shake.
When she finally came down, she collapsed against his chest, panting, trembling. His cock was still inside her. Still hard.
"Okay. Fuuuck…t-that was…"
"Amazing?" Kanto finished. Boobs to his chest, he couldn't complain.
"Yeah…fucking amazing…! Shit, Kanto…you're amazing."
There was one thing he sort-of wanted to complain about. "Y-you too, but, uh…I haven't cum yet, so…"
His cock throbbed. He wanted to cum too, BADLY. Toph felt it through her seismic sense. The shy, stammering hot spring owner who'd been too nervous to look her in the eye was gone. In his place was a man who'd just watched a legendary Earthbender fall apart on his cock, and he wanted more.
So, he looked her right in the eye, and said, "So could you get off and bend over?"
Toph blinked. "What?"
"Bend over the edge of the pool," Kanto repeated like it was obvious. And to emphasize his point, he not only throbbed hard inside her, but he squeezed her bootycheeks. Both of them, at the same time. "Come on. Hurry up."
The command sent a bolt of heat straight to her cunt. Toph Beifong didn't take orders from anyone. But Toph Beifong also knew when she'd met her match, and right now, with his cock still buried inside her and a new kind of fire in his voice, she was very, very interested to see what happened next.
"Heh, fine. You've earned it, you hung bastard."
She pulled herself off him—her cunt making a wet, slimey sound as it released his cock—and got around. She swam and swam to the other end of the hot spring and braced her hands on the smooth limestone edge of the pool. The water lapped at her thighs. Her ass was in the air. Her pussy was spread open, still slick, still tingling from her orgasm, still gaping slightly from the stretch of his cock.
"Heh, fuck me hard, Kanto. Don't hold back. I want everything you've got."
What kind of ass did Toph have? A tempting one. A rounded one. A luscious, protruding peach booty. Shaped like it was meant to fuck, flowing perfectly with her childbearing hips.
Again, she was a woman that was athletic. It wasn't the most jiggly or fat ass ever. Katara and Ty Lee surpassed her in the thickness regard.
That did not mean Toph was any step inferior. Shaped by constant jumping, sprinting, squatting, and lateral movements inherent to Earthbending, there was this bump to it in her body. There was dumptruck nature to it. This planet style wholeness to it.
It was the perfect ass for a hung stud with wealthy balls to fuck.
She heard him walk and walk. She felt the water displace around his legs. Felt the heat of his dick as he stepped up behind her, and then the head of his cock pressing against her entrance again, spreading her swollen lips.
Did Toph gasp? Did Toph feel like something was different? Yes.
"You asked for this," Kanto said.
Absolutely, she did, and then he slammed into her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh! Oh, oh, ohhh! Ah, ahhhh! Haahhh! Y-your dick! Your dick! Kanto! Kanto! KANTO, I'M CUMMIIING~!!"
Balls-deep fucking was far, far better. Holy fuck, a man actually fucking her without fear of who she was, it was far, far better. Before, she'd been in control, dictating the pace, riding him at her own rhythm. Now Kanto was the one driving, and he drove her like he'd been fucking women his whole life instead of stammering behind a counter. His hips snapped forward with a force that made her arms buckle, and his cock buried itself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that knocked the orgasm right from her soul.
"FUCK—! Yes, FUCK, j-just like that! JUST LIKE THAT, I'M CUMMIIING~!!"
He didn't need encouragement. His hands found her hips—those thick, muscular hips—and one hand smacked her ass. There was always time to smack a nice ass. He pulled back, almost all the way out, and then he slammed forward again. And again. And again. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass filled the chamber, sharp and rhythmic, accompanied by the wet squelch of her cunt taking his cock over and over and over.
"Good!" Kanto's voice was strained, but not shy anymore. Not nervous. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, Toph! Even after, nngh, even after you came, it's still so tight! Good!"
