Penultimate chapter, only one more to go. Zuko and Azula have been isolated in their rooms trying to bring a child into the world, but things need to get cleaned so Zuko calls for a short break. In the meantime, Zuko has a great idea to show how much Azula means to him, and he knows just who can help him out. As always, thoughts and comments always welcome. Enjoy y'all.
Happily...
Azula x Zuko
Rating: M
I own nothing, as usual.
Azula felt like she was going insane, but in the best possible way.
Pleasure coursed heavily through her body, a throbbing soreness as a chaser to the delectable of physical contact.
Slender fingers clutched madly at the silk sheets, the dark fabric bunching within her frantic grasp for solidity. Lust filled, passionate moans cascaded around the room, mingling with the distinctive slapping of skin on skin.
Each thrust of her brother's cock into her tightness pressed her more harshly into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow beneath her. Fluids ran casually down her toned thighs, rivulets of thick nectar dripping down onto ruffled silk.
"Mmmngh, ahhhh, just like-ahhh, that," she offered her encouragement, her normally trained, even voice a mess of lust and desire. Long ebony hair hung loosely around her face, strands of the silky locks plastered to the skin of her back and cheeks with the sheen of sweat.
With each insistent press of his length into her, his grunts and groans sounded sensually in her ears, piercing the rest of the symphony of their lovemaking.
She knew she was going to have difficulty walking the next day, but that fact was so far from her concerns that it was almost impossible to consider. Nothing but the feel of his heated manhood sliding in and out of her hot tunnel seemed to exist.
"Ahhh-!" her voice spiked in volume, breath catching in her chest as she felt him reach towards the spot where they were joined, giving her pulsing clit a harsh pinch. Turning to face her lover, Azula's face was a mask of unadulterated pleasure, eyes smoldering with passion as Zuko rubbed at the inviting nub with each stroke.
The familiar tension began to build within her stomach, the beginning surge of her orgasm swelling as he pounded her passionately from behind. Silk lodged more firmly against her palms, jaw hanging open hauntingly as her body tightened with the force of her orgasm. Spurts of her natural juices leaked out with the harshness of her climax, toes curling against the cool fabric.
"Azula, ungh, fuck-" Zuko muttered as he thrust once more into her wet hole, the pulsing tightness of her honeypot gripping at his turgid length pushing him to his own climax. Balls tightened as his seed spurted out, natural instinct seeking to impregnate the female in front of him.
As his orgasm subsided, he leaned harshly against her upturned body, placing his hands on the bed next to her own. Between harsh, uneven breaths, he planted a trail of fluttering, gentle kisses on her back, delighting in the subtle shivers that racked her body with each pressing of his lips to her skin. Hints of the salty flavor of sweat filled his mouth, his tongue playfully licking at her soft, smooth skin.
"Zuzu, it seems you are ready to go again, so soon," she teased, her own voice weak and labored with her harsh breathing. Golden eyes met his gaze, burning with lust as she wordlessly invited him to ravish her body once again.
Lifting himself slightly, Zuko placed his lips at the small of her back, teasingly running his tongue up the inviting expanse of her damp back. Azula felt her body growing hot again at his touch, the boiling lust exploding in the pit of her stomach as she felt him twitch to life inside of her anew.
"No, I think I need a rest," he whispered, letting his lips brush tauntingly against her ear. A soft pop rang in their ears as he pulled his half hard length from her velvety vice grip, a small trail of his seed oozing from deep within her.
A playful whine escaped her lips as Zuko pulled back, Azula's body feeling cold and alone at the lack of closeness. The soft rustle of bodies moving against the mattress filled the space, Zuko laying next to his younger sister.
Taking the cue, Azula dropped onto her back, right arm draping itself casually over his stomach as she nestled fully against him to regain the familiar, comforting warmth of his body. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as he grasped her shoulders, pulling her firmly against his strong frame.
"Well, I suppose we can take a short break," she mewled playfully, trailing her pink nails over his stomach and chest. Eyes glimmered in mirth as he took his free hand, entwining his fingers with hers as he placed a kiss to the top of her head.
"I think we should probably do a little laundry," Zuko suggested, his lips curled into a soft, warm smile as Azula placed her head squarely on his chest.
