A/N: All characters have been aged up.

This chapter contains:

- Anal sex (male on female)
- Sex toy (dildo)
- Orgasm delay/edging denial (female)
- daddy kink (mild)
- praise kink (mild)
- pregnancy kink (very mild)

Aang stepped through the wall of earth like it was made of water. He looked around as he went through the familiar motions of fixing his clothes.

There were no stragglers, which made sense since this was Azula's home, and she had picked the place, and she didn't want to be seen with him.

He frowned as he chased that thought away. It bothered him, sure, but he had grown used to the feeling. It was an old wound that only made itself known when he had a moment of stillness and reflection.

Aang knelt on the ground and felt the vibration in the earth; pinpointed the locations of the other guests. He had barely been away, although time seemed to shorten precariously when he was with Azula.

Maybe I can just slip back.

He was thinking about Katara. Specifically, how she could be the focus of attention, or maybe Zuko could if he suddenly decided to stop fretting over appearances. Maybe they could both decide that they didn't need the Avatar at this event at all and let him take a break from the politics.

Indubitably, like so many of his thoughts as of late, his thoughts circled back to Princess Azula.

The guests were right where he left them, around the corner and a mere fifteen steps away.

Aang made five steps.

The memory of the noble, with his thin waist and proper nose, leaning forward into Azula's space struck him with a bout of doubt.

He didn't like the way others looked at Azula, but what if Azula liked it?

What if she planned this?

The air felt too crisp on his tongue; it always was after a bout with Azula whether they were fucking or fighting. Too crisp and too real.

He shook his head. No, no she wouldn't.

A fondness fluttered in his chest. Most would never consider Azula to be oblivious, but he knew; he knew her weak points. She trusted him on some level.

The ground felt solid underneath his feet. Aang sensed the guests moving around. He felt Katara gesture to herself in a conversation and he chuckled weakly to himself.

I've grown too attached, he mused, feeling like a kid again. Then his mind flicked back to recent events and doubt turned to shame.

I should have had better self-control.

The image of him coming all over her plump ass came vivid and unbidden, and with the memory bloomed a scarlet blush.

What was I thinking?

He wasn't. He was never thinking around her .

Aang furiously rubbed his eyes, as if he could physically erase the past.

Stupid!

He looked down at his dick with an accusatory glare.

"Why did I tell her that?" he huffed to himself, "I want her to stay, not leave immediately."

I fantasize about giving you a tattoo here.

He winced. "Idiot."

Azula rested her forehead against the wall in the hopes that the coldness of the stone would penetrate her burning skin and quench the throbbing ache between her legs.

She had let him…on her posterior…

The words, Would you like that? Having my name? rung through her body like a brand.

"This is beneath me," she muttered to a nonexistent audience as her hand drifted steadily downwards, over her belly, and past her hips, "Truly."

At times like these, she hated being a firebender. Her skin was too warm, her thighs sticky with his precum, and she could feel the heat spread through her body as she grew more aroused.

Azula closed her eyes as she snaked her fingers between her folds. Everything felt far too responsive. Far too real.

She brushed the hard end of the dildo and groaned.

"Avatar."

Azula rolled her hips, trying to ride the dildo like she would his cock, but it quickly proved to be embarrassingly insufficient.

Cum was drying on her reddened rump, and whenever she tensed pain would flare up in the shape of his handprints. She wanted to sink down on Aang's cock, to feel him twitch as he filled her, or for the dildo to stop being so frustratingly rigid.

It was maddening how much she wanted him.

Azula gripped the base and whimpered. Freely. There was no need to put on airs when there was no one around to hear.

She knew her weakness.

Her brother was preparing a speech, as Fire Lord, and she was ass out in a makeshift alleyway desperate to come.

Love makes a fool out of us all, she thought, bitterly, tugging at the dildo.

The resulting squelch sound it made could cause a whore to blush.

How much did he fill me with? she wondered, as cum dribbled down her thighs.

