Jesus, this chapter ended up way longer than I intended it to. I really need to get better at getting to the damn point Dx Anyway, here we get finals week ending and while Zuko and Azula get to celebrate, a quite uncomfortable surprise is coming their way. Hope y'all like this one despite the length, comments always welcome, and the next one will (probably) not be as long. Until next time.
No Secret Stays Secret
Azula x Zuko
M for some smutty smut
No ownership by me, all credit to the creators of the Avatar universe.
Looking at the mystifying letters scratched across the page, Zuko felt sure that his head was going to explode as he pushed his brain to think. All the studying he had done felt completely useless, the text looking like they were drawn in a completely different character set than he was used to.
'Fuck, I don't get it,' he thought to himself, a sense of complete defeat passing through his mind. He had managed to somehow get through most of the questions, skipping the ones he was less sure of to focus on more certain ones. Normally he would be content with what he felt would be at the very least a C on the exam, knowing he had done enough to pass the class.
But Azula had made it clear that the best mark possible was pretty much the only acceptable outcome, a thought that made him grumble in defeat. 'There is no way I'm going to get an A on this mess. Fucking Azula, always assuming everything should be as easy for everyone else as it is for her,' he griped to himself. His sister had always been annoyingly perfect, looking down on anyone who struggled with things that came easily to her.
Which was more or less everything she tried.
Though he had to admit that her desire for perfection had always pushed him past what he thought were his limits, forcing him to try harder than he otherwise would to try and keep up. It would not be fitting for the older brother to simply be shown up by his younger sister, after all.
The week had gone mostly smoothly, but he just knew that the last one, the dreaded linear algebra, would be the main hurdle to get past. His prideful side had pushed him to sign up for it, knowing that Azula would be taking it next year, a year faster than he had gotten to it. Even she had advised him against it, knowing it was not a requisite for his chosen degree.
'What a joke,' he thought, scoffing at his natural stubborn streak, always trying to do what people told him not to do. He really needed to get better at listening to people's advice, to save him from headaches like this one. 'Maybe I should have just taken like an art class or something.' That was one thing he was most definitely better than her at, another non-practical skill.
As though his thoughts had somehow affected real life, he felt the buzzing of his phone's vibration in his pocket. Casting a few glances around the classroom to make sure nobody was looking, especially the professor, he pulled the phone out. Making sure to keep it as on the down low as possible, he swiped to access the phone, a smile tugging at his lips in spite of himself as he saw Azula's name on the sole notification.
'I really should have just turned it off during the test,' he lectured himself, tapping to open the ever expanding conversation between the two of them. His eyes widened as his mind began to spin at the image that flashed on the screen.
There glowing in front of his eyes was the object of so much of his affection, white blouse unbuttoned nearly totally, save for a sole dot of plastic near her waist. The top of the shirt was held slightly open, red painted fingers trailing teasingly between her breasts. Bare suggestions of the pink of her nipples peaked out from the twin edges of white fabric. A wicked yet playful smirk curled across blood red lips, invitation for him to enjoy her body emanating from the image.
[Finally done with finals, just not done with you 3 ]
'She really does this on purpose. Where did she take this,' he wondered, noticing the distinct appearance of a classroom around her. Surely she didn't just pop open her shirt in the middle of the busy classroom.
But Zuko knew that was just the kind of thing Azula would do if it struck her fancy.
Zuko felt his cheeks flush, blood surging through his entire body. Shifting his eyes around the class once more, he clicked out a quick message in response.
[Almost done, but this test is kicking my ass]
Nearly instantly a very solemn face flashed across the screen, the type of disapproval only Azula seemed truly capable of. Golden eyes had narrowed distinctly, lips pursed into an even line bordering on a frown. Ebony bangs hung loosely around her cheeks,
[That studying we did was NOT for nothing, ZuZu. Just calm down and get it done]
A command more than a suggestion, the words left Zuko blinking dumbly. He had to fight to keep himself from chuckling out loud, clicking out another brief message.