"I think we should just switch bedrooms and pick up where we left off," she retorted, opening her lips as she nipped at his skin, rubbing her teeth gently against the salty flesh.
"Did you forget the reason we are in your room in the first place?" he asked, a playful tone tinting his voice.
"Oh, yes, we did leave your room in quite a state," she returned, recalling the distinctly heavy scent of sex that filled his room after they had spent essentially two days locked in the room as they made love.
"That's an understatement. I'm not sure if those sheets can even be washed, I might need to just burn them," he mused, his voice rumbling teasingly as he chuckled at the thought.
"It's your own fault for just making such a mess."
"I seem to recall you being pretty messy yourself," he teased, savoring the feel of her pointed fingertips against his toned torso.
"You don't seem to mind."
"I love it," his voice was impossibly, sickly sweet as he began to trace his fingers along her arm, running from her shoulder down towards her elbow.
"But yes, we should probably get things cleaned up so we can breathe once we get back to getting pregnant."
"You think we still need to do more?"
"Why Zuko, are you saying you're growing tired of my body?" she said, tilting her head slightly to lock eyes with him. A gentle batting of her eyelashes made the glow of her golden eyes that much brighter as she gazed seemingly into his very soul.
"Absolutely not, never," he returned honestly. He knew his pupils had dilated, mirroring the look he caught in her gaze.
"Well, then even if I am pregnant, I hope you don't expect that we will be slowing down," Azula licked her lips in that predatory way she only showed to him, the puffs of flesh glistening as they caught the soft light from the lamp.
"That's good to know, because once the bedding is clean, I am going to have my favorite snack," he husked in return, smirking at the shivers that ran up her body.
"God, you're such a pervert," she said with a smile.
"You love it."
"So sure of yourself," she purred, suckling teasingly on his neck. Increasing the pressure, Azula playfully bit on the open flesh, intent on marking him for all the world to see.
If they ever made it out of their apartment at some point.
"Zula..." Zuko said weakly, eyes flitting closed as she played with the sensitive skin on his neck. The familiar twinge of arousal sparked in his groin, hit cock twitching in anticipation of further baby making sessions.
"Yes, dear brother?" she asked sweetly, putting forth as much affected sugar to her voice as she let her tongue trace along the pulse on his throat.
"You fucking tease," he said, his fingers gripping her upper arm as the arousal began to burn within him.
"You love it."
"I love you," he offered, earning a subtle flare of color to Azula's cheeks as her heart swelled in her chest.
"So unfair," she whispered, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"I guess I'll be the one to do the laundry," he said, his own heart swelling at the innocent reaction of the young woman in his grasp.
Azula ran her hands firmly across his chest, clutching at his warm body in an attempt to ensnare him in bed with her. Slender fingers grasped at his body, pulling herself securely into the reassuring warmth.
"You should just stay in bed with me."
Sliding his fingers up her slender frame, Zuko clasped her angled chin with his fingers, tilting her head so that they were face to face. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to her inviting lips, savoring the hints of cinnamon and sweat flavoring the velvety flesh.
"We should both get a shower in while the bedding gets washed, so it's like a fresh start."
"Hmph. Fine," Zuko couldn't help but chuckle at the simple glimpse at the bratty, spoiled side of Azula.
Loosening his grip on her arm, Zuko watched as his sister languidly lifted herself from the bed, black hair cascading over her shoulders as she stood. His eyes watched transfixed as she walked towards the door, hips shifting teasingly from side to side. The twinge in his crotch sparked once more at the sight, drinking in the luscious shape of her body as she opened the door.
"You're more than welcome to join me," she teased, stopping to cast a look in his direction as she set one foot out of the door. Deep amber pools sparkled with want as she looked him up and down, leaving her desire out in the open.
As she exited the room, Zuko groaned in annoyance, fighting his natural urge to follow her and indulge in her addictive taste. But he knew he did need to get the bedding washed, lest they end up suffocating on the thick scent of sex that had seeped into the comfortable fabric.
Sighing deeply as he tried to force the urges down, Zuko slipped from the bed, the pads of his feet thumping against the smooth flooring as he sought out a change of clothes. Reaching into her closet, he grabbed a simple shirt, pulling the emerald and gold garment over his head. Settling the fabric against his body, he was glad they had decided to have at least one change of clothes in the other's closet for just times like this.