"That's because you're fucking huge!!" His cock was hammering against something deep inside her, some spot she'd never reached before, and every thrust made her see stars. She could barely form words. "Your cock! Your coooock! Your cock is STRETCHING me out, baby! FUCKING ruining me!! And I love it! I love your fucking cock!!"
Toph thought she was dreaming. This random hung stud was fucking her the way she'd been craving for years. This was a stud that could deliver. This was a stud that could make her grin silly.
Toph realized she was moaning loudly and shamelessly, sounds she'd never made for any man before this one.
'Look at you! The legendary Toph Beifong! Bent over! Getting fucked! Taking this stranger's cock like you were made for it!'
Toph responded to her own thoughts: "I was! I am! I fucking am!!" Toph gasped and her grin spilled out her tongue. She looked happy. "Your cock!! Your cock was made for my pussy!!"
He slammed into her harder, faster, the wet sounds of their fucking becoming obscenely loud in the steamy chamber. He was saying with his thrusts: "Say my name."
"Kanto!! Kanto, Kantooo! I love you! I love your cooccck! Your cock—your massive fucking cock!!"
Oh god, he was throbbing again. That fucking throbbing. Unlike other women, she could never forget it. Ever. He was going cum inside her. He was going to fill her pussy with so much cum it was going to be dripping out of her for days. And then…and then…
"Hnggggh! You're still going to be hard! And you're STILL going to fuck me~!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Toph turned delusional from this raw dicking.
Toph whimpered from this raw dicking.
Yeah, actually fucking whimpered. The Blind Bandit, the woman who had never once backed down from anything in her entire life, whimpered like a bitch in heat, and she didn't care, she didn't care at all, because his cock was hitting that spot again and she was going to CUM again—!
"I'm going to cum! Kanto! KANTO! I'm going to cum again! Y-you better, ngggh, you BETTER CUM inside me while I'm cumming on your cock!!"
Kanto didn't say a damn thing. Remember, this was an ordinary guy who had fucked his first woman. This was a guy that was pretty nervous about fucking a celebrity. Oh, not that it was playing in his head right now. But all those factors made him like a fucking machine. A narrow-eyed, grunting sex god that wanted to do nothing but fuck and fuck.
Toph orgasmed and clamped down like a rockslide. At the same moment, Kanto buried himself to the hilt and groaned and came—and came, and came, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy, filling her up, so much cum that she felt it leak out around his shaft and drip down her thighs. He kept thrusting through it, pumping his cum deeper, deeper, his cock pulsing with every spurt, and Toph was crying out. She didn't know what she was saying, couldn't hear her own voice over the roaring in her ears, and still he didn't stop.
When his orgasm finally subsided, he pulled out.
Toph collapsed against the pool's edge, her legs shaking, her cunt gaping and leaking thick white cum down her inner thighs. She could barely breathe. She'd never been fucked like that. Not once. Not ever.
"Okay," she panted. "Okay. That was—"
She didn't finish. Because Kanto grabbed her by the waist and lifted her clear out of the water.
"K-Kanto…?"
Drop, droop!
Cum poured out of her cunt. He didn't care or respond. He just carried her, dripping wet, across the chamber to the far side where a wide wooden bench sat against the stone wall. He laid her down on her back, and she felt the rough wood against her shoulders, her ass, her legs. His cock was still hard. Still fucking hard, standing pointed forward.
"We're not done," he said.
Toph stared up at him. Her seismic sense painted him in perfect detail. "S-sheesh, not even a break."
"Oh. Why? You can't keep going?"
He said cutely. He said it innocently.
Well, not from Toph's perspective. His words hit her like a challenge, and Toph Beifong never backed down from a challenge.
"Haah, can't keep going? Please! Show me," Toph said haughtily. "Show me what you've got, you big dick owner!"
Kanto knelt between her thighs. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up, up, until her knees were pressed against her chest and her ass was lifted off the bench and her pussy was completely exposed: gaping and oozing from two brutal orgasms and a massive load.