[Thanks Zula. Love you, I'll see you soon]
Settling the phone back in his pocket he closed his eyes, taking a deep calming breath before setting his attention back on the exam. Taking his time to properly think about the problems listed on the paper, he found himself recalling the things they had studied spring to the front of his mind.
He would have to thank Azula for helping him see sense, to keep him from just thinking himself in circles and wasting time and energy for nothing.
With some luck, he managed to scratch out his final answer just in time for the professor to signify that the test was ending. Murmurs of irritation and relief sounded from the students around the classroom. Zuko simply sighed in relief, gathering up his things to prepare to head home.
Remembering that Azula had replied to his last message, he pulled the phone from his pocket as he slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder.
[I love you too, dum dum. Just hurry home, I'm quite hungry]
A heavy chuckle escaped his lips as he could practically hear the smugness in her words even through the digital text.
Before he could reply, a message from Sokka popped up on the screen.
[Dude, finals are oooverrrrrr. Thank God. This calls for drinks, you in?]
Zuko thought for a minute if he should hang out with Sokka and the rest of their friends, feeling like celebration was indeed called for. But as the image of Azula flashed in his mind, his answer was pretty much made for him.
[Sorry buddy, I'll have to take a rain check. Maybe tomorrow?]
[Man, you and this girlfriend of yours, when are you going to introduce us?] Since the time Azula had more or less interrupted his lunch time hang out with his friends, Sokka had been nagging Zuko about the mysterious girlfriend.
Part of him wanted to just go through with it to get things over with, let them all freak out and yell at him or whatever they were going to do, then let whatever happened happen. But he wasn't quite ready for that just yet. He knew Katara most of all was going to pretty much eviscerate him over the matter, Sokka's sibling always taking everything as a personal affront even if it didn't necessarily involve her.
[One day, I promise. I do have some personal celebrating to do first, so I'll be sure to make time for you guys tomorrow.] Zuko left the meaning apparent in what he said, smiling despite himself as his desire to get home intensified.
[Ooooooh, I get you. Maybe you can bring her tomorrow so we can make sure to warn her about you lol]
[You're such a dick. We've known each other for a while so I think she knows me pretty well by now]
[Well, I'll be sure to let everyone know you'll be available tomorrow, and think about bringing the mystery girl, okay? Not fair to keep secrets from your friends]
[I'm just worried you guys won't get along] Understatement of the century. Azula and Suki had never really gotten along too well, for some reason neither would really go into. He and Sokka had pondered over it on occasion, but neither could come up with a suitable explanation.
[How could she not, people love me] Zuko had to roll his eyes at Sokka's endless confidence, a quality he wished he had even a little bit of.
[I think Jet would disagree with that]
[That doesn't count. He's just mad I saw through his playboy act and tried to keep him from hooking up with Katara]
Zuko could definitely relate to disliking that aspect of Jet's personality, chuckling at just how similar his and Sokka's experience with the smooth talking boy had been.
[Tried, being the key word there]
[Low blow, man. He hooked up with your sister too if I remember right]
[Not something I want to think about]
[Hahaha. Sorry, man. Props for putting him in his place like that though, it was pretty satisfying to hear]
[Glad to be of service?]
[I don't really see how he could be into Azula though. She's hot and everything but she's kind of a bitch, no offense] Zuko's eyes narrowed as he read the demeaning text, his indignation taking over and threatening to make him say something he would probably regret. Taking a deep breath, he forced a calm demeanor before replying.
[She's really changed, you know?] he thought back to just how much progress she had made in their time living together, and it shifted the anger over Sokka's reply to a comforting warmth. Sure, she still had moments of just being a rather difficult person to be around, but she had most definitely made strides in that department.
[So I've heard. I haven't really spent any time with her so I can't judge. She kind of scares me, and you know Suki doesn't like her]
[Has she ever told you what that's all about?]
[No. You guys are so alike when it comes to keeping secrets, it sucks]
[Not like it's life altering or anything, is it?]
[It could be.]
[You're being overdramatic]
[Says the most melodramatic person I've ever met]
[You wanna fight, don't you?]
[Just being honest. You've gotten a lot better, but you have to admit you can be kind of moody sometimes]
[You know I hate when you're right. But at least I never wore a dress]
[That was ONE time.]