Once he had pulled the black and white plaid of his pajama pants up, he set about gathering the now well used bedding, bunching up the mixture of thin and heavy fabric in his arms. 'We need a better system for this,' he grumbled to himself, realizing that Azula seldom if ever did the laundry when it came to bedding.
After gathering the blankets, sheets and pillowcases from both their bedrooms, Zuko made his way out of the apartment, heading towards the communal laundry room. Each step was accompanied with thoughts of how long it would be until he had to simply wash them again, lips tugging into a warm grin at the thought of his sister's fingers clutching at the smooth fabric as she writhed beneath him.
He breathed an internal sigh of relief as he entered the laundry room, thankful that nobody else was in the room. Approaching one of the large washing machines, he tossed in the detergent pods before dropping the bedding in. Closing the lid, he pressed a few buttons, listening as the machine creaked into life.
"We really should get our own place," he mused to himself, settling into a seat nearby as his mind began to wander.
If they were serious about starting a family, their small apartment would certainly not be ideal for raising a child. They didn't really need to worry about money, the one good thing to have come out of having been raised in the household they had grown up in. The cash settlement he had gotten to give up his claim to the family business ensured that financial struggle was not something to consider.
Leaving town was something he had considered only briefly over the years, good times with his friends and just being so far away from where he had grown up making the idea something that was just a passing fad.
"I guess I should talk to Azula about it," he mumbled to himself, his thoughts resting on the young woman who growing up had been his tormentor. The source of so much of his turmoil at the hands of their father.
And the love of his life.
The thought brought an ironic chuckle, realizing how unexpected it would be for anyone who had interacted with the two of them growing up to see them in the present.
But every smile, every giggle, every hearty laugh, every fawning gesture affirmed the pure joy he felt just being in her presence. He really couldn't picture his life without her. Where he might have ended up if she had never come back into his life.
Or where she might have ended up.
The troubled, broken girl that had come back into his life was so far removed from the calm, collected little girl that had been in his memory at the time. Thinking back to that time when she had first come to live with him after being released from juvenile detention his heart sank in his chest, sadness echoing hollowly deep within him.
They had butted heads more than a little at the time, but the first time he had witnessed her having a panic attack he had finally seen how much she really needed someone in her life to rely on. How much she truly needed unconditional love and support. And he had resolved to be that for her, essentially the spark that had grown into the relationship they enjoyed in the present.
Thinking back on their relationship, he truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but how could he actually show that.
What Katara had said during the little confrontation a few days earlier sounded in his mind, bringing a bitter, sad feeling to his chest.
"We can't get married, huh…" the words passed limply from his lips, a hollow, sad feelings welling up inside.
Katara had been right about one thing that day, the notion pulling a bitter cloud over his mind.
Zuko felt his mind run in circles, always coming back to that annoying thought.
But as he let the thought burn in his mind, a realization dawned on him. Just because they couldn't officially get married in the eyes of the law, there was nothing to stop him from promising the rest of his life to Azula.
Sinking back into the seat, Zuko thought about what he could do in order to really get that thought across. The thought of him down on one knee, offering a ring to the ebony haired beauty sent a warm pulse through his body. A ring seemed good, but just a simple gold ring didn't sound right for their situation.
Then a flash of inspiration sparked into his mind. Pulling his phone from the deep pajama pocket, he tapped a few buttons, bringing his contact list up. Scrolling down he found the person he was looking for, pressing his thumb to the name "Blind Bandit".
Pressing the phone to his ear, he listened as it rang, each second feeling like a short eternity as he waited anxiously for her to pick up.
'What's up sisterfucker,' her voice grated on his ears as the line finally connected. Zuko groaned at the annoyingly teasing tone to her voice.
"Nice to hear from you too, Toph"
'Aww come on, I gotta give you a hard time about it.'
"Guessing Katara told you about it."
'Pretty much. She was pretty butt hurt about it.'
"Glad you are taking it so well."
'Are you kidding? It's fucking hilarious, hahahaha.'
"Always glad to entertain you," he had to admit, he was relieved that at least one of his friends was just not giving him a hard time, even though he knew she was going to be sure to tease him about it at any opportunity.
