The Second Avatar

Chapter 4: An Encounter at the Golden Lotus [R-18]

The faint creak of the wooden stairs echoed through the dimly lit inn as Yogan descended from the modest room he and Nara had rented. The afternoon light spilled in through the wide, fogged glass windows, bathing the tavern below in a warm golden hue. Dust motes floated lazily in the beams of sunlight, giving the room a serene yet lively atmosphere as the muffled chatter of patrons filled the space.

Yogan's steps were steady but deliberate, each one sounding heavier than the last as if the weight of his thoughts bore down on him with each motion. His eyes scanned the tavern below—a lively contrast to his reflective mood. Groups of travelers and locals gathered around wooden tables, sharing stories over hearty meals, while others enjoyed quiet moments, sipping steaming mugs of tea or stronger fare. The air was thick with the aromas of freshly baked bread, spiced meat, and the faint tang of ale.

As Yogan reached the base of the stairs, he adjusted the simple sash of his junior Air Nomad robes, smoothing out the fabric with a quick, habitual motion. His eyes caught sight of Nara seated at one of the room's far corners. She sat cross-legged on the cushion of a low wooden chair, her silver hair glowing faintly in the light that filtered through the window behind her. A small plate of food was in front of her, untouched save for a few scattered crumbs.

"Lunch in the tavern today," Yogan announced as he approached, his voice calm but firm. He crossed his arms as he spoke, his dark eyes briefly locking with Nara's.

She raised a delicate eyebrow but didn't protest. Instead, she gestured toward the main seating area with a subtle tilt of her head. "Don't take too long. We don't know who might be watching" she replied, her tone laced with the calm authority of a mentor.

Yogan gave a single nod, his gaze flicking briefly to her plate. The food was simple but hearty—a mixture of roasted root vegetables, cured meat, and a thick slice of bread slathered with butter. He turned on his heel and made his way into the heart of the tavern, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a suitable spot.

He found it near the back—a secluded table nestled against the farthest wall, shielded from the bustling activity of the room by a row of sturdy wooden beams. It was quiet here, the perfect vantage point from which to observe the life of the tavern without being disturbed. Yogan slid into the seat, leaning back slightly as his eyes roved over the patrons.

The Golden Lotus was alive with movement. A pair of traders haggled loudly with a merchant near the bar, their voices rising above the general din. A group of farmers laughed heartily as they shared stories of the harvest, their coarse hands gripping mugs of ale. Nearby, a young couple whispered to one another, their heads close together, their faces alight with quiet joy. Yogan's gaze softened slightly as he took it all in. Despite the noise, there was a kind of harmony to the chaos—a rhythm that reminded him of the interconnectedness of life.

His musings were interrupted by the arrival of an elderly man carrying a wooden tray. The man's gait was slow but steady, his stooped shoulders and weathered hands betraying a lifetime of hard work. Yogan straightened slightly in his seat as the man approached, his sharp eyes flicking to the contents of the tray.

The smell hit him first—a rich, savory aroma that made his stomach growl despite himself. The tray bore a plate of food identical to what Nara had ordered earlier, along with a steaming mug of tea. The elderly man set the tray down in front of Yogan with practiced ease, his movements deliberate yet unhurried.

"Your meal, young traveler," the man said, his voice gravelly but kind. He lingered for a moment, his eyes fixed on Yogan with an intensity that was both unsettling and intriguing.

Yogan inclined his head in thanks, but the old man didn't move. Instead, he continued to study Yogan, his gaze piercing as if he were searching for something hidden beneath the surface.

"You have a light to you," the man said suddenly, his words quiet but laden with meaning. His eyes seemed to glint with a knowing spark as he spoke, his lined face unreadable.

Yogan froze, his hand hovering over the mug of tea. The words struck him like a thunderclap, their weight far greater than the simplicity of their delivery. A light. The phrase echoed in his mind, intertwining with memories of Raava, the spirit of light and peace who had bonded with him upon his emergence as the avatar of Raava. How could this stranger possibly know?

