A/N: All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- aftercare
- a creative use of marbles
- nipple play (mild)
- temperature play (mild)
Azula felt herself being lifted out of the water and, amazingly, she could also feel his dopey grin.
"What is it," she held back a yawn, "Avatar?"
Light pressed against her eyelids as he, presumably, increased the flames on the candles.
She reluctantly opened her eyes. "What?"
The Avatar set her down on the sink counter and spread her legs with one hand. "Look."
"Oh."
No wonder he was grinning, thought Azula as she saw her reflection.
There were hickeys on both her boobs, each one in the shape of a spiral that ended on her nipples. Azula trailed her nails around them, noting the thin teeth marks and wincing at the increased sensitivity, before moving her hand to down below.
There were hickeys on the side of thighs along with already fading pinch marks, but Azula was more interested in the faint red marks along her pussy.
She cupped her hand and brought forth a flame, lowering it so she could see better.
"Hand prints," he helpfully supplied, nuzzling her neck.
No wonder he was grinning, thought Azula, extinguishing her flame and carefully feeling the tender skin between her legs. She looked utterly debased and they hadn't even made it to the bedroom.
"Admiring your handiwork?" She asked with a questioning look, not understanding why he wanted her to see this now . The marks would mostly still be there in the morning.
He made a rumbling sound in the back of his throat, before opening, then closing, then opening his mouth once more. "This is why," he said at last, "this is why you'll never find me with someone else."
"... okay? " she said with visible confusion.
He let out a frustrated groan.
Azula's ire flared along with the candlelight. She was used to understanding things.
"This isn't show-and-tell," she said, bringing one hand forward to grip his jaw and hold him in place while she moved her mouth closer to the vein running along the side of his neck.
She breathed out sparks of blue ember that struck his jugular, and then she ran her tongue along the welts.
"If you don't fuck me—"
Azula didn't need to complete her sentence. The Avatar was already moving and soon she found herself resting on a bed.
He lit candles. Azula adjusted to the dim light enough to make out his features as he rummaged through the nightstand.
"I want to try something," he said, addressing her thoughts. He held up a jar and tilted the contents into his hand.
Azula saw the oil pool into his hands before her eyes drifted downwards onto his pleasantly naked body
"I'm going to give you a massage," he explained, kneeling onto the bed.
Her eyes flickered back to the nightstand. She couldn't see into the drawers, but she could wager a guess. "And the other containers?" She asked with false assuredness.
"To prevent infection," he said simply, gesturing to the bite marks, "and soreness."
Azula tsked. These were things she could take care of on her own.
Her eyes mournfully traced the limp form of his cock, before traveling back up to his face. "Is that all?" she asked, mentally preparing to leave.
"No, but this comes first," he said with a small smile.
Her conflict must have shown on her face because he added, "You'll come again. I promise," and moved closer. "Back or front?"
Azula made a show of rolling her eyes before turning to lay flat on her stomach.
She felt warm oil pool onto her lower back before the Avatar's thumbs found the divots above her ass and he pressed down with all his weight.
Azula muffled her moan into the pillow.
"You may want to move your hair away," he said, evidently doing his best to not sound smug, which only made his smugness more apparent to Azula.
"You only want me to move my hair so you can kiss my neck," she grumbled.
He moved her hair away with a breeze and then pressed his mouth to her nape in a long, drawn out kiss.
"You are insufferably smug. You know that?"
He hummed in affirmation, massaging the warm oil into her skin.
Azula huffed with irritation. "What do you even get out of this?"
She felt a pinch on her ass.
"Seriously?" She asked, peering over her shoulder at the oh-so-innocent expression on his face.
"I like the view," he replied, giving her ass a squeeze.
"If I had fought you naked—"
—you would have won." he completed.
Azula rested her chin on the pillow and felt him move further up and massage her shoulders. "You're not going to say anything in defense of your character?"
He dug his thumbs in circles into her neck and Azula let out another groan.