[If you say so]
[Dude, you're so going to get punched]
[That would be the first time from you]
[It's so on, tomorrow, buddy. Say your prayers]
[I'm shaking in my boots] When Sokka had learned some martial arts from Suki, she had made sure to make the experience as genuine as possible, right down to the uniforms they wore, which always embarrassed him when it got brought up. Once he had gotten a bit confident in his skills, Sokka challenged Zuko, knowing the older boy had more experience (and that he wouldn't need to wear a dress).
Beating him was a bad move for Zuko's peace of mind, as it caused Sokka to eternally seek any excuse for the two to spar.
[God, you're such an ass]
[I have my moments.] As Zuko sent the last message, he found himself approaching the apartment he shared with his sister, stopping to send out one more response. [Anyway man, I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow. Say hi to everyone for me]
[Yeah, yeah. You better be there tomorrow. And bring the mystery girl]
[No promises]
Putting the phone in his back pocket, Zuko made his way inside, his footsteps picking up with each stair towards the cozy apartment. As he entered the apartment, he noticed Azula sitting on the sofa, eyes fixated lazily on the television screen, arms crossed over her chest.
"I'm home," he replied evenly, brow quirking upwards a bit as he got no response. Setting his bag on the floor near the sofa before removing his jacket, he made to sit next to his sister. A sense of apprehension filled him as he approached her, a distant look on her face. "Azula?" he questioned, the soft fabric of the seat bunching underneath him.
"Yes, I see that you're home, Zuko," she nearly sneered at him, a barely held sense of irritation beneath her words.
"What's wrong Zula?" he asked, watching as she turned her head squarely away from him.
"Nothing is wrong. I certainly didn't need you to let me know you were on your way home," Zuko blinked at her blunt response, the meaning obvious.
'She's so cute sometimes,' he thought to himself, slinging his arms around her shoulders with a warm smile on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be waiting up, but if it helps I did come straight home after class."
He watched as she slightly turned her face back towards him, but still kept her focus on the window to her left. Feeling his gaze shift to the whisper of a glimpse of her narrow jaw, Zuko felt the urge to pull her close and just kiss her. But he could tell she was going to make it hard for him, so he would have to play her game.
Shifting his body to lean against the back of the sofa, he tensed his arms, pulling her slender body closely to his, her back pressed against his chest. Leaning his head down a bit, he kissed the top of her head, the scent of her shampoo wafting upward into his nostrils. The soft pressure of her body against his sent a surge of warmth through him, playfully nuzzling his nose against her neck.
"And what do you think you're doing?" she shot back, trying to keep the tough facade going. Her instincts were at war, wanting to just cuddle into him, to burrow herself into his strong warmth, but enjoying teasing him just a bit.
"Just enjoying my wonderful sister's company. How did you do on your exams today?" he asked gently, whispering softly in her ear. The grin on his face grew a bit as he felt the subtle shudders coursing through her body.
"Hmph. Of course they were simple, only a matter of waiting for the official notice of perfect scores," Azula replied, her voice cool and even in tone, signifying that it was indeed only natural. A matter of fact.
"I should have known. I'm so proud of you," Zuko answered honestly, pride swelling in his chest as he pulled her body more firmly against his. A small snicker passed through his lips as he felt her lean more heavily against him, his legs spreading slightly to allow her to more comfortably sit in his lap.
"What's so funny?"Azula asked, a subtle wiggle to her butt as she nestled herself securely against Zuko.
"Nothing," he lied, lowering his arms to wrap them around her narrow waist.
"Don't you dare lie to me," she shot back, pressing herself firmly against his groin. "I can make things quite difficult for you right now." A spark of color flared across her cheeks as she felt his manhood begin to stir against her ass.
"You're just so cute sometimes. But you really should just be honest. I didn't think you'd need me to let you know I was on my way home for a 10 minute walk."
"I told you I don't need to keep track of your every movement," she was feeling the facade about to slip completely, her body responding to the subtle grinding of her body against his.
