This choice: Go home and get bitched at by Katara who constantly begs for sex • Go Back...Chapter #8Go home and get bitched at by Katara who consta... by: EvilFuzzy9   Feeling satisfied for now, Sokka left Palluqtuq in her room, throwing on his loincloth, pants, and shirt.
While this was certainly very light dressing for the South Pole, Sokka -- as a Loin-god -- could easily go out in just his loincloth. However, he was conscious of the fact that doing so tended to poorly affect the confidence and morale of most of those tribesmen who had stayed behind and not gone out to the war.
There weren't many, admittedly, because most had quickly rallied with Chief Hakoda to avenge the death of his wife, but a few had been forced to stay behind, nonetheless, if only because they provided duties too important to the tribe. And Sokka did not want those men getting depressed or jealous, because as the chief's son, he had to lead them in his father's stead.
So he tried to refrain from showing off too much.
Though, the only things that could completely hide the bulge of his obscenely massive dick would be the kind of heavy fur parka worn by the rest of the tribe -- and that would just be too stifling for Sokka, who instinctively craved the feeling of the air against his skin -- so it was still easily apparent to anyone who wished to get a good idea of just how much girth he was packing.
But that aside, Sokka made his way to the igloo he shared with his sister. The second he stepped in the heavy fur door, he stripped out of his shirt and pants, leaving himself just in his loincloth.
"Sokka?" he heard his sister, Katara, say. "Have you been out having sex again?"
He sighed.
"So what if I have?" he asked her. "They beg me for it."
Katara huffed, and Sokka saw her sitting in the far side of the igloo, crouching over what looked like an old, worn waterbending scroll -- one of those very few to survive the Fire Nation raids, most likely.
"And I don't?" she said icily, bitterly, and Sokka could not keep himself from groaning.
"Katara..." he said with a tired sigh. "Can't this wait for another day? I'm tired."
Katara looked up from her scroll, and she was all but glowering at Sokka's loincloth as she pursed her lips and said,  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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