"I would have tried very hard to win," he said, reaching down to kiss her neck.
Azula rolled over and raised her hand to his chin, gently cradling his jaw.
She paused to admire his features in the candlelight before she teasingly whispered, "The mighty Avatar, brought down by nudity."
"It's a very potent weakness," he rumbled, clasping his hand over hers and pressing her palm against his cheek before leaning down to capture her mouth in one of those breathtaking kisses that she absolutely despised .
Azula grabbed at him with her free hand and pulled him in closer until she began to feel lightheaded.
She broke the kiss, and he laughed into her mouth.
"You're not going to hold your breath longer than an airbender," he chided, before reaching over and opening another jar.
Azula wrinkled her nose at the sharp medicinal smell coming from the salve he lathered on his hands, but she let him rub it onto her breasts. Her nipples hardening at the cold feeling as he straddled her.
She arched her back slightly until her stomach pressed against his length.
"Azula," he murmured in a warning tone.
She moved back down, only to press her hands against his thighs and knead them; heating her fingertips so that she could pinch little butterfly marks on the side before drifting her hands back down to the bed. Azula smirked as precum began to drip onto her stomach.
The Avatar huffed, his breath ghosting over her hard nipples.
Azula knew he was expecting her to prod him further, so she defied his expectations by staring at him and remaining passively silent as he massaged the salve into her skin. His hands gently jiggling her tender breasts but going no further.
Azula sighed, her eyes wandering back to his genitals. She twisted her head slightly to the side to better watch as his cock bobbed along with his movements. His balls occasionally swaying into view in a mesmerizing display.
"Princess?"
"Hm?"
He coughed and moved to kneel next to her shoulder. "You can touch them if you want," he offered, spreading his legs.
Azula closed her mouth. Hesitantly, she moved to place a hand on his thigh. "My nails are sharp," she warned.
"It's okay. I trust you."
She tsked at him. Trailing her hand up to the base of his cock. "Fool."
"Mhmm."
Azula carefully placed her palm underneath his balls and pressed the pads of her fingers against his sensitive skin. "They're warm," she observed.
"Yes," he said with a smile in his voice.
Azula looked up and caught his lips twitching.
"It's different when you don't have any," she defended, a small blush forming on her face.
"I'm just surprised you've never held them before," he replied, diplomatically.
"I've felt them," she said, cupping her hand to lift his ballsack, and then marveling at the weight. "But only during our... exchanges ."
This would be the first time they'd spend a night together. If they spent the night together.
Azula stroked her thumb across his balls and rolled them in her hand. Watching in mute fascination as the skin tightened.
Could she fall asleep next to him?
She pulled her hand back gently. "What did you want to try?"
He reached over to the nightstand and closed his hands around something.
"Did I ever show you the marble trick?"
The Avatar spun four marbles in his hand with air.
Azula raised an eyebrow but before she could comment he, anticipating her question, pressed the marbles against her rib cage.
She shivered as he bent the air, running the marbles up and down the side of her stomach.
"That tickles," she said.
He returned the marbles to his hand. "I was thinking of doing that, tickling you, while I'm inside."
He gulped, the sound drawing a smirk from Azula. She propped herself up on her elbows and asked, "are you afraid I'll say no?"
"No it's—it's not that." He hesitatingly placed his hand on her mound, his fingers brushing against her pubic hair.
"You feel good," he said, "real good."
"Yes. I presume that is why we both climax," she said dryly.
He tugged on her pubes. "I think we both know it's a bit more than that. I could bury myself inside of you for days."
"I'm the only one you've been with," she pointed out, ignoring the fluttering in her chest.
He absentmindedly trailed his fingers. "There's a reason for that," he said, softly.
The look he was giving her right now sent a spike of something through her heart. "Did you want me to shave?" She said quickly, wincing at her uncharacteristic lack of subtlety.
The Avatar looked back down and frowned in contemplation before lighting a flame on the tip of his finger.
"May I?"
"Yes," said Azula, returning to familiar territory. "Yes to both."