She squeezed her legs together, to prevent too much from falling out, and that's when she noticed the earth encasing her feet.

Azula looked up and saw one of her forearms had similarly been encased and attached to the stone wall.

Curse his light footsteps.

She felt him against her back. He was warm, solid, and he gently covered her hand with his. Slowly, together, they pushed the dildo back in.

Azula let out a frustrated growl as the leather pressed back against her folds.

"Princess," he whispered, letting out a rush of air that teased the back of her neck.

"Avatar," she replied, only for him to immediately cut her off with a strained, "You can't keep doing this to me."

His voice surprised her; it was hushed and just on the edge of a desperate hunger, one that Azula normally had to drag out of him.

And oh did she love to drag it out of him.

She smirked. "Why? Don't you want me?"

Azula had meant the question to be teasing, but there was a slight breathlessness to her voice; a neediness that caused the Avatar to yank her shirt down and fall his mouth upon her neck in lieu of a response.

She twitched as his teeth nipped at her skin before they were replaced with soothing laps of his tongue. He continued licking his way up and down her neck in this feverous pattern as if her skin bled nectar.

If I play my cards right, I can continue this arrangement even after he weds Katara.

The thought was meant to be comforting, but it felt like a dropped stone; heavy in her heart.

Azula turned her head, and let a stream of blue flames fall from her mouth and brush against his shoulders. Aang dug his fingers into her arms in response, muscles flexing underneath his sleeves.

She wanted him, and the heated expression he wore did absolutely nothing to quell the ache between her legs.

As if reading her mind, Aang twisted around until he was between her and the wall, their bodies close together, her leaning into him with her back arched and her limbs restrained. He slid his thigh in between her legs, parting them with ease, and finally providing her with much-needed friction.

Azula shamelessly grinded against his firm leg as his hands glided up the muscular plane of her stomach and slid underneath her breast band.

"My poor girls," he cooed, bouncing his knee in response to Azula's moans.

He squeezed them, molding her breasts to his hands like a crafter with clay, and expertly rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"You're terrible," muttered Azula, gasping as he pinched and pulled at the pink buds.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, pausing to sway the breasts in his hands.

"I want you to make me come ," snapped Azula. She was no longer grinding against his leg but, occasionally, her hips would involuntarily buck as his fingers danced around the remnants of the hickies that marred her breasts.

"Azula..." Aang swallowed. He gave her breasts a firm squeeze no doubt meant to be comforting as he broke the news, "You know I can't. You'll be too sensitive for the rest of the evening."

This position is similar to the one we had on the drill, thought Azula.

She revisited the memory and imagined herself flinging a fireball at the Avatar while he was unconscious instead of toying with him.

Earth shattered around her hands with a roar of blue flames but, just as quickly, her arms sunk back into the stone.

The earth now reached up to her forearms and she's leaning further into the wall, into him.

Aang had barely moved. His arms wrapped around her waist and, to add insult to injury, Azula could tell that he was smiling against her shoulder.

"You're so fucking adorable," he said, and Azula bit his ear in response.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. The arms around her waist wrapped tighter but he didn't move away. No, if anything, the Avatar seemed to press closer.

Azula licked the shell of his ear. "I would like that," she purred, "for you to fuck me."

Aang groaned and Azula wondered whether her words came out more threatening than seductive.

Belatedly, she wondered whether he liked her threats.

The Adam's apple in his throat bobbed and his hands moved lower down her waist.

Surely, thought Azula, he'll break.

"If it's too much—"

"No," Azula spoke without thinking.

"No?" Aang peered at her, his pretty eyes framed by long lashes, "Are you sure?"

She tensed, squeezing his leg with her thighs, and sighed, "I don't like repeating myself, Avatar."

He moved his knee away from her heat. "I might have a solution," he offered, cautiously, "Sokka said—"

"Just do it."

"You don't want to know what it is…" he trailed off. "Ah."

