A/N: All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- spanking (rough)
- cock and ball torture (really mild)
A coup for her brother. A rematch for the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador. And a message for the Avatar.
"Father is waiting for you," she sing songed.
Aang stared at her, his eyes widening in shock.
She struck him a cold smile and he...returned it with a smaller one?
Azula glanced down at herself before cocking an eyebrow at him in disbelief.
The Avatar having an armor kink certainly threw a wrench into her vision of fear and subjugation. She had assumed his fondness was for that one set in particular and had thought nothing of donning a similar, but more detailed and better-fitted suit of armor.
"He already defeated Ozai once he can do it again!" shouted one of his peasant friends, snapping Azula back into the present.
"We'll see about that," said Azula, directing an eye roll towards the Avatar. She stepped back and motioned for her father's forces, in case the Avatar's friends wrongly thought that they could take her down.
"What will you do when I win?" demanded Aang, as he and his friends parried their many opponents.
Azula launched a responding volley of fire before answering, coldly, "If you win, then I suppose I'll just have to murder you a second time and drape you across the throne room as a welcome mat."
Azula sat on the Fire Lord's throne and waited. She didn't bother watching the fight; she already knew who was going to win.
But how like the Avatar to make his death an inconvenience.
Azula tapped her nails against the armrest.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Crossed her legs. Uncrossed them. Sighed, and let her mind drift back to the first time.
It was the Avatar's fault. Of course it was. A princess of her standing would never debase herself by viewing an enemy of her nation in such a light. She had been busy gaining allies, and making preparations to restore her Nation's honor.
He was the one who got aroused.
Why, she wouldn't even have noticed, too focused on their fight, if he hadn't swept her to the ground. Azula was going to counterattack. She had only paused for a moment, not quite comprehending, when the Avatar covered himself with both hands and made his problem all the more obvious.
"I didn't know you felt that way, Avatar," she had mocked.
"It's a natural bodily reaction," he bit back, but his face turned red, and he took a step back when Azula stood up.
She stepped forward, sensing weakness.
He took another step back, too embarrassed to remove his hands.
"Aw," she cooed, and saw his face flush further. "And here I was hoping it was for me."
There was a shift in the air. Azula had felt it before she ended her sentence. He froze and asked in the smallest voice,
"You were?"
Azula felt herself blush despite her best efforts. "Of course not!" she wanted to say, but Azula had waited too long to make a rebuttal, and the silence between them had grown awkward. Thus, she elected to end the conversation with a punctuation of fire instead.
Their next encounter...it was his fault. As usual. The Avatar kept avoiding her gaze and fought not to win but to keep his distance.
Azula teased him with sly wordplay that made him falter in front of his friends. It was fun.
But it wasn't enough.
The teasing words eventually escalated into accidental brushes until Azula had used a moment of privacy in one of their battles to grind against his clothes before his friends caught up, forcing him to battle with a significant disadvantage; only for her to be plagued for nights thereafter with thoughts of going further.
So, with a belly full of butterflies and medical preventatives (taken twice, just in case) Azula alluded to the possibility of intercourse between them. It wasn't a proposition, per se, but his sharp eyes deciphered her meaning quickly.
In all honesty, Azula expected him to decline. The Avatar had skirted around their inappropriate conduct; never addressing, never pushing, but also never rebuffing. Azula was prepared to disguise her offer as just another form of mockery.
She didn't expect him to offer a time and place.
A cave with walls thick enough that no one could hear, filled with just enough light to separate themselves from the shadows.
A fitting place for a secret.
He laid on his back, red-faced and fully clothed with her hands around his throat, control, and was unable to make even a passing glance at her naked lower half.
Azula had decided then that even if she changed her mind, this would be a victory. Proof that the three nation hero was flawed; that their handsome symbol was nothing more than a man.
One of her hands traveled down to his pants. Brushing as it did so many times before at his clothed heat. Azula distracted herself from her thrumming heartbeat by pondering what insult she would say once she saw the Avatar's honor.