"Never said that you did," he added, loosening his arms around her waist to allow his thumbs to trace small circles against her hips through her white t-shirt. "And I was just about to respond, but Sokka texted me, and we kind of went back and forth for a little bit."
"Oh, so I was sidelined by your little boyfriend," Azula played up the indignant tone of her voice, a small pang of pain squeezing her chest. She knew it wasn't true, that Zuko would never just blow her off, but that annoying, taunting voice whispered the painful 'what if…'
As though he could hear that annoying voice echoing in her head, Zuko held her firmly in place, resting his chin on her shoulder, putting the pair cheek to cheek. "Never. Just got lost in conversation. He's really getting pushy about meeting my "mysterious" girlfriend."
"Is he now?" Azula questioned, leaning back fully against his chest as she ground herself against his growing erection. "And why is it that you never want me to hang out with you while your friends are around?"
"You know why," he replied, feeling his breathing begin to quicken with the subtle rolling of her hips against him.
"Just because I can't stand that tramp, Sokka's girlfriend?"
"Something like that. It defeats the purpose of hanging out and trying to have a good time when it will inevitably turn into a fight."
"You have so little faith in me." Azula felt the twinge of pain in her heart increase in intensity, the voice of self doubt growing in volume seemingly with every word. Her movements against his crotch ceased, and she felt an intense panic begin to creep up.
"I have every faith in you, Zula. You know that. But I know it wouldn't be a good time for you, and I want your free time to be relaxing," he explained, once more placing his arms fully around her stomach, trying to somehow project his internal warmth out towards her.
"I'm perfectly capable of enjoying my time around people I can't stand," she replied, melting into him a bit as she tried her best to silence the taunting voice in her mind.
"Well," Zuko began, remembering what he and Sokka had talked about a short time prior, "I made plans to hang out with Sokka tomorrow, and he did tell me to bring "the mystery girl", so you've already been invited."
Zuko's heart pounded in his chest, the offer to essentially out their relationship now out in the open, unable to be taken back. By the tenseness of Azula's body in his grasp, he could tell she had realized exactly that. The pressure on his groin shifted as she turned to gaze at him as best as she could in their position, her lustrous amber eyes shimmering in the light that glowed from the ceiling.
"Do you mean it?" she asked, uncharacteristically hesitant.
"I… I do. It's kind of getting annoying keeping it a secret," he began, the nervousness causing his words to catch in his throat for a moment. "And I want to be able to just go out and do things with you without worrying whether or not people will catch us."
"But what will your precious friends think?" Azula questioned, her heart swelling in her chest as the words spilled out. She knew that possibly more than their mother and uncle finding out, their relationship becoming common knowledge among his friends was the thing that gave him the odd nightmare caused by panic.
"I think… if they're really my friends, they'll understand, even if they don't like it," he spoke, his voice cracking a bit. "Maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part, but there's something I need you to know."
"I'm all ears."
"You're the most important person in the world to me, Azula, and I know you've felt like I'm hiding you from people, so I'm sorry."
Azula felt the stinging heat of tears begin to well in her eyes, her stomach churning with warmth as his words hung heavily in her ears.
"You really mean it, don't you?"
"I'm hurt you have any doubt about that," he said jokingly, earning a soft nudge from her elbow.
"Yes, you seem completely broken up about it."
"But I do have one question before that though."
"I can safely guess what you're about to ask."
"Why do you hate Suki so much?"
"I don't hate her, per se," Azula replied, a sigh escaping her lips at having guessed the question he was going to ask. It wasn't the first time he had asked her about it, but she had always deflected the inquisitive remarks. But now that he had upped the ante, she couldn't very well refuse him at this moment. "I just don't like the look in her eyes."
"The color blue? But for the most part you and Katara can coexist."
"Not the color, dum dum," she rolled her eyes at his naivete. It was impossible to not wonder if he was so clueless on purpose sometimes. "It's the look in her eyes."
"I don't get it. She doesn't ever seem to be in a bad mood or anything, she always looks pretty happy."
"It's the way she looks at you, Zuko," Azula replied, feeling a gnawing irritation in her gut as she recalled the last time she had really spent any time around Sokka's girlfriend.
"How does she look at me?"