"Avatar," she replied, diplomatically, "obey me or I will do something unspeakably horrible to you and your friends."

Aang covered his mouth. She chose to believe it was out of fear even as his shoulders shook.

"Okay," He said as he carefully extracted himself from between her and the wall.

"Okay," he said again, and then he paused, and paused some more before adding a firm, "Don't move."

Azula glared at the wall and suspected, not for the first time, that the airbender existed solely to test her patience.

I should make him fear me, mused Azula, half-heartedly. A second strike of lightning should do the trick. Maybe a third.

Azula pulled on her restraints, testing their strength, and let out a low hiss. She couldn't close her legs. The restraints held firm, and worst of all, there was nothing to distract her from her own needs.

What I wouldn't give for the Avatar to just take me right now, thought Azula, as that maddening heat returned with a vengeance, I'd even let him call me that stupid pet name.

She had liked the way he shook the dildo, despite his evil timing, and briefly, she considered destroying the restraints and moving the dildo herself before thinking better of it. He would know, and she would rather not face his insufferableness the rest of the evening.

Besides, whatever he had planned was certain to be far more satisfying.

Azula tried to put her mind on something else, but not knowing what the Avatar was going to do meant she was stuck with nothing to think about.

Well, not quite nothing.

Azula bore down, feeling herself widen around the base before she was forced to relax. The dildo settled back in, and if it wasn't an inanimate object Azula would have sworn it was mocking her as the leather kissed her folds.

She repeated the movement a couple of times, bobbing the dildo in and out like it was a pacifier, trying to jerk her hips in time with the shallow thrusts, before accepting the fruitlessness of her actions with a groan and closing of her eyes.

Father would be so very disappointed.

The thought no longer terrified her. For all of his weakness, the Avatar had gained a part of her—she trusted him. Trust was useful, surely, her father could see that couldn't he? If he knew the Avatar trusted her then maybe he could change—

Azula mentally berated herself.

Foolish.

Did she truly believe the Fire Nation could get along with Aang? That her Father could? Why would it matter even if by some miracle they did? There was no place for her amongst his friends…and the traitors.

I must be hormonal.

She was just about to break her restraints and take care of herself when she felt a hand brush against her back.

Terrible timing as always.

Aang felt his way down her legs; the familiarity of which he moved across her skin sending a pang of annoyance through Azula.

"Took you long enough."

"Sorry, I had to grab some stuff."

He was panting.

"Out of breath already?" teased Azula, her annoyance ebbing away at the thought of having made the Avatar run.

He kissed the inside of her knee. "And you say I'm a tease. Step out of your pants for me, please."

She did, adding a "Fold that properly," which was met with an "I know."

We really have been doing this for far too long, haven't we?

Azula looked over her shoulder, the Avatar freezing in her gaze, and asked, "What did you bring for me?"

Aang wrinkled his nose in reply and said, slowly, "You're not going to like this at first…"

He was right.

Azula trembled with indignation, her gaze fixed solely on the wall in front of her.

"No more," she squeaked out, feeling him brush air up her taint and around her asshole. "Avatar, I said no more."

"Princess Azula," he cooed, turning her face an even darker shade of red. His hands clenched her jaw and Azula jerked away, but his grip held firm.

"Look at me," he breathed, in that quiet firm tone of voice that normally made her all hot and bothered.

"I hate you," hissed Azula as she made eye contact.

He stared at her in silence until Azula bit his thumb.

"Ow," Aang blinked out of his stupor.

"I said I hate you."

"Oh, um," Aang sheepishly looked down. "Sorry. You looked cute."

Cute?!

"I'm going to murder you," Azula patiently explained. "There is nothing cute about this!"

Aang's gloved hand circled her rim. "This is just cleaning, Azula."

"I don't want it."

"Why?"

When Azula didn't respond, he took a handful of her ass with his ungloved hand and spread her cheeks apart. He blew a stream of air against the pink puckered skin and watched her twitch.