She pinched at his threads and then unceremoniously yanked down his garments, the insults dying in her throat.
"You want this," she stated, disbelief coloring her voice as a blush colored her face.
He had scrunched his eyes and nodded, his face more flushed than his cock.
Azula had let out a breath, the sound sharp and drawing the moment into a startling reality.
Was she really going to do this?
Azula rubbed herself against his cock, feeling the warm silken flesh, and she shuddered. Heat pooling between her legs.
Was he really going to let her?
She lined herself up to his cock, and lowered herself until she was wetting the tip. He made a sound as though she had carved her hand through his rib cage and grasped at his lungs.
She froze.
He placed his hands on the top of her knees, not bold enough to touch higher, and breathlessly said, "You don't have to."
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked and he had gripped her in response and defiantly replied, "Do you?"
Azula took in the feeling of his cock, felt his precum between her legs, and her pulse quickened.
He slowly slid his hands up until they rested precariously on her thighs. She didn't push him away.
Azula braced herself and pushed downwards. She had flinched at the initial intrusion but ignored the pain. The first time was supposed to hurt, wasn't it?
"Wait!"
She stilled and glanced down with disbelief.
He was barely inside.
How did others do this?
"If I slide my fingers in, it may be easier," said the Avatar, politely. "May I?"
I'm making a fool of myself, thought Azula before bitterly biting out a, "Go ahead," only to instinctively close her legs when his hands reached towards her opening.
Azula made a show of adjusting the placement of her hands around his neck before clearing her throat and spreading her legs. "Continue."
He pressed his palm against her heat and slowly moved his hand back and forth. Gently massaging her until he grew bolder and began stroking her inner lips with his nimble fingers.
Azula grew wet. Not surprising, considering what they were doing, but it was the first time Aang held evidence of her arousal. He brought his hand back and marveled at the sight, worsening the blush on her face.
"Any time now," she snapped.
Aang pressed his fingers against her entrance. Azula muffled a gasp as he gently pushed.
His finger slid all the way in; feeling all too big and not enough at the same time.
"Whoa," he said in awe.
Azula squeezed his neck. He began to remove his finger and she squeezed harder.
"Put the other one in," she whispered.
Carefully, he slid another finger to join the first.
Azula shuddered.
"Whoa," he repeated.
She could kill him then and there. Her hands were around his neck. He was distracted, but then, so was she.
He wiggled his fingers back and forth and Azula desperately wished she had another pair of hands to muffle her mouth.
As it were, she only had one pair of hands and they did nothing to save her dignity when he spread his fingers and his thumb accidentally brushed against her clit.
"That's enough!" she yelped, when he did it again.
He reluctantly removed his hand and Azula hurriedly pushed herself onto his cock.
Let's see how he likes it.
The Avatar unabashedly moaned as she pushed past the head, but Azula scarcely had the time to bask in her victory.
The Avatar felt good.
Real good.
Like a key fitting into a lock.
She removed one hand to cover her mouth as gravity helped push her down.
There was so much of him.
Her knuckles brushed against her teeth as she stifled a moan.
I should stop, thought Azula, as she sank down, pleasure threatening to defeat her dignity with every bit of cock. Or maybe I should speed up.
She allowed herself a small groan as she slowly but surely stuffed herself full with his cock.
Her thighs were trembling when she finally seated herself. His hands had somehow made it to her hips, and they rested there as Azula focused on disguising her pants.
Then, although a part of her knew it was a myth, Azula pressed her hand against her stomach, trying to feel him.
She uttered the obvious, "You're inside of me," and at that, the Avatar let out a loud, heartfelt moan, and bucked.
Neither of them had lasted very long the first time, recalled Azula with dry amusement. She rubbed her palms against the armrests and frowned at the entrance way.
Sokka. The other boy besides her brother. Didn't Ty Lee say he was cute? She could—
No.
He had a girlfriend, and even if he survived the battle and was amiable to such an arrangement afterwards…he was the Avatar's companion. A downgrade from the Avatar himself.