A flare of light, a whiff of burnt hair, and the deed was done.
The Avatar gently blew across her mound and Azula twitched at the increased sensitivity.
He placed the marbles on her mound and blew again. Azula shivered.
The cold marbles inched their way up, parting into twos at her crest and nestling themselves into every sensitive juncture between her hip and navel while he quickly reached over and slathered the contents of the last jar into her pussy.
Azula held back a scowl.
Such a tease.
He blew a warm breath of air against her stomach before attacking her; furiously nipping, sucking, and teething at her stomach. Azula bit her cheek then moaned as his warm tongue was joined by cold swirling marble in a brutal assault against her senses.
If the world could see her now, on her back, willingly being marked by the Avatar.
Azula glared into the darkness. "That's enough!" She barked.
The Avatar stopped and let the marbles drift off her skin. He moved down and licked a broad wet stripe from her slit up to her belly button before nuzzling his chin against the fresh marks.
How can the man who defeated her father be this sweet?
Azula groaned, and he took it as a cue to continue; sucking his way across her stomach, forming another spiral of hickeys, before moving down to press a kiss to her mound.
He moved the marbles back, four in a row, and pressed them along the edges of her pussy, rolling them up and down the sides before bringing them, and his mouth, upwards to the markings he made on her breasts.
Azula gripped the bedsheet as Aang teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue while his hand idly rubbed her stomach, the marbles rolling underneath his palm, before his hand moved down to massage the salve into her folds. The cold marbles trailing across her swollen cunt.
"Stop teasing!" she said at last, through gritted teeth, and he complied, breaching her walls with his finger.
Azula hissed from the sensation. The cold cream highlighting the ache between her legs from his earlier spanks.
He crooked his finger, reigniting a network of pain.
Did he bruise me earlier? wondered Azula as she gasped in his hand.
The very notion was ridiculous, but she was unable to see down there and, based on the feeling alone, Azula could only bitterly surmise that Aang had flayed her open into a pile of sensitive nerves. It was an explanation for the way she was coming undone on his fingers that afforded her a bit of dignity.
She felt another finger nudge at her entrance.
"Avatar!"
"Do you want me to stop, Kitten?" He asked, withdrawing his mouth from around her nipple, and softly caressing her clit.
There goes the last of my dignity, thought Azula.
"Don't call me that!" She scolded only to let out an undignified yelp as she felt another cold coated finger slide in.
"You're nursing my fingers like a kitten nurses a bottle," he replied, wiggling his fingers, and making Azula gush liquid around them.
"Did you like it when I spanked your pussy?" He asked, teasing a third finger.
Agni have mercy! Of course he would ask that question genuinely.
"I didn't tell you to stop," bit out Azula, her toes curling as she throbbed around his digits.
He frowned. "Okay, I'm going to remove my fingers now-"
Azula spasmed around his hand.
"Stop me if it hurts-"
"Don't. I liked it when you spanked my pussy," she said in a rush, her face turning red.
"Oh," he said softly and Azula covered her face with her hands.
He swirled his thumb around her clit in silence, thrusting his fingers in and out of her before joining them with a third, the marbles forgotten on the bed.
His fingers nestled there, in her pussy, until he slowly stretched them apart, causing Azula to hold back a whimper.
"Would you like me to spank you harder or softer next time?" He casually asked, his breath ghosting across her sensitive clit.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice sounding desperate.
Aang kissed her bare mound. "Okay," he replied, as if he had asked her what she wanted for breakfast. Then he began to scissor his fingers.
How embarrassing. Coming undone from his fingers alone, thought Azula as she cried out.
He removed his fingers, and scooped the evidence of her orgasm onto her mound. Coating her with the sticky residue.
Azula pressed her tongue against her teeth and focused on slowing her racing heartbeat. Let him make a mess with her juices if he wants. It's not her bed.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She said with a ragged breath, folding one leg and angling it to the side so that he could better see her core. "The being inside of me part?"