"I'm not embarrassed," he said and heard Azula mutter something he guessed was an insult. He rested the small nozzle against her hole. "It would be worse if I couldn't bend four elements," he added, "there would be a mess."

"I think you're making this up," she snapped.

It was a weak retort and they both knew it. Aang rubbed the nozzle against her hole. "There's not much point in only cleaning you once."

"...how many more times?" asked Azula.

Three, thought Aang. Externally, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Azula hissed a "No," and then a, "Never speak of this again."

Aang licked his lips. "Only if you look at me."

She glared at him which Aang took as a yes with a promise of revenge.

"Breathe," he said, applying pressure till the nozzle pushed past the rim, "and don't look away."

Azula held still for the first quarter of the bag but as the fluid increased she began to squirm.

Aang shook the dildo in an attempt to get her to relax. "Breathe," he said, "You're doing so well." He emphasized his compliment by pressing his palm against the dildo and squeezing her mound.

Halfway in.

"Look at me."

Azula turned. Aang wiped away the sweat gathering on her forehead. "You're doing good Princess. Very good. I'm so proud."

Azula let out a soft moan as the bag emptied and she was three-quarters of the way full.

Aang placed a hand on her belly. He concentrated for a moment before rubbing his hand up and down, the water moving with him.

"There we go," he said as Azula whimpered. "Nice and clean. Do you want to do the next two at the same time?"

"You're enjoying this," accused Azula as her body shuddered.

"As are you," said Aang, feeling the way her stomach swelled as she was filled. "You just don't like the release part."

"It's disgusting." Azula pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek and clamped down on the dildo. "How much more?"

Aang didn't answer her which meant there was a lot more and Azula wasn't sure she could do this.

"It's, ah—a lot," she gasped.

"It's like you're pregnant," said Aang, gently turning her head so she was looking at him again.

Azula wasn't sure when she had looked away. She felt a pang of disappointment, as if she had failed him, but strangely it didn't seem as though it mattered to him; the Avatar acted as though pleasure and displeasure were all the same to him; as though she could never displease him.

Foolish.

He removed his other hand from her belly and with a few gestures, the water swirled.

Azula squeezed her legs together. The dildo acting as her lifeline. Pressure rocked against that spot, sending shocks of white-hot pleasure rocking through her body.

"Let it out," he said, and Azula obeyed.

"That was awful," said Azula, amused by the worry in his eyes.

"We don't have to continue," he said, carefully.

She tsked. "Obviously, we do. I didn't suffer through that to not know what the oaf finds so appealing about this."

"Sokka's not an oaf," quipped Aang automatically. He peeled off the glove and squirted lube across his hand, rubbing it across his fingers.

"I want you to enjoy this," he said.

"You're going to let me come?"

"No," he huffed, "but it should still feel good." At Azula's semi-doubtful expression he elaborated, "I'm taking another virginity."

Azula thought back to their first time. "...I see," she lied.

Aang squirted more lube and rolled his eyes. Azula thought it made him look childish and told him so.

He shrugged off her comment with a "You're nervous," then rubbed a lubed finger up and down her crack. "You shouldn't be," he added, as Azula remained silent, "I'll stop before you can come but I'll bring you close."

He squeezed out yet another dollop of lube and swiped it across her puckered opening. It felt wet, and when Aang blew a concentrated flow of air against her hole, Azula could feel herself twitch and the lube drip in.

"Meow for me, Kitten?"

"No— "

His finger pushed past her anal ring and Azula's protest turned into a gasp.

"There we go."

The Avatar sounded insufferable. Azula squeezed around his finger only for more to slide in.

"How does it feel?" he asked, and, belatedly, Azula realized there was no more of his finger for her to take.

She pondered his question and the unusual sensations. His finger was slender, the intrusion more shocking than painful, but Azula hadn't realized how different it would feel. She was used to Aang's fingers; sometimes when she waited for Aang to recuperate for the next round he'd offer her his hand.