Azula sighed. Perhaps her father will arrange a marriage for her. Someone reasonably competent. Both in and out of the bedroom.
But would they be better than her Avatar?
Azula tightened her grip on the armrests and glared at the double doors.
The Avatar. He wasn't hers, and it had to end this way eventually. There were no alternatives—
The door burst open.
"Aang?"
The Avatar stood in the doorway and paused just long enough for his eyes to linger on her form.
"Your father's alive," he said before turning his back to her.
She could strike him down with lightning in an instant.
How many times will I have to kill you before you stay dead?
"My father?" Asked Azula as her hands stayed gripped to the armrest.
He raised his arms and barred the doorway with slabs of earth. "He has a broken leg and no bending but other than that he's fine."
He turned back towards her and made a beeline to the throne.
There's hardly a scratch on him, noted Azula with barely suppressed pride. She tried to flex her fingers but found herself rooted.
Shock? Is that why I can't move? she wondered as he stepped closer.
Aang stood in front of her, and Azula found that she could not tear her eyes away.
"Why are you here?" She asked, relieved that at least she still had her voice.
His soothing voice did not make an appearance. Instead, he moved to cradle Azula's face in his hand, and she found herself a statue.
His thumb stroked her cheek. The small movement alighting every one of her senses.
He opened his mouth. Paused. Hesitated. Looked down. Then back up.
"Do you want me to spank you over the Fire Lord's throne?" He asked.
That's not what you were going to ask, thought Azula, but while she hadn't planned to play out this particular fantasy of hers...there was no reason why they shouldn't.
It wasn't the first time they had had sex after a battle while their respective forces recuperated; and if the Avatar was half the goody-goody he was purported as and he didn't mind, then surely Azula couldn't be blamed for following in his moral footsteps.
Besides, defeat felt so much better with an afterglow.
Armor discarded, Azula stretched herself across his lap; the throne more cramped than she expected.
She tried to contort herself into a more comfortable position and he amused himself with kissing and caressing every swath of naked skin that came within reach.
"Do you mind?" Snapped Azula.
He mouthed at a spot down the side of her rib in response.
"Aang," she squirmed as he moved his mouth lower down, seemingly chasing every ticklish spot she had.
He reluctantly withdrew his mouth and Azula wasted no time in pulling his robes off.
"Here," he said, chucking his pants off to join the rest of his garments and items on the palace floor.
Azula finally positioned herself until her chin was pinning his arm to the armrest and her ass raised high enough to make her glance at the barred doors in fear of being caught in such an embarrassing display of wantonness.
"Get on with it," she said, feeling heat creep up her neck.
Azula stiffened as she felt him splash cold water on her buttocks.
"You want it to hurt, right?" He asked, kneading her now wet skin.
"Yes," she said, flexing as she felt him blow a stream of cold air over her cheeks.
Azula yelped as he brought his arm down without warning, striking her with enough force to lurch her forward and brush her sensitive tits against the unforgiving metal throne.
"Too much?" He asked.
Pacifist, my ass, thought Azula with venom. That hurt!
She sucked in a breath, taking stock of the pain radiating in the shape of his handprint.
"No," she said, burying her face back into the crook of his arm.
"No, not too much or no, as in you want me to stop?"
Azula glared at the tattoos marking his arm. "No, as in not too much. Continue."
He struck the same cheek.
Azula gritted her teeth not because of the pain but for the lack of it.
"We've established that I like this," said Azula, becoming momentarily distracted by his bicep. She pressed her face closer, feeling the muscle underneath, and sighed.
The peasant wouldn't do. There was something far too erotic about drawing out the Avatar's power.
Azula idly licked along a vein on his arm as Aang grappled with his emotions.
"What if I hurt you in a bad way?" he asked, sounding far too fragile for her liking.
She placed a feather-light kiss on the inside of his elbow and said, "I can stop you. Remember?"
How could you forget?