A mating press. The bastard had put her in a mating press. Toph blinked. Oh fuck.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Uhhh…!"
He thrust into her.
In this position, with her legs folded against her chest and her ass elevated, his cock went even deeper than before—deeper than she'd thought possible. It felt like it was in her womb. Like it was rearranging her internal organs. Like it was claiming territory that no other cock had ever reached.
"FUUUUUCK—" The moan tore out of her throat before she could stop it, high and desperate and completely un-Toph-like. "KANTO, YOU BIG DICK BASTARRRD—!"
Wham!
One thrust, then a stop.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Y-you idiot! You fucking—NO!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
With a smile, Kanto fucked her in the mating press with long, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in, and every thrust pushed another moan out of her throat. Toph couldn't stop them. Couldn't control them. She was moaning like a whore. Well and truly, if Katara or Aang were around, they would not have recognized her. If they were nearby, they would have blushed and said, "I-I guess people are loud in this village," and headed in the opposite direction like the cute couple they were.
Toph couldn't believe that voice didn't sound like herself. It was high-pitched, desperate, needy in a way she'd never been needy in her life.
"FUCKING ME SOO HARD~! FUCK ME HARRDER! BREAK ME—BREAK MY FUCKING PUSSY!!"
Toph said she wanted this hung guy to ruin her. Kanto was going to ruin him so fucking hard!
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"YES, yes, yessss! Ruin me—your cock is ruining me! I can't, I can't think! I can't see! I can't do anything except feel your fucking cock inside me!"
All this moaning, all this slutty behaviour, and most of all…seeing Toph with her tongue out. It boosted Kanto's confidence, alright.
"My cock, huh?" Smiling, Kanto emphasized the word with a particularly brutal thrust. "Say whose cock is inside you."
"Yours! Kanto's cock! Kanto's cock is in my pussy and it's the best cock I've ever had! The biggest! The fucking BEST~!!"
"And who does this pussy belong to now?"
The question hit her like a fist. Toph Beifong, who belonged to no one, who had spent her entire life refusing to be owned. And yet—
"You! You do! You OWN this pussy! It's yours, it's yours, ngnggh, it's youuurs!" As a reward: PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! "It's YOUR PUUUSSY~!! I'm your fucking whore!! YOUR CUM DUMP! YOUR BREEDING SLUT!"
The truth spilled out of her unbidden, and she meant them. In that moment, with his cock impaling her and her body completely at his mercy, she meant every single syllable. She was his whore. His cocksleeve. His cumdump. And she loved every fucking second of it.
Kanto was going to creampie her soon. Toph could feel it in the way his thrusts became erratic, in the way his breathing hitched, in the way his cock seemed to swell even larger inside her. This time he didn't warn her. He just buried himself to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against her clit, and came with a guttural groan that sounded like it had been dragged up from the depths of his soul.
Cum flooded her again. Her pussy was already full from the last load, and this one pushed the previous cum deeper, overflowed it, made it squelch out around his shaft and pool on the wooden bench beneath her. She could feel it dripping down the crack of her ass. Could feel it soaking into the wood. Could feel her belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume of what he'd pumped into her.
Toph wished she could see his face. His grunting, beautiful face. Alas, she was more than okay with just feeling his cock and listening to him breath heavily.
When he pulled out, his cock made a wet, messy sound…and it was still hard.
"Good god…"
He looked down at her. She looked up at him, or rather, her sightless eyes pointed toward his face, but her seismic sense showed her everything: the position of his body, the angle of his jaw, and most importantly, his cock.
"Y-you really go soft, do ya?"
Toph tried to be casual and cool. She tried to uphold her status.
"I still want to go," he said cutely. "Can I, Toph?"
Oh fuck. He was too cute.
"Y-yeah, l-l-let's go…"
Who in the world had she messed with? What kind of man could cum three times without going soft? What kind of man could fuck her through three orgasms and still be standing there, cock in hand, looking down at her overflowing cunt with undisguised hunger?
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