The old man didn't wait for a response. He gave a small, cryptic smile before turning and shuffling back toward the kitchen, leaving Yogan to grapple with the implications of his words.

Yogan's thoughts swirled as he ate, his mind racing with questions. Who was that man? What did he mean by "a light"? And how could he have sensed Yogan's connection to Raava? These questions loomed large in his mind, intertwining with the weight of his destiny.

Yogan forced himself to focus, finishing the meal in front of him with practiced efficiency. Each bite was a reminder of the physical demands of his journey, a necessity to keep his body fueled even as his mind remained restless. The cryptic words of the elderly man hung over him like a shroud, their meaning elusive yet undeniably significant. By the time Yogan drained the last of his tea, he had resolved to push the encounter aside, at least for now. There was work to be done.

Rising from the table, Yogan adjusted the sash of his robes and made his way to the door. The lively energy of the tavern faded as he stepped into the crisp morning air, the sounds of the town unfolding around him. Merchants hawked their wares from wooden stalls lining the narrow streets, while children darted between carts and pedestrians, their laughter ringing like bells. The scent of fresh bread mingled with the earthy aroma of damp soil, creating a tapestry of sensations that grounded Yogan in the moment.

He began to wander, his sharp eyes taking in the sights of the bustling town. Wooden buildings with sloping roofs lined the streets, their walls weathered but sturdy. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, adding to the haze of activity. Yogan moved purposefully, pausing at intervals to speak with locals, his questions concise and direct.

"I'm looking for someone," he said to a vendor arranging baskets of ripe fruit. "A man named Kezin. Tall, with long black hair and a sharp, calculating gaze."

The vendor shook his head apologetically. "Haven't seen anyone like that, but travelers come and go all the time. You might have better luck near the market square."

Yogan nodded in thanks and continued on, repeating his inquiry to others as he went. Each answer brought him no closer to Kezin, but Yogan's resolve only hardened. He described Kezin's appearance to a tailor adjusting a bolt of fabric, to a blacksmith hammering metal at his forge, and even to a pair of elderly women gossiping over a game of stones. Yet the answers were always the same—a shake of the head, a polite denial, and the suggestion to search elsewhere.

It was near the edge of the marketplace that Yogan finally overheard something of interest. He had approached a spice vendor, his question poised on his lips, when the low, urgent voices of two town guards caught his attention. They stood a few paces away, their expressions grim as they exchanged words that seemed meant for no one else to hear.

"The scouts are certain," one guard said, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The bandits have been gathering near the river to the west. They must have a hideout somewhere in the mountains."

The second guard, an older man with a scar running across his cheek, nodded solemnly. "It's only a matter of time before the town chief calls for action. We'll need to gather our forces—and we'll need benders."

"Benders?" the younger guard asked, his brow furrowing.

The elder guard glanced around cautiously before replying. "There are a few in town. An airbender, a pair of waterbenders, and even an earthbender, if the rumors are true. They'll have to join us if we're to stand a chance against the bandits."

Yogan's breath hitched as he listened, the words sparking a cascade of thoughts. He had known there were other benders scattered across the continent, but the idea of them working as free agents—unaffiliated with their respective communities—was foreign to him. He had always associated bending with the structured traditions of the Air Nomads, the Water Tribes, and the Earth Kingdoms. Yet here were individuals living outside those frameworks, lending their abilities for hire.

"Do you think the town chief will act soon?" the younger guard asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"He'll have to," the elder replied. "If those bandits grow bold enough to strike the town, it'll be chaos. We need to act before it comes to that."

Yogan stepped closer, feigning interest in the spice vendor's wares as he strained to hear more. The guards continued their conversation in hushed tones, their words painting a picture of a growing threat—a threat that could not be ignored.

The mention of airbenders lingered in Yogan's mind. Though he had grown up among the Air Nomads, he had never considered the possibility of others like him living beyond the temple's influence. Who were these airbenders? And what path had led them to this town, so far from the spiritual heart of their people?

As the guards moved away, their conversation fading into the background, Yogan turned his attention back to the task at hand. The search for Kezin was paramount, but the news of the bandits and the benders had planted a seed of curiosity he could not ignore.