'You're always good for a laugh, sparky.'
"You're doing well?"
'As well as can be, I guess. Though I wish you guys would keep in touch more, you asshole.'
"Sorry. Alot has been going on."
'Like banging your sister?'
"You're going to be on that for a while aren't you?"
'You know it. Not every day one of your friends actually hooks up with their sister. Usually they just watch that weird stepsister porn online.'
"I'm glad you weren't there when Katara barged in to like change our mind or something."
'I know, I'm so bummed I had to miss that. I can just imagine how that went, hahahaha.'
"So when are you going to be coming back?"
'Who knows. It feels kinda nice to be away from everything, ya know?'
"You mean away from Sokka and Suki."
'I will hurt you, buddy.' Zuko had to chuckle a bit at the hints of innocence that slipped through the facade of toughness that she wore like the indifferent mask Azula generally sported.
"Sorry. His loss," he offered in reassurance, knowing that it had been harder on her than she would ever let on to the rest of the group when Sokka and Suki had gotten together.
'It happens. And now the second best option is off the market too, what the heck.'
"Geez, so I'm only second best? That hurts, Toph," he said sarcastically, smirking despite himself.
'It's a compliment. Azula is a lucky girl, though.'
"Well, most of the time I feel like the lucky one."
'At least you know the deal.'
"Anyway," he began, taking in a deep breath before asking his favor, "do you remember that weird mineral you found a while back?"
'That meteorite junk? How could I forget it. Working with that stuff is insanely fun.'
"Would it be possible to get some of it for something?"
'What did you have in mind?'
"I want to make a ring."
'Go big or go home, huh?'
"Something like that. I figure since our relationship is so… unusual, a normal ring really wouldn't cut it, ya know?"
'The master of understatements, you are.'
"Call it a talent. So do you think it's possible?"
'It's definitely possible, but it'll cost you.'
"How much?"
'Not money, buddy. You'll owe me a favor.' Zuko could almost feel the smirk on her face through the phone line. Owing Toph a favor was not a position he found intensely desirable, because she had a way of asking for the worst thing at the worst time.
And she would laugh heartily all the while.
"Ugh, are you sure I can't just pay you?"
'Nope, that's the deal buddy. So what'll it be?'
"I don't really have a choice, do I?"
'If you want the stuff, no, you don't.'
"So what's the favor?"
'Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm not going to just let you off the hook that easily. I'll be sure to let you dangle on the hook for a little bit first.'
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
'Quite possibly. But you don't mind.'
"The things we do for love, I guess," he sighed deeply, grateful that she was at least going to help him out with his idea.
'I gotta ask one thing though.'
"What?"
'How is the sex?'
"Why do you want to know that?" he felt his face flush at the idea of explaining his sex life to his youngest friend.
'I've heard the rumors that sex with crazy girls is amazing, so I wanna know if that's true.'
"I wish you wouldn't call Azula crazy."
'Sorry, you know I didn't mean anything by it. Even though she can really get under my skin sometimes.'
"I know, it's just that she's been through a lot, and she's really gotten better, so it's not really fair to keep calling her crazy, you know?"
'Fair enough. It's been a long time since I spent any time with her, but I do suppose you would know best.'
"I see the progress every day."
'That still doesn't answer my question.'
"Well," Zuko began, internally gauging how much detail he was comfortable with revealing about his sex life. "I don't know about the "crazy girl sex" thing, but I certainly have no complaints."
'Tch, so diplomatic. You're no fun. Where's the old emotional Zuko? I figured you'd get all flustered and stuttery and stuff.'
"He grew up. Azula made me a better person, honestly."
'Gross. You were more fun when you were a hothead.'
"I think you're the only one who would think that."
'Probably. Anyway, there is one problem with the stuff you're looking for.'
"Of course there is. What's up?"
'I can't exactly make it without some specific details, and even then you'd have to come pick it up yourself.'
"That's no problem," he began, realizing after he spoke that he would have to be away from Azula for a few days, the thought sending an empty coldness resounding in his core. The two had essentially been joined at the hip over the past few months, so he wasn't entirely sure how he would handle being apart from her for even one day.
'I have a feeling you're going to have a harder time convincing her of that.'
