A/N:All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- Aftercare
- Nipple Biting
Azula straddled his thigh and leaned her head against his shoulder.
The Avatar was doing a very thorough job of making sure she was clean; combining his nimble fingers with his water bending.
Her pussy twitched in the soapy water, sending a spasm of pain through her and making her moan appreciatively.
She was so sore.
Aang paused in his ministrations to reach down and lift her leg and fold it back to her ears with such nonplussed casualness that Azula couldn't help but blush.
They had definitely crossed a line somewhere.
His hand slid past her pubic hair and he bent a coating of ice over her cunt.
Azula hissed at the sudden cold, her eyes fluttering at the sensation.
He brushed his hand against her core and slowly pushed a finger into her inflamed inner walls.
Azula tensed. The aftermath of their engagement had left her quite sore. Without the adrenaline, Azula was keenly aware of how tender and swollen her pussy felt. She half expected to look down between her legs and see a throbbing mass of red hand prints.
He pressed his finger against her walls, searching them, circling back around her entrance before sinking into her once more while spreading the cold.
Azula jerked her leg free. He kept his hand there, one finger in her pussy, and resumed scrubbing her clean with his other hand.
Still possessive I see.
Azula smirked into his neck and mouthed the words, "You feel so good, Avatar." rolling his title off her tongue and punctuating it with a long lick over his jugular.
He blushed. He had his finger shoved into her cunt like an adornment and he blushed at her words.
"Does it hurt?" He asked timidly as he lapped water at her mound and nudged his finger.
Azula grasped his hand and he slowly dragged his finger out, drawing another hiss from her.
"In a good way, Aang," she said, recovering her breath as she leaned back against his chest.
Aang hummed in response and slowly massaged her neck, digging his fingers deep into her tense muscles.
Azula sighed happily and closed her eyes, nuzzling into his shoulder.
He moved down to her upper back and rolled his hands there before placing a kiss at the back of her neck and mouthing at the nape.
"You're purring, Kitten."
She ignored him.
He nipped in response, like a child.
"I don't respond to that pet name," she drawled, feeling him sink his teeth in response.
"Don't leave a mark," she warned.
"It would keep you out of trouble for a while," he replied and Azula knew he was pouting. She felt his tongue lap at the area and his hands drift downwards.
No one knew they were having these sultry engagements. The mere idea would give her brother a heart attack.
She felt him slither the water around her legs, felt him heat the water into steam. She opened her eyes slightly, peering at the blue tattoos that decorated his skin as his fingers brushed the lips between her legs once more.
She winced as he massaged her clit and he kissed her forehead in apology before sending a rush of cooled water against her core; making Azula shiver.
I could be the other woman. Not that it matters, thought Azula, reaching down and wrapping her hands around his cock. It was soft. She huffed in displeasure before admiring the weight in her hands and gently running her thumb across his slit.
He rocked his thigh.
Tease.
She moved her hand down his shaft and hummed pleasantly as he returned to using his attentive fingers.
He kissed the side of her neck in response.
"I was humming," she said, petulant.
He leaned back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her deeper into the water.
"When I'm fucking you," he said, and Azula felt a curl of heat at hearing the Avatar swear so casually, "you mewl between thrusts."
She let go of his flacid cock and turned in his arms, letting her breasts rest on his chest. "Do I now?"
"No, not at all," he said quickly, no longer meeting her eyes.
Azula smirked in victory, until she realized that he intended to do nothing more than stare. "You can touch them," she reminded him.
He immediately moved his hands and Azula rolled her eyes, Honestly you'd think he was a virgin, before remembering what he had said before in the heat of the moment. That he hadn't had sex with anyone besides her.
Azula didn't know what to make of it and, as Aang eagerly pressed his mouth against her breast, she found herself too distracted to give it any further thought.
The Avatar rolled his tongue around her nipple as though it were candy and he moaned around his mouthful of tit. One hand was reaching down to paw at her ass, the other was securely squeezing the boob that wasn't being stuffed into his mouth.
"Avatar," she heatedly moaned. Perhaps he was waiting till marriage, "you're going to spoil your wife."
He froze, his whole face turning red as he moved his mouth away from her tits and looked down at her with a glazed look.
"Wife?" He whispered, licking his lips.
Azula furrowed her eyebrows at the heated look. "Whomever you've chosen to help you repopulate. Katara was it? She'll be very pleased on your wedding night."