The town square was a hive of activity, its cobblestone streets filled with merchants, craftsmen, and townsfolk going about their daily lives. Yogan weaved through the crowd, his steps purposeful as he approached a stall selling dried fish.

"Have you seen a man named Kezin?" he asked the vendor, his voice steady. "Tall, with long black hair. He may have been traveling with a woman in Water Tribe clothing."

The vendor frowned thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "Can't say I have," he said after a moment. "But if he's been through here, someone at the tavern might've seen him."

Yogan thanked the man and moved on, his gaze sweeping over the square. As he passed a group of street performers juggling flaming torches, his ears caught another snippet of conversation, this time from a pair of women seated on a nearby bench.

"They say the bandits are growing bolder," one woman whispered, her voice tinged with fear. "I heard they've even attacked caravans on the western roads."

The other woman nodded, her expression grave. "The town chief will have to do something soon. Maybe he'll call on the benders."

Yogan's jaw tightened. The threads of the story were beginning to weave together, each piece hinting at a larger conflict looming just beyond the horizon. He knew he needed to find Kezin—but he also knew that the events unfolding in this town could not be ignored.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the streets of the bustling town, Yogan found himself retracing his steps back to the Golden Lotus Tavern. The day had been long and fruitless, his search for Kezin yielding little more than frustration and a growing sense of urgency. The streets were quieter now, the once-vibrant marketplace settling into a calmer rhythm as merchants packed up their wares and townsfolk retreated to their homes.

Yogan's boots crunched against the cobblestone streets, his dark eyes scanning the fading light for any sign of Nara. She had departed earlier, her determination to find information as strong as his, yet she was still absent. Reaching the tavern, he pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, the warmth of the space a welcome contrast to the cool evening air.

The room they had rented upstairs was modest but comfortable. Yogan entered and closed the door behind him, the quiet of the space wrapping around him like a cocoon. Nara's absence was palpable, her presence always filling the room with an air of calm and command. Yogan sighed, setting his satchel on the small wooden table by the window before glancing around. The lingering frustration from the day's fruitless search pressed down on him, but he knew better than to let it consume him.

"This is as good a time as any," he muttered under his breath, moving to the center of the room.

He lowered himself into a seated position, folding his legs into the lotus pose as he rested his hands on his knees. Closing his eyes, Yogan took a deep, steadying breath, allowing the noise of the world outside to fade into the background. The air in the room was still, carrying the faint scent of wood and incense, but as Yogan began to focus, he could feel the subtle currents moving around him.

The sensation was soothing, a reminder of the lessons Nara had imparted. He began to bend the air around him with delicate precision, guiding it into a gentle breeze that swirled softly against his skin. It was a simple exercise, but one that never failed to center him. The cool caress of the wind eased the tension in his shoulders, calming the storm of emotions that churned within.

Yet as he meditated, his thoughts began to drift. The gentle breeze wavered for a moment as his mind conjured the hazy memory of a battle long past—the night he had faced Kezin and Renji. Yogan's brow furrowed slightly, the memory vivid and disorienting.

He had bent water that night.

The thought sent a ripple through his concentration. He remembered the sensation vividly: how his body had moved as if possessed, each motion deliberate and powerful, yet beyond his control. It was as though he had been a passenger in his own body, watching as Raava's influence guided his every action. The water had responded to him with startling intensity, flowing and crashing with a force that felt entirely foreign.

Raava had explained it to him afterward, her voice calm yet tinged with an undercurrent of purpose. *You are my avatar, Yogan. Like Wan before you, you can bend all four elements. It is your destiny.*

Opening his eyes, Yogan exhaled softly, his gaze falling on the table where Nara's half-finished meal still rested. A goblet of water sat there, the liquid catching the soft glow of the lanternlight. Without thinking, Yogan extended his hand toward it, his dark eyes narrowing in concentration.