"You can't be this naive," she muttered, extricating herself from his lap. As she came to a stand, she lifted the shirt over her head, waves of black hair cascading against her smooth back and elegant shoulders. Turning back towards her brother, Azula once more settled into his lap, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as her legs settled on either side of his thighs. "That tramp always looks at you with this pathetic longing, like she wants to have her way with you."
Zuko blinked as his sister spoke, his molten eyes drifting along her body before settling on her red stained lips. The words made no sense to him, his mind grinding to a halt with the mere thought of what she was suggesting.
"There's no way, I think you're imagining things," his hands instinctively reached for her waist, fingers finding purchase on the narrow expanse with practiced ease.
"Well, if you don't think that's the case, that's fine. But I'm sure if you asked her about it, even you would notice, as she is not as good at hiding her feelings as she thinks. Luckily for her, Sokka is completely oblivious, poor boy," Azula sneered, her contempt for Suki's perceived lust for Zuko and almost believable sympathy for Sokka's situation harmonizing in a way that she truly excelled at.
"So that's why you two don't get along," he mumbled to himself, letting the idea sink in. Thinking back on all the interactions between him and Suki, he had really never gotten that vibe, he just thought of them as good friends.
"Yes, now you know," Azula huffed, snaking her arms around his neck. "But before you get any ideas, I will make sure you never look at another woman regardless," she said, her voice thick with a lustful seductiveness that sent tremors through his entire body.
"That won't take much," he said reassuringly, his arms working around her body to pull her closer, "I already only have eyes for you."
"I know. But it never hurts to make certain," she replied, playfully licking her lips before leaning in towards him, capturing his lips in a nearly volcanic kiss. Heat exploded through the both of them, eyes closing as their lips pressed firmly together.
A soft moan sounded in her throat, caught in his mouth as she pressed her tongue swiftly into his mouth, drowning any lingering doubts she harbored in the flavor of his mouth. Small crackles of electricity pulsed up her spine as his fingers trailed lazily up her back, the pressure increasing as he approached her shoulders.
Feeling her breathing becoming more difficult, Azula broke the kiss, only momentarily to gain a breath before once again pressing her lips fully against his. The thought of just spending the rest of the day kissing him, savoring the wet warmth of his tongue against hers, sprung to mind, but other parts of her body screamed at her to have their own taste of his body. She could feel his arousal growing beneath her, his hardening cock pressing against her through his pants, indicating that he was very much feeling the same way.
Taking her right hand from the back of his neck, she playfully ran it down his stomach, tracing the outline of his firm muscles through his shirt. Each inch she covered increased his need, his desire peaking as her fingers reached the waist of his pants.
Not even bothering to undo the button of his pants, she slipped the delicate hand inside, smirking against his lips at the throbbing heat that greeted her palm. Small groans resounded in his throat as she began to slip her hand along his shaft, his hips attempting to buck upward to gain further contact with her soft hand.
"Azula…"
"Shhh. No, Zuzu, just let me do all the work," she whispered in his ear, savoring his weak moan as she nipped at his good ear. Increasing the pressure of her hand on his pulsing erection, she felt a distinctive wet spot begin to seep through the fabric separating her skin from his, his body's natural reaction further driving her own arousal.
Tremors surged through his strong body as she licked and played with his ear, suckling on his earlobe as her fingers found their way inside his boxers. The heat of his cock felt like it would burn her bare palm, the slender fingers gripping his hardness as she began to stroke him. A shudder rocked his body as her thumb brushed against the damp tip, gathering his precum on the inquisitive digit.
Again he tried to lift his hips from his seat on the sofa, her legs tensing to hold him firmly in place, at her mercy. Leaning back to look into his eyes, her pussy began to throb at the lust smoldering behind the golden spheres, her mind screaming at her to give in and jump on the raging erection in her grasp.
But her plan to keep his eyes only burning on her would not allow her to just cave after only a little playful teasing.
Kicking the next stage of her master plan into action, Azula pulled her hand from its place in the raging inferno that was Zuko's boxers, being sure his eyes were glued to her lips as she licked the slightly salty fluid from his thumb. The hard length throbbed beneath her as she made a show of cleaning her thumb, letting the digit linger teasingly between her lips.