A loud slap echoed in the otherwise silent room.
The water makes it hurt more, noted Azula, her tits rubbing against his leg as she categorized the new sunburst of pain along her ass.
You can do better.
She nipped at a ligament, and he drew his arm back; striking down on the same spot and drawing out a yelp.
Azula gingerly moved back into position, her ass burning after only two strokes.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck before resuming. Laying blow upon blow on the same cheek in a dauntless pattern.
If she was half as theatrical as her brother, Azula might have thought of the spanking as retribution. The soreness in her pussy, the hickeys around her breasts, his symbol burnt into her bush, and now the bursts of pain against her ass; the spanking she was willingly debasing herself to over her father's throne no less. All of it could be construed as self-inflicted punishment.
Azula covered her teeth with her lips and jammed her mouth over his muscular arm; determined not to make another sound even as she began squirming over his lap.
Aang cupped his hand, peppering in a blow that skimmed her skin and curled upwards; making her bottom jiggle before the pain settled in and burned like red hot coal.
Azula knew that in her case it had nothing to do with the world outside of their shared moments. It was selfish; a selfishness they allowed each other.
It felt good. His hand striking her ass like a branding iron. The adrenaline mixed with hormones and tinged with shame as she willingly let him mark her ass.
The Avatar is spanking me, thought Azula with a flush of heat. She closed her eyes and focused on the steady thrumming of his hand against her skin until she lost all sense of time.
Azula was aware of the drool spilling past her mouth. Of blinking back tears as his palms steadily rapped against her skin. Half her backside was a myriad of pain. A burning canvas.
She felt him pause and slide his hand up between her thighs, brushing past her arousal, and wiping the sticky liquid on his bare knee.
Her body was trembling.
Aang gently rubbed his palm in circles against her sore ass, creating sweet, torturous friction, and Azula quietly wept in his arm.
He only struck one cheek, leaving the other untouched, for the moment, and it made the heat emanating from his spanking all the more pronounced.
She turned her sobs into a groan and removed her mouth from his arm to press a kiss against the drool lined spot.
"Continue," she rasped, before swallowing and adding in a near whisper, " please ."
Azula gasped as the Avatar pinched a no doubt crimson cheek.
She shifted on his lap, turning to look over her shoulder, but he quickly twisted his arm to lock her head in place.
"Not yet, Princess," murmured Aang, while softly caressing goosebumps into the back of her neck with one hand and brutally kneading her asscheek with the other.
Azula huffed then moaned as he took a handful of her ass and slowly began to squeeze.
She felt his teeth graze her burning skin and then she was screaming the last of her breath as he bit down. She squirmed despite herself, her body trying to get away from the sharp pain, and the small movement only made her ass throb with more pain. He sucked, once, twice, before slowly lifting his head and calmly bringing his hand down on the same spot in a light, stinging slap.
"Good?" he asked, giving the back of her neck a comforting squeeze.
Azula nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak as she felt herself drip dishonor over the throne.
Aang reached around and moved Azula until she was straddling his thigh. Her ass, a constant ache. He held her face in his hands and wiped her eyes while slowly rocking his leg.
"You're a tease," grumbled Azula, feeling far more shame for having tears in her eyes than for receiving a spanking over her father's throne.
Aang moved his hands down until they were supporting her breasts and he flicked her sore nipples side to side with his thumbs, making her twitch, but he didn't answer her.
She watched as he steadily rocked his leg against her wet heat and cradled her breasts. The movement made her wince due to the throbbing pain that shot up her ass from the slight movement, and to the way he was expertly manipulating the tender canvas of her breasts.
He moved his thumbs to trace the spiral path of hickeys with the flat of his nail before returning to her protruding nipples.
He blew cool air across her sensitive nibs just as he heatedly grinded his leg against her, and even Azula would admit that the sound that escaped her mouth sounded suspiciously close to a mewl.
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
That was the last straw.