He closed his eyes again, reaching inward to that place where the memory of waterbending resided. It had been during an epic battle, the moonlight illuminating the battlefield as Raava's power surged within him. Kezin had been relentless, his bending prowess unmatched save for Renji's, yet even Renji—a master in his own right—had faltered against the artifact-fueled strength of their adversary.

Yogan had felt something primal awaken within him that night. Air and water had flowed together in perfect harmony, his movements precise and devastating. He had overwhelmed Renji with airbending of a skill he hadn't known he possessed, and when Kezin pressed the attack, Yogan had turned the tide with waterbending that rivaled the might of the ocean itself. The memory was distant and fragmented, but the emotions it stirred were undeniable.

His fingers twitched slightly, his breathing steady as he focused. The goblet of water trembled, the surface rippling as if stirred by an invisible breeze. But before Yogan could achieve more, the door to the room swung open with a sharp creak, breaking his concentration.

His eyes snapped open, his hand falling to his side as he turned toward the door. Nara stood there, her silver hair slightly disheveled, her expression mirroring the frustration he felt.

"Any luck with Kezin?" she asked, her tone clipped but not unkind.

Yogan's expression was answer enough. He gestured toward the bed, his shoulders sagging slightly as he spoke. "No. I spent the day searching, but it was pointless. I thought I'd practice my bending instead—try to clear my head."

Nara's gaze softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good," she said, stepping further into the room. "You're still focused. Your skills have improved a great deal. Soon, you'll earn your tattoos."

Yogan hesitated, then glanced at her. "Do you think I should cut my hair?"

Nara raised an eyebrow as she approached, her fingers brushing through his dark locks. "It's customary for male airbender masters to be bald," she said, her tone light. "The only ones allowed to keep their hair are women, and even then, only if they choose. It's part of their ability to attract mates."

"Is that why you didn't cut yours?" Yogan asked, his curiosity genuine.

Nara's smile faltered for a moment, her gaze distant. "When I earned my tattoos, I did cut my hair," she admitted. "But when I left the temple, I let it grow again. I never went back."

Yogan nodded slowly, his dark eyes thoughtful. "I understand. I love your hair," he said, his voice soft as he reached out to touch the silken strands.

Nara looked up at him, her piercing gaze meeting his. The air between them grew heavy with unspoken tension, the silence stretching as they held each other's gaze.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yogan hesitated, then answered with quiet resolve. "Are you my woman now? My paramour?"

Nara's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as she considered his words. "If you want me to be, I will be," she said simply.

Yogan's expression darkened, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. He looked away, his hesitation obvious.

"What is it?" Nara pressed, her voice firm but gentle. "Speak your mind, Yogan. I'm mature enough to handle rejection if you want someone younger."

She rose to her feet, a hint of sadness shadowing her expression.

"No," Yogan said quickly, his voice rising with urgency. "It's not that. Age has nothing to do with it."

"Then what is it?" Nara asked, her tone sharper now, her gaze piercing.

Yogan exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. "I'm a perverted guy," he admitted finally, his voice heavy with shame. "I'm… super horny most of the time, even now. I don't trust myself not to betray your trust—to not look at or sleep with other women."

Nara turned back to him, a smile breaking through her serious expression. "Yogan, I've known you for so long. I understand your desires better than anyone," she said. "If having other women is what you need, it's something I'll accept if I want you."

Yogan stared at her, stunned by her words. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.

The kiss broke after a long moment, leaving both of them flushed and breathless.

"Be my woman," Yogan said firmly, his voice filled with conviction.

Nara smiled, her eyes soft as she replied, "This doesn't change the fact that I'm still your master when it comes to airbending. And I won't go easy on you."

"I never expected you to," Yogan said with a grin.

They kissed again, the tension between them giving way to a deep, shared connection that neither could deny. Separating once again in a dazed state.

"I am really glad we are serious," she said in a breathy voice. She gently caressed her fingers on Yogan's chest.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I will make sure to take great care of you." He gently combed her hair with his fingers.

While she was feeling bashful beside him, seeing this he chuckled and raised her head towards him, Nara was taking heavy breaths as she was inches away from his lips. He was now so close that she could smell his scent, feel his warm breath tickling her skin, And hear his heartbeat beating in sync with her heartbeat.

