Author's Note: I took a page out of one of my favourite author's story and created a 'missing scenes' section. (Complete credit goes to Pearlynn and her amazing work "The Phoenix." The writing here wouldn't be in existence if it wasn't for her riveting creation motivating me to begin my own. Thank You much, Pearlynn.)
Azula lead the tribesman into the dark, her keen eyes slicing through the darkness. She wanted absolute privacy. The Fire Princess walked into the water nearest the rocks, the tide sweeping their footprints off the shore. When they were almost chest deep in the water, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around Sokka's waist, arms encircling his neck and shoulders. Sokka raised his hands to the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up. Azula resumed their kiss, turning up the heat a little. She slipped her tongue into the tribesman's mouth, his eyes popping open in surprise. He moaned slightly, holding her closer to him. The fire bender raised her hands to the sides of his face, roughly wrenching their lips apart.
"Tell me how much you want this, water savage!"
Sokka acknowledged the dangerously pointed nails close to his eyes, but it didn't staunch his desire. He scrunched his nose at her, narrowing his eyes.
"I want it...just as much as you do!" He gripped her thighs tighter, then began sliding his hands upwards.
"You lie! You could never want anything as much as what I do!" she, in turn, latched her lips back to his, kissing deeply. Water was beginning to steam around them, their needs becoming unbearable.
The warrior began walking back to shallower water, finding where the ocean climbed onto the sand. He laid Azula onto her back, coming to rest on his left hip and elbow, raised above her. His right hand traveled up her left side, his thumb dancing around the base of her breast. It rubbed at the edge of the wet cloth, feeling the water shrinking the fabric close to her skin.
"Starting to feel a little bit tight, isn't it?" he ventured underneath the top piece, traveling along her curving flesh.
Azula growled and arched her back in the sand, "Enough with the teasing, you'll do as I say, when I say! Take it off me!"
Sokka gulped but nodded submissively, even though it was too dark to see. He reached both hands underneath her and found the lightly knotted silk tie. Azula smiled as Sokka fumbled with the lace.
"What's wrong warrior, never done this before? You're going to let a bit of red cloth defeat you?"
"No...I just...haven't done this in a while...I'm a little rusty." he was lying through his teeth and Azula knew it.
"Right...well wake me up when you finally get it undone."
After a few sharp tugs, then some lighter pulls, Sokka finally managed to get her top off. He was still unsure of himself, trying to keep his breathing calm. He gulped, knowing full well what might happen tonight. The warrior stilled his nerves, sliding his hand under the silk and over her milky flesh.
Ah spirits! I'm touching her...I'm touching a girl!...I'm touching Azula's chest!
Sokka's caressed her soft mound, easing his fingertips over the beaded tip. Azula raised her knee, dragging her left foot up her right leg. Too long had men looked at her in fear. Too long they cowered away in fear. Sokka was the first brave enough to stand his ground and fully look at her, look at her as the girl she was. He was destined to take an approach, and he would take her tonight! She saw it in a vision!
Azula hummed in approval, smiling deliciously. She took his left hand in her right and placed it at her hip. She eyed his silhouette in the dark sky, then grabbed the back of his head, pushing him forward to kiss her. He took the gesture whole heartedly. It was going to happen, he needed to be brave.
Sokka slid his left hand under her clothing. He felt the silky hair of her centre, drifting downward until his fingertips felt a hot spot of flesh. He broke away for a moment.
"Ohh...you're really warm. You're going to have to calm down if you want me to help you out, Azula," he kissed her lightly.
The fire princess hummed again in approval when he touched her, digging her toes into her calf. She felt like she was going to combust.
"Alright. I'll calm down...but you better quit playing around. I've waited far too long for this!"
The tribesman chuckled quietly, then let his instincts take over. He raised himself up onto his knees, hovering over her body. Taking his right hand, he raised her top out of the way, then lowered his mouth onto her left breast, suckling the pinched flesh with his lips. A pressure built in his middle when he heard her moan aloud. With his left hand, he pushed onward, feeling the small bit of flesh containing bunched nerves. She was still so hot, but the cooling water was starting to equal out.
Sokka's finger tips worked a steady rhythm against Azula's jutting bead of arousal and her warm entrance. He could feel the tension rise in her as he lightly prodded around her edges. Ah Tui...she is sooo smoothe...
Azula arched more into the sand, then maneuvered her legs astride of Sokka's waist. She removed her hands from the back of his neck and put them on his lower back, pushing down. He nestled his pelvis against her, letting her familiarize his weight on her.