Azula reached for his cock—
"No," said the Avatar, switching to bouncing his leg while continuing to methodically flick and rub her tits.
Azula turned her pout into a snarl midway. "Why not?" she demanded, "You're at least partially aroused. Is something wrong with your penis? Are you—" she hissed as he changed back from bouncing to rocking, "Are you less of a man?"
"It's called patience, Princess," he said, nonplussed, and decided to bounce her higher on his thigh in-between rocks.
Azula moved to balance herself but Aang shook his head and blew her hands back down. He pinched her nipples between his fingers.
"I want an explanation," she said as she felt herself near the edge of an orgasm and Aang switched into a slow rock peppered with small, circular bounces.
He dragged his nails across the tips of her nipples and used them to pull her closer.
Azula silently spilled over his thigh and felt his hands move to hold her face.
What are you thinking, Aang? thought Azula as she saw him wear a familiar yet obscure expression.
She cleared her throat and the Avatar handed her his water pouch which she gulped from with a glare. "Answer me."
He cocked his head to the side. "Not everyone can come multiple times," he explained before adding, "And I like coming inside of you."
A pity, thought Azula, staring at his engorged cock. She handed the water pouch back to him and assessed her sore and tender bottom, wincing as she moved.
"Do the other one," she demanded.
He nodded, a lovely blush blossoming across his face, and guided her until she mirrored her earlier position.
He pressed his left hand against her left cheek.
"I want it to be even," he explained, his voice tight.
Azula simply pressed her mouth against a new spot on his arm.
Aang took a swig of water before pouring the rest down her back, watching the rivulets form against the patchwork of hard muscle and soft skin of her back before running across her gorgeous ass and dripping down into her crack.
He was grateful that he had brought an extra water pouch.
Perhaps it will be enough to convince her to stay, thought Aang.
The trailed his finger after a droplet and pinched the very edge, where crimson met the back of her upper thigh.
Azula flexed. The motion caused her ass to jiggle slightly.
This is wrong, thought Aang as he lowered his head to lap at the recently made bite mark.
He shouldn't be keeping secrets from his friends. He shouldn't be fucking their enemy.
But, Aang amended as he pressed a kiss against the mark and raised his hand, they would understand eventually.
He felt Azula frown against his arm, and quickly brought his hand down.
He'd just have to settle for persuading her to linger.
His palm skirted the edge of her ass and Azula contemplated biting a tendon.
He brought his hand back and gave quick shallow slaps with his fingers, doing not much more than jiggling the flesh.
She withdrew her mouth to scold him and that was when he struck.
Airbending, realized Azula, as a vicious slap had her jolt forward with a surprised squeak, He's using airbending to increase the strength and speed.
Aang went back to his quick shallow slaps as Azula analyzed the new sensation.
This pain is sharper , decided Azula, harder to ignore. She tensed and he struck again.
Azula grit her teeth to keep from shrieking. That had to be a bruise, she thought, and she twisted only for Aang to grab her chin and begin wailing into her ass.
She panted as he swung his arm down again and again. Each slap catching the other just as the pain started to fade away.
Fresh tears pricked at the edge of her eyes so she moved to rest her forehead on his arm, the movement requiring her to lift her ass and rewarding her with another vicious slap.
He paused to cup her asscheek, lifting the flesh before letting it drop down.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked calmly before repeating the motion with her other cheek.
Azula opened her mouth to answer only for him to place his thumb in her mouth and tickle the bottom of her chin.
"Answer me like a kitten," he said.
Azula refused to make a sound. The Avatar massaged her ass, seemingly unbothered. Saliva gathered in her mouth. She swallowed, only for him to press his thumb further into her mouth until it was pinning her tongue down.
"Do you want to suck—" he began only for Azula to softly whimper and turn his words into a gulp.
She wrapped her hands around his wrist and hummed, snapping him out of his reverie.
"Do you want to suck my thumb," he continued, "or shake your ass?"
Azula pretended not to hear him as she slowly heated up her hands while massaging his arm.