He would casually part her lower lips and use his fingers to tease and stroke—there was no better word for it than play—running his fingers up and down, rubbing here and there just to see what would happen; to see her reaction.

But this felt different . Her asshole wasn't self-lubricating, regardless of how much lube he used, and Azula could feel the small roughness of his finger pads against her inner walls. She was reminded of the difference in their upbringings. His friends…and girlfriend's….fingers were likely worn as well. Even her brother, with his years at sea, would have not had the luxury of soft hands like she did.

"I didn't meow," she said at last.

Amiably, Aang changed the subject. "You took my middle finger first."

"Crude."

He shrugged and she could feel the slight movement of his shoulder through his finger.

"Is it okay for me to move?"

"Yes."

He curled his finger and Azula tensed.

"Good?"

"Feels weird," breathed Azula, uncharacteristically flustered.

Aang pulled the digit out and Azula felt herself twitch at the empty air before he sunk back in.

"You're doing well," he said, trailing his thumb around the outer ring as he began a steady pace of pushing his finger in and out. Azula felt herself tense with each thrust but, gradually, she became accustomed to the feeling.

Then he pulled out and rested his thumb against her hole.

"I'm going to put my thumb in now, okay?" said Aang, rubbing his thumb over her hole for emphasis, "It's a bit thicker than my finger."

"Okay," said Azula. Internally, she thought about how his cock dwarfed his hands. She knew her vagina could stretch to accommodate him, but her asshole? Is that how they had sex in the Water Tribe?

He pressed his thumb in with ease; the small stretch was hardly noticeable to Azula even as he pushed in past his first knuckle.

"I'm good," said Azula, wondering if he had practiced this with Katara.

He curled his thumb, stretching her opening a bit farther, and paused before twisting his hand clockwise.

Azula tensed. Aang paused. She relaxed, and he continued.

He rested his knuckles against her crack and stopped to part her buttcheeks further with his free hand before twisting counterclockwise.

Azula felt him remove his thumb. She heard him mutter, "You're thinking too much," before grabbing a handful of her right buttcheek and spreading her apart.

"Some of us do use our brains," retorted Azula, feeling him breathe against her pucker. She heard the sound of more lube being applied to his hand.

"You don't have to tell me why but we do have time," said Aang as he placed two lube-coated fingers against her asshole and tapped them. "There's been a delay," he added.

"Zuzu can't find his crown?" Azula dryly asked.

"I don't know," he replied, drawing slow circles around her rim, "Do you know you're twitching like crazy right now?"

Azula wasn't sure if she had opened her mouth to take a breath or to reply; in the end, she gasped as he pushed in.

"There we go," said Aang, sliding his fingers back out as quickly as he put them in, "Your body is twitching because it wants my cock."

"That's absurd," bit back Azula as Aang shoved his fingers back in and spread them apart.

Aang waited for her to get used to the stretch, and as he waited he reached down and freed his cock from his trousers.

"I can't take your penis right now," said Azula and Aang smiled because she had called his cock a penis and had done so without turning around.

He slid his cock between her legs, making sure to bump against the base of the dildo, and pressed himself flush against her.

"Princess Azula," he whispered with a lick against the side of her neck that made her flutter around his fingers, "please tell me you love my cock."

"Avat—"

Azula choked on his title as she felt a third finger brush against her hole.

"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers before I fuck you with my cock ," said the Avatar calmly as he began to scissor his two fingers. "But I'd like to hear you say you love my cock first."

"Crude," hissed Azula as she squirmed on his hand. The action caused his dick to rub against the dildo again. She gasped at the sensation and then moaned as he added a third.

"Or you can agree that you're my kitten?" offered Aang.

"What is with you and pet names? Do you want me to call you daddy?"