"What do you mean?"
'Even I know how she is with you. It's not exactly new for her to always be worrying about what you're doing.'
"How do you know so much," he questioned, feeling as though the blind teen was somehow watching him and everything he was doing.
'The great Toph knows all and sees all," she teased over the phone, her voice booming with a natural self assuredness.
"Ironic," he shot back, her voice breaking slightly over the phone at his comment.
'Look who's got jokes.'
"You left yourself open for that one."
'Yeah, yeah. So when can I expect you to be by so I know when to have everything ready?'
"I'll try to leave tomorrow, so the day after that if it's possible."
'That should be fine. I gotta go, so I'll see you then, sparky. You know how to get here, right?'
As their conversation neared its end, Zuko's eyes widened at the sight of Azula, hair still wet from the shower. The still damp strands of silky hair stuck teasingly to the skin of her neck and shoulders, pairing with the black towel wrapped around her to comprise the entirety of her current outfit.
"Yeah, I can figure it out. I'll see you then," he said hurriedly, drinking in the tantalizing figure that prowled towards him.
"And just what are you up to?" she questioned, swaying her hips suggestively with each step.
"Nothing," he said evenly, his manhood twitching to life with the promises of enjoying what was underneath the towel.
"It certainly didn't sound like nothing," she murmured, offering him a glimpse at her clean shaved pussy as she straddled him. "It sounded like you were making a secret rendezvous," she continued, slipping her arms warmly around his neck.
"All I can say is that it's not at all what you're probably thinking," Zuko's voice cracked slightly at the pressure pressing down on his stiffening member. His pulse quickened as he ran his hands up her thighs, up under the barely fastened towel.
"So secretive," Azula whispered, her body shivering delightfully at the touches of his fingers on her warm, flushed skin. "We have ways of making you talk," she continued, leaning in to further press her body to his. The towel threatened to completely come undone as she nibbled his earlobe, golden eyes sparkling with mirth at his masculine yet innocent reaction.
"Azula, I do need to go away for a couple of days," he forced between groans.
"So I heard." With a teasing moan, Azula let her tongue flick out, tracing the outline of his ear to bring out as many of his sounds of want as she could. "And normally I would be sure to force your little venture out of you, but I should play nice now and then and let you have your secrets."
Zuko looked at her with eyes wide in surprise. He had expected to have to convince her that it was something he needed to do, and that a fight was likely. Her easy acceptance was a relief, but brought a thought of paranoia, that it was part of some game she was playing.
"What's your angle, Zula?"
"Whatever do you mean?" she retorted with her practiced innocence.
"How much did you hear?" he asked nervously, wondering if maybe his surprise would end up not being a surprise at all.
"Not much. I gather that you have something planned with the little blind girl, but no more than that," Azula replied, her voice laced with sweetness, with a thread of lust tying her words together.
"And you're alright with that?"
"Of course. I believe I've already ruined you well enough to keep your attention where it belongs."
Zuko couldn't help but chuckle, fully slipping his hands beneath the towel to sink his hands into the supple flesh of her ass. "You know I'll be back in a couple days. I have something I want to give you, but I want it to be a surprise."
"Ooo, how mysterious. I can hardly wait," she teased, masking her true excitement.
"I think you'll like it."
"You still don't get it, dum dum," taking a pause for effect, Azula rested her forehead against Zuko's staring straight into his eyes before continuing, "I already have the best gift a young woman could have."
"And what would that be?" he asked, losing himself in the deep, glowing pools of molten gold.
"Why, the perfect boyfriend, of course," she spoke, as though it were natural. With a subtle tilt of her head, Azula pressed her lips to his, the two exchanging a soft, slow kiss as Zuko pulled her body tightly down onto his lap.
"Azula…" he growled, a low gravelly sound echoing within his throat. "I need you," he said, voice dripping with passion as he stood to his feet, her legs entwining around his waist to keep balance.
"Great minds think alike," she matched the passion in his tone as he took a few steps, resting her voluptuous ass on the edge of the washing machine next to the one he had commandeered for their laundry.
As he opened the towel, allowing his gaze to fully savor the sight of her inviting body, Zuko silently hoped that nobody needed to use the laundry room for the next couple of hours.