She maneuvered her mouth to nip at the fold of skin between his thumb and forefinger before removing his thumb from her mouth and turning to meet his glazed expression with a knowing look.
"That's quite the fantasy, Avatar."
"It's not a specific one of mine," he protested, clenching his jaw and drawing Azula's attention towards his jawline.
She pounced. Wrapping her still warm hands around his neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck, her teeth grazing against his racing heartbeat.
"What are the specific ones then, Aang," she whispered before nibbling the shell of his ear.
He opened his mouth. There. That same hesitation.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. His cock twitching as it pressed against her mound.
The words, What were you going to say? warped around her tongue as Aang brought his hands further down and gripped her tender ass.
She felt him shiver as she squirmed against him, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest.
"What—"
Her words died in her throat as his hands burned.
Azula dug her nails into the side of his neck as she howled into his shoulder.
"Tell me when to stop," he said.
She raked her nails down the nape of his neck in response.
"Azula," he hissed, his hands growing hotter.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"What would your father say—"
"Stop."
She shuddered against him. Her juices once more staining the throne, the Fire Lord's throne.
"I told you not to mention my family," she growled.
"Too much?" he asked, dropping his hands.
Azula looked down at herself and blinked in surprise. Her ass was sore, almost crimson in color, and she would no doubt have to practice walking and sitting without wincing for the next week, but it wasn't a blistered mass of raw and bleeding flesh. Even his hand prints were only as dark as the bite marks.
It was perfect. He was perfect.
Azula rested her forehead on his shoulder and resisted the urge to scream.
"Too much?" he asked again. She shook her head, utterly spent. To add insult to injury, he was still erect; his cock a hot and heavy pole pressed in between them.
He handed her another water pouch and she took a sip, more to appease him than to quench a thirst, and watched as he methodically kneaded the salve into her tender bottom.
He had to have a harem. Never mind how improbable. It was the only explanation.
"Have you done this before?" she asked, keeping her tone light and her expression disinterested.
His brows knitted in confusion. "I've spanked you before," he answered while moving his hands to cool the liquid with waterbending.
"Anyone else?"
"No. Why?"
"Simply making conversation, Avatar." she stretched his title and watched his face carefully. He was remarkably easy to read and yet surprisingly difficult to get information out of. Azula could tell by the way he shyly snuck a peek at her boobs that his mind was still stuck on her question about his specific sexual fantasies, but she couldn't push him into answering until he was ready.
That didn't mean she couldn't push at all.
She grasped his cock, causing his breath to hitch, and slowly circled her thumb against the glistening head.
"Tell me what you like, Avatar," she demanded, pressing his hand against her breast and wincing at the soreness. He moved to withdraw his hand but she held him still and trailed her hand down his shaft.
Azula groaned in approval when Aang brought his other hand up and lightly scratched at the hickeys spiraling across her breasts. She dropped her other hand to join the one on his shaft, wrapping both hands around his cock, and tried to start some semblance of a rhythm.
He pinched her nipples.
Her rhythm faltered.
He alternated between flicking and pinching her nipples until they were perking against his chest.
She stubbornly squeezed and stroked his cock in response, releasing more precum, until her hands grew slick. She wiped them against his chest before reaching upwards and firmly holding his face in place. Her eyes bored into his. She waited. His cock rubbing against her.
"I like seeing my marks on you," he whispered at last, dropping her gaze.
It was simply unfair .
Azula laughed loudly, the slight hoarseness to her voice making the sound all the more inappropriate.
"I gathered as much," she mused, curling against his chest.
I can't have him.
But she didn't want the moment to end just yet.
Azula pressed her teeth back against his neck, feeling his pulse quicken, and lapped at the area with her insistent tongue before moving to mouth at his collarbone. "You're quite fond of symmetry as well," she said, feeling steady dewdrops of precum drape across her stomach, and lacking the desire to care.
He stiffened. She went for the kill.
"I'll admit, you look good on my father's throne."