Azula had felt strangely full. His cock was warm and she could feel the heat through the toy, and whenever she moved his cock would rub against the toy, and the toy would rub against her, or against his fingers, and sometimes all three would happen at the same time either because she moved or because of his fingers or both so she wasn't devoting her full attention to her words.

By the time Azula had realized her mistake; the damage had been done.

"I meant puppy," she corrected.

Aang silently fucked her with his middle finger while spreading the other two apart. He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.

"I don't mind," he said, and when Azula opened her mouth to protest he tapped his foot and the dildo shook, and her words fell into a moan.

"I don't mind," he repeated, "but I don't want to argue about it when I'm about to fuck you in the ass for the first time."

Azula nodded and listened to the sound of the lube squelching between his fingers.

"I want to put the condom on," declared Azula.

She could picture the face he was making: brows slanted in a way that complimented his heavy gaze like brushstrokes in a painting. She could turn and catch the figurine purse of his lips between her teeth.

But they both had to be seen later that day, and people would ask questions if the Avatar showed up with a bitten lip.

The earth casing around her arms gave way and Azula reached down and grabbed his cock; preventing the Avatar from making more than a half-step back.

She tugged in a silent command and Aang stepped forward until his prick jutted out between her legs in a way that made it appear like Azula had a penis of her own.

Azula petted the bell-end of his appendage.

"You must be so sensitive right now," she said, her voice dropping into a hushed tone that was somewhere between a comfort and a threat.

Aang rested his chin on her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist, but other than that he made no move to stop Azula.

She reached down further, feeling his shaft, and tracing the veins. His cock twitched as she pushed down on the skin to find the faintest of veins, but the Avatar didn't say anything; he was simply content to nuzzle against her neck and let her do as she pleased to the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

Azula lit a small blue flame on her fingertips and brought it close to his slit. A dribble of precum fell onto the blue flame and was no more.

She glanced at Aang. His eyes were closed. She sighed and extinguished the flame.

"Aang?"

"Mmh?"

"The condom."

He fished around in his pockets before handing her the packet.

"It's lubed," he said with a kiss on her shoulder.

"Is that necessary?"

"Yeah." Aang reached down and placed his fingers back in her asshole, resting them as if they belonged there and occasionally massaging them against her inner walls, against the dildo especially, much in the same way he'd play with her vagina.

"I'd rather you be too wet than too dry," he said, punctuating the words with a pump of his fingers, and adding, "Do you know how to put one on?"

"Mmh," hummed Azula which loosely translated to, "Even if I don't know I can figure it out."

"...we really have been doing this for a while," murmured Aang, "Did you want to do this with anyone else?"

Azula carefully dressed his cock as she pondered the question and his oddly wistful tone. "If I did, it wouldn't interfere with our arrangement. It's the same as if you were to marry someone."

"Ah. Would you at least tell me if you did?"

His voice was strained. Azula thought of how Katara had touched his arm effortlessly, in public, without a second thought.

"I wouldn't want to know," she said, stepping away.

"I would," stressed Aang, wrapping the earth around her arms again. He parted her cheeks and dragged his cock up and down her crack, before resting his prick against her hole.

Aang moved his arms and suddenly the earth encasing her feet moved until Azula found her legs spread so far apart that she was essentially resting against the Avatar's cock to prevent herself from falling backwards.

He's mad?

The dildo began to gyrate.

He's mad.

Why he was mad when she had all but told him he could have her and another woman, Azula couldn't begin to fathom, especially when the dildo was shaking so fast it was practically vibrating.

Then just as she reached the edge; he stopped.

"Aang."

"Look at me," he said calmly as if Azula saying his name with enough venom to kill was an everyday occurrence.

In hindsight, killing the Avatar was a mistake. It had only made him stronger.

"Come on," he said, squeezing her ass and roughly shaking the inflamed cheeks in time to the moving dildo. "Look at daddy."

Even knowing it was what he wanted, Azula couldn't help but turn and glare at him for his words.

The dildo stopped moving. His cock pushed in. One stroke and she was filled from the tip to the base.

