Bolin and Wei Beifong Avatar Parody
The animated masterpiece begins with a tantalizing shot panning over the smooth, rippling muscles of a suspended Bolin. His naked form glistens with sweat under the dim, mysterious lighting of a shower room. The camera zooms in on the small metal tibea wrapper placed precariously between Bolin’s toned buttocks, hinting at a forbidden pleasure only he truly understands.
Suddenly, Wei Beifong enters the steamy scene, her curves barely contained within a tiny bikini top and thong. Water cascades down her body as she readies a powerful earthbending technique. The ground shudders as she flicks her wrist and Bolin is unceremoniously dumped onto the concrete floor with a splat.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” Bolin groans, gingerly rubbing his presumably sore rear. Wei smirks and crouches down to his level, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her top.
“Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to see your pretty face.”
Bolin blinks, momentarily taken aback by her forward demeanor. “Uh, thanks I guess. You’re pretty hot yourself.”
She chuckles and roughly grabs his chin, forcing eye contact. “You know, Bolin, I’ve been watching you. Seeing the way you move, the way you cry out in pleasure from just a simple metal wrapper up your ass.” Her voice drips with wicked intent. “I bet you’d do anything for a real cock, wouldn’t you?”
Bolin’s eyes go wide at the vulgar suggestion, but a growing bulge in his undergarments suggests she’s not far off the mark. “I-I don’t… I mean, I’m not gay!”
Wei laughs mockingly and strokes her finger down his chest. “Honey, when I’m through with you, you’ll be screaming for another round of my cock for breakfast.”
Without further preamble, she grabs Bolin and effortlessly throws him over her shoulder, giving the audience a perfect view of his adorable, up-turned bottom. She carries him over to a conveniently placed massage table and roughly tosses him onto it. Bolin yelps and tries to scramble away, but Wei quickly pins him down with her earthbending.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she purrs, slowly peeling off his underwear. Lightning bolt-tattoos decorate his pert ass and thighs. Wei takes a moment to admire them before giving each globe a firm slap. “Who knew you were such a freak, Bolin?”
“S-stop! Wei, please don’t do this-”
She silences his protests by roughly shoving three fingers into his mouth. “No more talking,” she growls.
While Bolin occuuppies himself, getting her fingers wet, Wei reaches into her bikini bottom and withdraws the biggest cock imaginable. Bolin’s eyes bug out when he sees it, even more so when she lines it up with his quivering entrance.
“Are you ready for this? For your first real man?” Wei asks, voice thick with perverted glee.
Bolin whimpers around her fingers and nods shakily. Wei grins and pushes forward, penetrating the tight ring of muscle in one firm thrust. Bolin lets out a strangled shirk of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Wei doesn’t give him time to adjust though, immediately setting a hard, fast pace.
“F-fuck! It’s so big!” Bolin cries out, fingers scrabbling fruitlessly against the field holding him down. Wei laughs breathlessly, bouncing her hips feverishly against his ass.
“That’s right, take it all! Fucking cock slut.”
She leans forward to wrap a hand around his throat, subtly increasing the pressure to superspeed Bolin’s heartbeat and arousal. Her other hand wraps around his hard cock, giving rough, mating strokes in time with her thrusts.
Bolin’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, drool leaking from the corner of his slack mouth. His prostate is battered with terrifying precision by Wei’s relentless dicking. She lets her control on his mind slip, letting him experience every second of his forced submission.
Her lips find his ear and she hisses, “Come for me, Bolin. Show me what a good boy you are.”
The combination of her command and another harsh pull on his dick sends Bolin over the edge with a piercing scream. His hips buck and thrash as he spills his seed, coating Wei’s hand and the massage table below. Wei lets go of his throat and he immediately collapses, taking ragged gulps of air.
But Wei isn’t done with him yet. She flips Bolin over and pins his arms above his head before sliding deep inside his fresh hole again. Bolin lets out a weak moan, his eyes hazy from his recent orgasm. Wei has no such weakness, relentlessly pounding away at his sensitive prostate.
“M-more… please, Wei…” Bolin whimpers pathetically, bucking his hips up to meet every thrust. Wei grins, proud of her work breaking him so thoroughly.
“Beg for it like the needy little cock whore you are.”
“Please! I n-need it! I need your cock! Fill me up, fuck me harder! Make me your bitch!”
Wei complies enthusiastically, fucking him like a ragdoll. When Bolin starts to chant how much he loves her cock as she rails him, she finally gives in to her own lust and bottoms out one last time.
“Fuck, Bolin… take my load!” she bellows, flooding his insides with her warm seed. Bolin lets out a gurgling sob as the heat fills him, his own cock twitching weakly.
Wei confirms she’s had her fill and releases her hold of Bolin, letting him gasp and convulse on the table. His abused hole is stretched obscenely around her softening cock, cum leaking onto the floor. Wei gives him a smug smile and flicks her wrist, making the massage table turn into a glorified sex bench.
“When you’re done whimpering, I’ll expect you to clean up your mess… you made such a huge one for me,” she sneers.
Panting, Bolin weakly nods in understanding, slowly regaining his senses. His stomach gives a telltale gurgle and he realizes she pumped him so full of cum, it’s sloshing around inside him. Wei snickers and saunters off, confident she won’t have to tell him again.