He came silently, his cum splattering against her, and Azula lingered on his blissful expression before dropping her gaze down to herself in disgust. The Avatar's cum was starting to drip down and join her mess on the seat, another stain to add to the throne, and she moved to wipe it away—
He battered her hands away, still unable to meet her gaze, and began massaging his cum into her skin.
"Pervert," she said, watching his face turn red.
Azula couldn't mark him where others may see, so she drifted her hands downwards, over the crevasses of his hip.
"I don't understand why you like being hurt," he keened as she trailed her nails over his v lines.
She scoffed. Her eyes flickering between his face and his softening cock.
"You don't hit that hard," she said, highly aware that moments like this, where they talk to each other between rounds, were likely responsible for her father's second defeat.
"Still," he said, stretching his arms.
Azula shifted to the side and gently pet his cock. Contemplating.
This is the last time.
"Do you want me to show you?" she asked, not looking up.
She heard him swallow.
"You wouldn't like physical force," she said, feeling him relax.
"I wouldn't like a spanking?" teased Aang.
She pinched his cockhead in response and made him jolt.
"If you must call it that," she said, casually ignoring his glare.
"Mean," he replied, reaching down to drag his fingers through her curls and creating a small flame along his fingertips to catch any hairs he missed the first time he brazenly burned the arrow into her pubic hair.
It was Azula's turn to have her glare be ignored.
She pressed her hand against his balls, categorizing the differences in texture and tension in them when his dick was soft.
She cupped them, letting his ballsack sway on her palm.
"I think you'd like it if I used my nails here," she mused.
"Yes."
Azula froze. He had agreed far too quickly. "You'll let me castrate you?"
"No," he huffed, "And I know you won't."
"Do you now?"
He sighed into her hair and closed his eyes.
"We are enemies," pointed out Azula, and then, when she didn't receive a reply, added, "I could permanently end the future of Air Benders."
"I trust you," mumbled Aang without opening his eyes.
Azula did not want to think about trust, about Aang's words, about the fact that she had lost control over this…relationship between them without realizing.
His body was warm, soft and firm in all the right places. Perfectly molded against her in some form of cruel cosmic irony.
Azula bit her lip, he even smelled good , and lazily palmed his cock with her other hand. His testicles began to swell as she continued to play with his prick.
She lifted his balls away from his body and cock, and felt his arm slowly snake around her waist. She tapped her nails lightly on them. His arm tightening around her in response. "Look at me or I'll stop," she said.
He glared, the effect diminished by his dilated pupils.
"You're quite warm for an airbender," continued Azula, nonchalantly, as she tickled her sharp nails against his sensitive nether region. "Don't you agree, Aang?"
He let out a deep breath of air that ruffled her hair, and squeezed her closer to him.
Azula tutted and slowly closed her hand around his balls.
"That's good," he said, after a certain point where Azula was holding his balls tight enough to see the slivers of veins lining the delicate equipment.
She gradually pressed her nails into the tender skin until she felt the Avatar shiver. She paused, drew her nails down, scraping them along his balls, and feeling him jolt in response. Azula pressed herself closer to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart quicken as she brought her hand back to the underside of his balls and tickled the sensitive area with the tips of her nails.
She slowly dragged her nails towards his taint, pinching the flesh and hearing him whine, before drawing them back towards her and continuing upwards along his shaft until she reached his knob.
His heart beat louder.
"You have a very nice chest," commented Azula and she swiped her nail along his sensitive slit, feeling his cock jump in response. "Firm and soft, you'd make a terrible sword," she said, slowly repeating the gesture.
"You like my sword," he said, breathless and disobedient.
Azula balanced the tip of her nail on the tip of his cock.
The Avatar held his breath.
She pushed down until the smallest point of her nail was in his slit and then she wiggled it through the bubbling precum.
"There," she said as his cockhead twitched and drooled, "Do you understand now?"
He moaned into her skin.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said, withdrawing her nail and moving to bite his earlobe.
"Care to return the favor?"