"There we go," said Aang pleasantly, his chin one more resting on her shoulder.

Azula was babbling as much as she was moaning. She was filled on both ends. One a pleasant stretch, the other a torturous tease. If she could simply reach down and move the dildo a smidge .

"Your cock," she gasped, "It's pressing against your toy."

"Does it hurt?"

Azula grit her teeth. "No, she said, a moan leaking out at the edge of her voice.

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck you."

He laughed, the sound sending a pleasant vibration through him that had Azula curling her toes and spasming on both his dildo and his cock.

"I hope you know," said Azula as he kissed her neck while she struggled to calm her body, "that I'm going to get revenge."

"Mmhmm. After the dinner?"

"Yes—ah!"

He pulled out, his cock dragging his way out of her before announcing its exit with a pop! and a rush of fluid.

Lube dribbled down her thighs.

"Breathe," he said, his cock pressing against her entrance again.

Azula wanted to mock his inane advice but then he placed his palm underneath her mound, over the base of the dildo. She focused on her breathing instead.

She wasn't sure what signal her body gave him, but the Avatar knew exactly when she was at no risk of an orgasm, but terribly close to one, and he pushed in.

One stroke.

He wasn't intent on making her come, but on making her remember.

Azula flailed when he was a third of the way in but he simply held her hips steady and continued.

"Go faster," she pleaded.

"No," he said, rocking himself halfway in. "Can you hear yourself mewling?"

Azula ignored him. She tried to clench around his cock. Around his dildo. Anything that would bring her over the edge.

"Listen," he said, his cock stretching her even further.

Azula whimpered as his balls finally met her skin.

So close. She was so close.

"How much time do we have left?" she whispered, her body feeling like it was made of molten gold that had molded itself around his cock.

"An hour."

Azula had walked out to rejoin the others and felt as though everyone knew what she had just done.

She squashed the feelings down. It was ridiculous; nothing more than situational paranoia. She had wiped all traces of lube from her ass. There was no gaping hole; Aang had even proved it by flicking his fingers against her hole and lightly scratching the rim until even his pinky finger had met resistance going in.

They had done this long enough that Azula knew how to correct her gait and avoid the tell-tale signs of afterglow.

Yet as Azula walked she felt as though the ghost of his cock was in her ass. She felt both empty and full, satisfied yet incomplete, and the way the dildo moved with her steps only added to the ache.

The Avatar had made her body sing itself hoarse for him and then denied her release. How cruel. How very Fire Nation.

Azula amused herself by thinking of her revenge. She felt a quick jump of the toy as the Avatar rejoined the guests.

I'll keep him on a leash and make him stay under the table with his tongue between my legs for twice as long, thought Azula with a wicked smirk.

She was distracted from her musings when a noble, either embolden or bored by the delay, approached her to chat about his love life of all the nonsensical topics of conversation. Azula held her tongue, resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and reminded herself that allies were useful even when they were annoying.

She was halfway through a noncommittal nod when the yammering suddenly stopped.

"Princess Azula," said a voice behind her.

Azula turned slowly. "Avatar Aang," she replied, her voice dripping with a warning. What are you doing?!

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked as if they were friends.

"Do you make a habit of asking your enemies for favors?" What are you thinking?

He lifted his necklace and draped it around her neck. Azula could hardly bat his hands away when everyone was watching.

Seemingly unconcerned with their audience, the Avatar looped the necklace around her three times until it resembled a collar. He tucked the Air Nation sigil between the beads, tight against her throat, and said, "Hold onto that for me."

He moved quickly, one moment he was in front of her, and the next he was gone; disappearing through the crowd like the wind, all before Azula could pull the necklace away and deliver a scathing rebuttal.

Her hand clasped against the necklace, chasing the ghost of his touch in the ebbing warmth around the wooden symbol.

Then, a voice loudly announced that it was time for the Fire Lord's speech.