Grinning in abject euphoria, she shifted off of his lap, never letting his eyes shift from hers as she took a few steps back. Seeing hints of her reflection in his golden eyes, Azula dropped slowly to her knees, hands rubbing along his inner thighs as she moved forward. Gravity tugged at her breasts, the soft mounds swaying gently with each move towards him.
Maintaining the eye contact as much as possible, slender ivory tinted fingers cupped the distinct bulge of his pants. Azula could feel her pussy beginning to drool at the thought of his shaft piercing her depths, anxious to milk his seed. The anticipation was nearly too much to bear.
With a lust filled gaze, she leaned her head towards his crotch, a frustrated groan escaping Zuko's lips as she ran her tongue up along the outline of his cock through his pants. The heat from the engorged member blazed through the dual layers of fabric, searing the air immediately in front of her face.
Placing her hands on his waist as her tongue neared the restrictive band of his pants, Azula grasped the metallic tab in between her teeth, tugging the item with an impossibly smooth motion. A burst of heat flashed across her cheeks as the mesh of the teeth came undone, his boxers clear through the small opening.
With a simple flick of her fingers, the button was unfastened, the bulge of his boxers pushing through the fly. Repeating her action from a moment earlier, Azula ran her tongue up the shape of Zuko's cock through the red fabric of his boxers, her mouth watering as she awaited the feel of him between her lips.
Placing her fingers on the waistband of his boxers, she gave the offending clothing a gentle tug, indicating that Zuko should lift himself off of the furniture for a moment. Wordlessly he lifted his body from its place on the sofa, his dick springing outward as it came free from the confines of his boxers.
Azula didn't bother fully removing his clothing, her lust addled mind too anxious to savor his manhood. With one final lean in of her head, she let her tongue trail teasingly along the underside of his cock, soft moans dripping from her lips as his natural flavor filled her mouth. The pale flesh of his cock contrasted with the ruby tint of her lips, the velvety flesh pursing to plant soft kisses all along the shaft.
As her lips approached the head, she flicked her tongue playfully on the slit, gathering the small dribbles of precum. The way his manhood throbbed at her touch she felt he might simply cum just from that, something she most certainly would not have.
The throbbing of her pussy was accompanied by a lust filled surge in her stomach, eager to enjoy his cum as it flowed down her throat. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she parted her lips, encircling the tip of his glans, unstifled groans sounding in the room as Zuko's fingers ran through the silky ebony locks towards the back of her head.
With an agonizing slowness, Azula worked her way down, taking more and more of him inside of her mouth. The groans increased in intensity as she playfully nipped at him with her teeth, carefully scraping the pearly whites against his cock with each teasing stroke downward.
After what seemed to Zuko to be an eternity, he felt the tip of his cock lodge itself against the back of her throat, her nose burrowed gently against the patch of coarse hair at the base of his shaft. Looking down, he again made eye contact with the young woman, her eyes glazed over in sinful lust as her tongue played with his length in her mouth.
'Fuck, she's so sexy,' he thought, his mind a jumble of thoughts, all centered on his seductive little sister and all the things he wanted to do to her at that moment. The thought made his cock twitch in her mouth, eliciting a playful giggle that in turn sent small reverberations through the sensitive flesh of his manhood.
With an exaggerated slurp, Azula lifted her head slowly, lips held in a tight O around the now damp shaft. Stopping with just the tip between her smudged lips, she bobbed back down a bit quicker, the grip of her mouth loosening only slightly to help him slide into her mouth easier.
Steadily she built a rhythm that had him on the edge of climax, his groans mingling with her moans as she sloppily sucked him. Each time she shifted upward, Azula made sure to tease the slit of his cock, mind delirious with lust at the reactions she drew from him.
With a need to relieve the itch that was screaming from her pussy, she slid her hands towards her pussy, moaning around his cock as her slender fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pajama pants and charcoal panties and quickly into her soaked honeypot. The natural lubrication had soaked the crotch of her panties, and she was sure that there was probably at least a small wet spot on the front of the pink pants.