The silence stretched out between them.
Azula put her hand on the back of his neck and tugged. He sighed and moved his mouth back to her breasts.
Something was wrong.
Azula trailed her nails along his arrows in an unspoken question.
"I'm not dating Katara," he mumbled.
She frowned. "You can't expect me to know the names of everyone you're dating."
He froze. Again.
"Avatar."
"You think I'm dating someone." It wasn't a question.
"Of course you are," she replied, because how on Earth would he still be single.
"Hm. These would be covered," he said, giving her boobs a firm squeeze before bringing them back to his mouth and biting down hard.
He drew blood.
"Avatar!"
"Hmm?" he said, mouthing and lapping at the blood before firmly latching his lips around her breast and suckling at the spot.
"You have a filthy mouth," she softly moaned.
He removed his mouth and placed a kiss on the spot. Lifting up and squeezing her tit so that she could see the hickey and bite mark in all its glory.
"Good?" He asked.
She nodded.
He moved his mouth slightly to the side of the mark. "I'm going to cover them with these," he promised.
Azula waited.
He flicked his tongue. "Good?"
"I am quite capable of making you stop," she snapped.
He rubbed his thumb against her hardened nipple. "I like it when you ask," he said.
"Aang," she sarcastically cooed, "please mark me."
I suppose asking nicely has its benefits, thought Azula as the pinpricks of pain on her breasts were matched with a gentle rocking of his thigh.
Of course, this time she wasn't restrained.
Azula rubbed her hands on the back of his neck, digging her knuckles into his dripping wet muscles.
He groaned softly before pressing his teeth into a patch of unmarked skin.
He's being very thorough, she thought,
waiting for him to finish suckling on the mark.
As soon as she felt his tongue, Azula drummed her nails on the back of his neck as forewarning.
He hummed against her skin, placing a kiss on his most recent mark.
Azula let her flames lick his back and heat the surrounding soapy water. He shivered despite the heat. She placed her hand on the scar in the middle of his back. "What would they think if they could see you now?" asked Azula, pressing her heated hands against the scarred skin.
His shoulders shook.
"Are you...laughing?"
He raised his head, mirth evident in his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just...they'd probably be happy for me, honestly."
"Happy?"
He nodded and moved down to playfully nibble a nipple. "I'm giving a speech then meeting with the Air Acolytes tomorrow. They keep finding ways to ask if I'm celebate."
"The Acolytes or the reporters?"
He moved his mouth to her other tit. Mouthing at the flesh and letting his teeth graze the unmarked skin.
"Both," he replied, biting down.
Azula watched him work. Handsome indeed. and felt the hickeys he left behind.
Aang pushed her hands away and resumed rocking his thigh against her.
Her eyes flashed with anger. She pinched the skin behind his ear and he looked up.
"It's my body," she chided.
He blew on her breasts and Azula shivered.
"They're sensitive," he said, stating the obvious. "Don't touch them till tomorrow."
Azula winced, realizing how sore she would be the next morning. There were bite marks dotting her breasts and her pussy was still sore from his slaps.
Shame flushed across her body.
How had she let it reach this far?
She was splayed out for him earlier and now she rested in his arms and willingly bore his marks.
He tenderly ran his fingers through her hair. "Which shampoo do you want?" He asked.
Azula glanced at his bald head. Her heart skipped a beat. "Whichever you think is best," she said, because no he did not go out and buy it just for her.
Hands massaged her scalp. The Avatar was washing her hair.
Ridiculous.
Azula propped herself on her elbows and admired the view beneath her.
When they had first met, she had thought him alluring without quite knowing what it meant. Then they had both filled out.
Azula reached into the water and ran her hands along his toned chest.
She watched his arms flex as he lathered her hair, and she reached up and placed a kiss on the spot behind his jaw.
"Princess," he moaned.
She laid down on his chest, wincing as her breasts squished against his chest.
Perhaps a better question would be why he had agreed.
He bent water through her hair and she subtly pressed her leg against his cock.
The sex felt good. That was why.
"Azula," he whispered, "could we move to the bedroom?"
Why not? They had the rare treat of time to themselves. She would enjoy herself thoroughly and then go back to terrorizing him and his allies.
He squirted conditioner into his hands and briefly rubbed them together before caressing the strands of her hair. Azula closed her eyes.
It's not as though they'd develop feelings for each other. It was just sex.