Azula could feel his eager body pressing against her inner thigh, her heart beating a tempo in her chest. He leaned down to kiss her, taking his hand from her breast to hook onto the gold ring at her left side, sliding the wet cloth from her hip. Azula grabbed his wrist, holding it still.
"Wait...can you hear that?" the distant sounds of laughter were becoming gradually audible from where they lay. Sokka groaned, laying his head on her stomach and mumbled to himself.
"Figures, people always know the right moment to cock block a guy."
Azula pushed him off and reach behind to tie her top back together. She stood and slid the left side of her swim bottoms back up, "Not this time. No one interferes in MY relations! Come on, get up. We're going somewhere that we can be more private. NO ONE will interrupt us there." She grabbed Sokka by his wrist and hauled him up roughly, leading him back onto the beach, then out onto the entrance road to hail a trolley.
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When they had found lit up carriage waiting by, the couple climbed into the cart, Azula telling the driver where to go. She sat opposite of the warrior, a dark smile creeping across her face.
Sokka sat uncomfortably in his seat, trying to calm his nerves. He had been so close! He put his hands together, rubbing his thumb tips against each other. He tried to concentrate every where but on the girl in front of him. One look from her could shatter him to pieces. The situation was so much easier to deal with when instincts took over, but now when he was confronted with the concept, the tribesman was far more nervous right now than any other time in his life. He saw her cross her legs slowly, resting her hands in her lap. She was so serene in her movements, so in control.
He thought back at all the sailors that had been on their ship when they sailed out for the island. All the stories of woman they told and the things they had done. Back then, he had listened intently, but acted coolly, like he knew exactly what they were talking about. He had imagined himself doing the same things with some mystery girl, but now, when he was here with Azula, he definitely wasn't so confident in himself.
Shit...what if I mess up? She's going to incinerate me to ash if I don't give her what she expects...no...no don't think like that Sokka, me ol mate. You're a grown ass MAN for spirit's sake! You're a Warrior! She WANTS you to conquer her!
He sat straight, composing himself, confidence leveling out. He gave her a mischievous grin, then crossed his arms in front of his chest in completely at ease with himself.
The inferno burning in Azula's stare was still unnerving, and she knew that. She had him under her complete control. She knew he was frightened, he was unsure of himself, but she was not going to allow him to retreat from this. He was hers now, though she did enjoy his egotistical displays.
After a lengthy ride, the were finally making it up the pathway to the family estate. Sokka leaned forward and stared out the window. He knew she was of high birth, but how bloody high?
Azula knew the look well, "This is just a common estate. Most houses are like this in the Fire Nation. Nothing too fancy. Now come, let's go inside."
She stood and gestured for Sokka to climb out, then took his waiting hand at the door. She gracefully emerged and stepped down, then proceeded to lead him to the front. She stopped and turned back to the driver, "Be back here tomorrow, and I will pay you triple wage." The man nodded his head, a knowing smile on his face. He shook the reigns in his hand and the ostrichhorse started off.
Instead of going directly to the doors, she lead him down a path following around the house, and up to a set of doors on the back veranda. The fire bender opened the doors and they walked in. Sokka found himself looking into a large, beautifully decorated room, dimly lit by torchlight. He stood amazed as Azula walked to the back of the room and faced a hallway, the fires of the torches turning blue as she entered. She motioned for him to follow her into the long hallway. He swallowed and nodded, hurrying to catch up to her. They followed the hall until they got to an elaborately carved door, opened it, and stepped into an immense bedroom. HER bedroom. Blue torchlight ignited from the braziers placed around the room, illuminating everything in blue light.
"You know, for a fire bender, you sure associate yourself with many things Blue."
Sokka heard a metallic click behind him, then felt a pair of hands slide onto his sides, her warm body pressing up against him. He tensed as those hands began making their way down his lean stomach, following the V of his waist, thumb tips trailing the line of brown hair from his navel.
Holy and powerful La, give me strength, brother. Let me not fail.
Azula's hands met together at Sokka's waist band, slipping under it without hesitation. The tribesman took a deep breath, concentrating his will to stay calm. He felt her nails drag through his pubic hair, then her fingers encircle him. Azula's eyes glittered with interest, a devilish look in her eyes. "Mmm...some one is excited for the work I have for him. Are you ready, water savage?"
The use of the annoying insult snapped him back to his ego. He grabbed her wrists, turning around to face her, " Oh I'm ready. But the question is, can you handle me?"