But that didn't matter one bit as she roughly fingered her pussy, trying to simulate the feel of his cock as she bobbed up and down on his turgid length. Wet, debauched slurps from her mouth around his cock joined with the aroused squelches as Azula pleasured herself, long ebony hair cascading in front of her eyes as she lost herself in the giving of pleasure.
After a pleasurable eternity, she felt Zuko's fingers tense against the back of her head, holding her mouth at the base of his cock as he spurted cum straight into her hungry throat. The thick salty taste of him in her mouth caused Azula's pussy to quiver and tighten around the trio of fingers within her tightly gripping pussy, orgasm crashing over her in ecstatic waves. Letting him empty himself into her mouth, she let the thick cum pool on her tongue, savoring the taste of it.
With an elaborate display, she locked eyes with him, opening her mouth to be sure that he saw the results of her efforts collected in her insatiable mouth. Closing her eyes, she swallowed his hot seed, feeling it slide down her throat. Once the last drops had disappeared into her belly, Azula licked her lips, again making sure that the entirety of his attention was on everything she was doing.
Yet the aching want within her only seemed to grow, a ravenous hunger gnawing at her from the inside to have what she had been craving the entire day. His spent cock sat teasingly in front of her, begging to be brought back to its glorious fullness. Taking a glance up into Zuko's face, she could tell he was hungry for more as well.
"I'm sure you can go again, dear brother," she teased, running her hands sensually up her body, cupping her full breasts as she came to a stand in front of him.
"Maybe we should get to the bedroom first, Azula. I don't think the upholstery can handle it if we do it right here."
"I don't care. We can just get the cushions replaced if it comes down to it, I need that magnificent cock of yours right… this… second." A dusky lilt painted every word that passed from her lips, his manhood twitching to life a bit more with each syllable as though she had cast some form of magical spell on him.
Slipping her tongue from her mouth, Azula coated her lips with moisture, the distinct look of a predator worn over her features like a mask. 'Finally,' she thought to herself, the desire burning within her surging to a roaring inferno as she worked the waistband of her pants and panties, tugging them down with blinding efficiency.
As the clothing pooled at her feet, Azula stepped out of them, her luscious ass swaying as she approached her target. The insistent leaking of fluid from her pussy increased as first one leg then the other bracketed his body, an unspoken cry of desire resounding in the deepest core of her being as she straddled her dear, dear brother.
Once she was directly above him, she reached down, gripping Zuko's cock to straighten the hot length in line with her drooling pussy. With a natural grace, she loosened her muscles, gasping and sighing in delight as she dropped herself onto his piercing length.
As more of his manhood slipped into her tunnel, she wrapped her arms around his neck, using his strong frame to anchor herself from falling over. The pleasure surging from the spot where they were joined threatened to send her to another orgasm, one she struggled to fight off.
"Oh, Zuzu," she cooed in his ear, feeling her ass resting on his thighs as he bottomed out in her. With a tensing of her thighs, she lifted herself from him, her pussy clamping down on its own in an effort to keep Zuko lodged inside her as much as possible.
Casting a look down, Azula noticed the head of his cock nestled teasingly between her labia, threatening to escape the wet vice grip entirely. A loud, piercing moan resounded in the room as she slammed herself down onto him, a small trickle of her nectar seeping out towards the base of his cock.
Zuko let his hands rest naturally on her hips, entranced as she rocked against him, her bare breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The rock hard nipples pressed through his shirt, teasingly rubbing against him as she lifted and dropped herself onto him.
Heated, panting breaths brushed against his neck as she built a steady, hypnotic rhythm, her ass smacking against his thighs with each downward stroke of her body. The wet, teasing packing of flesh on flesh bounced off the walls, filling the room with the intense sound of passionate love making.
"Mnh, hah, Zuzu, mmmm, so good," Azula drawled between moans, delighting in the harsh feel of his length piercing into her. Small tremors rocked her body as she shifted herself up and down, legs burning with a playful soreness as she bounced on his dick.