In the next moment their lips met, He felt The juiciness of her soft rosy lips. He never felt anything like that before and he gently touched her head from behind as they both kissed passionately.

"Yogan... uhm...." She moaned and she pulled him more towards her as she wanted to feel the warmth of his body. Yogan's hand also went towards her waist as he was pulling Nara towards him while they were both kissing each other.

He rested his elbow next to her head to get closer as they kissed. Their bodies were nearly touching each other.

"Let me help you to lose your robe." He whispered in her ear.

She nodded her head while redness could be seen on her face as she permitted him to undress her. Hearing those words he smiled and began to undress her, and the next moment Nara's peerless white jade body appeared in front of his eyes. She was nervously looking towards the other side. While her left hand was covering her pussy and she was trying to cover her large boobs with her right hand and avoiding his gaze.

Seeing this he chuckled and started losing his robes. She wasn't this shy their first time together. Maybe them being actual lovers this time was different from that night. He quickly put the thought at the back of his mind.

In the next moment he approached Nara and laid beside her. He turned her head towards him. This time Nara raised her head and started kissing him, After a few moments later he kissed her neck as he started reaching her bottom. When she noticed that his tongue reached her bottom cheek she started panting heavily and her thighs started squeezing his head.

"Ahhh....mmm" she moaned and grabbed his head, and Yogan started throwing his tongue inside her pussy.

Her pussy started dropping the juices and it became wet. and she was feeling the pleasure around her cave as his tongue was throbbing her vagina.

"Nara are you ready", he whispered to her. She no longer had any thoughts of stopping or resisting and she wanted to do anything he told her to do. her body started feeling the sense of pleasure that she never felt before.

"I am ready," she whispered in his ears.

"I have been ready forever." He inturn whispered.

Hearing those words Nara nodded her head, her heart was throbbing very fast as she opening those legs. She was still feeling shy around him, seeing this he immediately did not put his dick inside her vagina he wanted to make comfortable her.

"Don't worry we will do it slowly. It is our second time together." He said to her seeing that she was afraid to see his dick. It was kind of awkward despite his young age he wasn't the one being all nervous. Perhaps the intimacy of it was new for her even though she had experience.

She looked towards him and she finally opened her legs, but just a crack, slowly directing his right hand into her sweet spot. He teased her bottom lips, not directly entering them. They stared at each other deeply before she finally nodded. Without any more delay, he skilfully began touching her inner lip.

"Yogan... mmm...!", she moaned and grapped the bedsheet very tightly.

The way he moved his fingers made her feel like she was in heaven, Her body was becoming more sensitive as time passed. He finally touched the most sensitive part of her body, he was gently touching the pink small hole. And next moment he put a small tip of his finger in her cave.

"Ahhh... Yogan... mmm…"

He felt as though she had been struck by thunder, her thighs tightly squeezed his hand in place of her cave but his fingers never were still moving on that place, She was moaning very loudly but next second she felt something big touching her. Her gaze went towards the Yogan's dick, he started to rub his dick against her slippery cave.

"Mmmm... Oh, Yogan...." She moaned as his dragon rubbing against her cave at a fast pace making her more wet.

Nara wanted to grab his dragon, who was about to enter her cave, but the next moment, she felt the large dragon peak through her legs.

[A/N: So a few things. Firstly some of you might have noticed that in this story there are two people by the name of Kiva. Well the leader of the Bandits is called Kiva and the chief of Bintan was called Lady Kiva. Honestly I only noticed this when I was reading through the whole first volume. So I have changed the name of the leader of the bandits to Kiya instead. Not much work honestly. Most people didn't complain about it so neither did I so I haven't changed all the old chapters. Secondly as you might have noticed the term 'avatar' has become more of a common usage but not in the way most people would have expected it. Well according to the comments atleast. Raava refers to Yogan as her vessel or as her avatar. I don't know if you noticed it too but obviously it is leading to something. So anyway enjoy the next chapter continuing with the coitus.]

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