He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, then carried her over to the large ornate bed And laying her on her back. He took out his ponytail, letting the hair fall in front of his face, grinning deeply. He put his knees on the bed and crawled on top of her, hovering straddled above. He leaned down and kissed her, his hands sneaking under to untie her top, this time with much more ease. Sokka removed the cloth from her chest, also undoing her hair in the process. It fanned out around her as he looked into Azula's eyes, turned green from the light.
Rocking back on his knees, he hooked his fingers at her own waist band and slid the garment down, over her knees and off her feet, tossing it to the floor. She was completely bare to him, but certainly not vulnerable. Her skin was pure and unblemished, her light coloured nipples beading on top of her soft but perky breasts. She was delicately feminine, but still maintained the dangerous edge. He trailed his eyes to her hips and then the thinly shaped strip of hair nestled between her legs.
The fire princess locked eyes with him, not a trace of fear or uncertainty in her gaze. She delicately rested her hands on her tight stomach. Azula raised and bent her left left, opening up half way for him to get a better sight of her hot flesh.
"Like what you see? Remove your clothes and touch me. Please me, water savage."
Sokka narrowed his eyes at her hungrily, climbing off the bed and slipping his swim trunks off to the floor. He raised an eyebrow and smirked when she looked at him, an approving glint in her eyes. Oh La, that's the look I was waiting for.
Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned down and kissed up her right leg, massaging her delicate foot in his left hand. He could taste the ocean salt clinging to her skin, but it didn't bother him at all. He stuck his tongue to her skin and licked up to her inner thigh. Her core was so hot, steam was rising from her moisture. Sokka blew a tight stream of air onto her bead of flesh protruding out at the end of her hair strip. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, then lowered his mouth to her damp folds, remembering what the sailors had told him. His lips tingled from the heat, but her sweet smell distracted him from the pain. He sucked at her pearl, his tongue swiveling around it, then flicking it experimentally.
Azula smiled widely, bending her other leg up and arching her back. She grasped the bed sheets, clinging tightly as the tribesman continued his ministrations. The air around the room became increasingly warm, sweat beading on Sokka's forehead. Azula looked at him suckling between her legs. She reached down and grabbed his face, forcing him to come up to her. Azula glared at him, need prominent on her face. The warrior grinned knowingly. He crawled up closer, placing his waist adjacent to hers. Using his left hand, he ran two fingers through her moist creases, readying her. He placed one at her hot entrance, then slowly slipped it inside. Azula's mewling emboldened him, and he placed a second finger inside, slowly thrusting back and forth.
"Stop dicking around Sokka!" The water tribesman chuckled, but bowed to her will. He was painfully aroused anyway. He positioned his swelling at her folds, pushing her skin down a bit to make entering her easier. She wrapped her legs firmly around him. Obviously it was her first time, she would need all the ease she could get. He opened her and slid himself inside of her body in one fluid movement, feeling her tightness give away suddenly.
Azula grimaced silently but urged him on, "Ah Agni, give yourself to me, Sokka, now!"
Sokka needed no further urging, sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm. He put his right hand back on her breast, kneading and massaging her soft flesh, his other holding her side. Her moaning and heavy breathing was filling his ears, causing him to pick up the pace. He was rocking their bodies back and forth, pressure building in his stomach, sweat spilling from them in the rising heat.
Azula released the bed sheets, instead, digging her nails into Sokka's shoulder, drawing forth blood. She scrunched her nose in pleasure as he growled out in pain. The sweltering heat suddenly spiked one last time, the torches flaring brilliantly as Azula arched her back. Sokka could feel her hot walls convulsing and contracting around him, triggering his own climax. He pushed deeply into Azula's body, releasing his seed inside of her in long pulses. Finally, the muggy temperature began to fade away as they lay still, enjoying their post-orgasm haze, laboured breathing calming down. But it was short lived as a sharp rapping sounded at the door.
"Azula, are you practicing your fire bending in your room?! The torches erupted and it's absolutely stifling in here. You know better than to practice inside! Go to the designated area if you want to fire bend!"
Sokka's eyes were wide with panic, but Azula simply huffed and got up, making her way to a shower room attached on the left far wall, "Yes, Mother. I'm sorry, I promise not to do it again."
"Good. Thank you, Azula." Sokka listened to footsteps softening down the hallway before following Azula into the room, "I thought you said no one would interrupt?"
She smirked mischievously, "No one interrupted us. We're very punctual here, and we wait for the right time to speak or ask questions."
Sokka's blood ran cold and his pupils shrank to small black dots in his eyes, "So...your mother could've been listening in?"
"Well...we'll never know, will we?"