"Zula, so tight," Zuko mumbled in response, flicking his tongue out to tease the nipple in front of him as she hugged him to her chest. The moans increased in intensity as he licked and nibbled the sensitive nub. Slender fingers slipped through his hair as Azula clutched at his head as though her life depended on it.
"Any-mmnh-thing for my-ahhh-Zuzu," she whimpered, the sweat that had broken out on her bare body catching the cool air of the apartment, further heightening the sensitivity surging along her skin.
Zuko felt like he was going to go insane with the pleasure, his cock rubbing harshly against the inviting grooves inside of her. With each stroke downward, she tightened herself around his manhood, gripping him tightly to guide him towards his climax.
He didn't know how long they went at it, and he didn't care. The wet, tight feel of her around his length entranced him, allowing him to fully lose himself in the feel of her deliciously enticing body.
"Azula," he husked, his hands slipping behind her to grab her toned ass.
Just the simple sound of her name in his passion crazed voice pushed Azula over the edge, her honeypot tightening firmly around his cock as she dropped herself firmly onto his dick. A surge of her nectar leaked out from where they were joined, a gush landing on the sofa beneath them. Her legs felt like jelly, the pair of orgasms draining all of her strength.
But she was determined to enjoy this moment, her mind forcing her body to move even if she would probably regret it later.
In time with the resumption of her bouncing on his cock, Azula felt his hips begin to push upward each time she dropped downward, burrowing himself into her as fully as he could manage. Before too long the thrusts grew more erratic, his orgasm approaching with the steady rhythm of their bodies rocking back and forth.
Gripping her hips firmly, Zuko pulled her down onto his cock as he made one final thrust into her, pressing the head of his cock against her cervix. Azula moaned as a third orgasm rocked her slender body, feeling for a moment like his length would simply pierce straight into her uterus.
Sparks of light flashed across her eyes as she felt him empty himself into her eager tunnel, the hot cum filling her up inside. Pure bliss filled her mind as she tightened her pussy, milking every drop she could get from him.
Once the act was done, Azula collapsed against him, the dampness of his sweat soaking through his shirt as her breasts pressed firmly against him. Both of them being spent physically, Azula and Zuko panted as they attempted to regain their composure, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.
After he had regained his breath a bit, Zuko brushed a few strands of sweat soaked hair from Azula's face, placing a soft, loving kiss to her impossibly sweet lips. Her fingers tugged at his neck, pulling him a touch tighter into the kiss.
Leaning back, Zuko gazed lovingly at the impossibly sexy woman perched on his lap, a warming smile gracing his lips. "Well," he began after a moment, "I can safely say one thing for sure."
"And what might that be?" she questioned, her cheek against his neck as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Nobody else in the world is as sexy as you, so you definitely don't need to worry about me looking at another woman," he spoke honestly, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"That was rather the point," she replied, rocking gently against his lap, lips curling into a smile as she felt his manhood begin to twitch back to life inside of her.
"Go again?" he asked, the lust tainting his voice having not dissipated at all.
"How about you don't!?" A shrill voice from behind them caused a surge of panic from the pair of siblings, twin pairs of gold eyes widening as they looked back towards the door to their apartment.
"Katara, what the heck are you doing here? And how did you get in?" Zuko asked flustered, mind halting not allowing him to move at all.
"I'm guessing you didn't lock the front door, dum dum," Azula said evenly, her well practiced facade pulling swiftly across her features, even as she made no effort to extricate herself from Zuko's lap.
Zuko watched with horrified panic as more people filtered into the apartment, Sokka and Suki's mouths hanging open in disbelief, Mai with more a look of pure exasperation and Ty Lee looking like she was about to squeal like a fangirl.
"That doesn't explain why you guys are here," Zuko offered, trying to deflect from the situation he found himself in.
"We came because I heard you were boning your sister which, obviously, is true," Katara's response was more or less exactly what Zuko was expecting.
"Well, Zuzu," Azula spoke up, looking every bit the cat that ate the canary despite the intense stares from the assembled group, "I guess you don't have to worry about introducing your girlfriend now."
'Fuck, this is going to suck, I wasn't ready for this,' he thought in defeat, sighing as he prepared for the inquisition he was apparently going to have to deal with.