He pursed his lip and lovingly ran a finger along her slit, rubbing in the last of the cream mixed with her juices. "You're sore. It will be snug. Let me—"
"Put it in now, Avatar," she snapped.
He frowned and blew a gust of air over her body, sending the marbles spinning back across her belly and making her twitch.
She refuses to be undone by a couple of marbles and his fingers.
"Despite whatever notion you have concocted inside your brain," she drawled, "when I come to you for sex I do expect you to insert your penis into my vagina."
Aang pinched a nipple between his fingers and leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek, before kneading her freshly bared and sticky mound.
"It's okay to be nervous," he said, lining up his cock. "Tell me when to stop."
Azula groaned as he pressed into her. Whatever lotion he lathered was keeping the soreness away but only just. Snug was an understatement. They fit into each other so keenly that she could feel every pulse and count every vein.
Then he stopped.
"You're not even halfway in," she whined trying to clench down on his cock as he dragged it out, her actions making her pussy protest with pain.
"Sorry, I don't want to come just yet," he groaned, resting his cock on her pussy and rubbing the precum into her mound.
"I don't care if you're soft inside of me as long as you're inside of me," she declared.
His hands stilled, and a moment later he was pressing his mouth to hers with a surprising amount of force.
She broke the kiss. "Ava—mmph."
Azula halfheartedly fought back before relaxing and letting him claim her mouth until they were both breathing heavily.
Then she felt his cock kiss her pussy.
"Aang," she moaned as he slowly filled her, toes curling as he pressed against her spot with practiced ease.
She wrapped her legs around him as he came, feeling his every tremor.
He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, "Sorry."
"I wasn't lying," she said, feeling him soften. "You feel good regardless."
"I do?"
"Mmmh," she hummed, stretching her arms out and trailing her nails on his scar. She nibbled his ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his weight on her.
"Tell me how," He said, nuzzling against her neck.
"Manners, Avatar."
He began peppering her face with kisses and Azula tsked, "That's not a 'please'," but she answered his question anyway.
"Right now, I could tell your heart rate from the feeling of you cock alone." Azula clenched around him, moaning at the heady combination of a little bit of pain and a whole lot of pleasure. "That first time...do you remember it?"
"How could I forget?" He said wistfully.
Azula absentmindedly scratched the scar on his back, making him release a lustful sigh. "I honestly was planning on leaving you with your pants down," she admitted, and felt him pout against her face.
"That's mean," whined Aang.
"Hmph. You were the one who initiated. I didn't plan any of it."
He huffed."I had a boner and you teased me about it."
"Who gets a boner when fighting for their life?" said Azula, incredulous. "And I didn't think you would accept."
He rested his chin on her shoulder and turned to face her. "Why wouldn't I accept?"
"Because I was trying to kill you and I still am," she reminded him.
He tugged on a stray bang and absentmindedly twirled the strand around his finger. "But you don't try to kill me when we have sex," he pointed out, "and that's much better than having you try to kill me all the time."
She placed a kiss on his forehead. "I was going to leave you with your pants down," she whispered into his ear, "Proof that even the Avatar was corruptible."
"But...?" He prodded.
Azula hid her smile. "Didn't you say you'd make me come? Once is not enough, Avatar."
He nipped her ear before reaching down.
"Marbles again? Really?"
"Your body is a lot more honest than you are, Princess."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means," he said, rolling the marbles back to her breasts. "that your pussy will soon be trying to milk me."
Azula felt the marbles roll against the faint bite marks on her breasts and she stifled a moan.
"There we go," he said, reaching down with one hand to stroke her pussy.
"They're tender," she defended.
He moved his hand back up and made a breeze, pushing the marbles over the spiral pattern of hickeys and circling them around her nipples.
He then gently pinched her nipples between two marbles each.
"How tender?" He asked, rocking the marbles back and forth, twisting her rosebuds, and rubbing his thumb against the sensitive tips.
Azula closed her eyes and let her appreciative moan fill the room.
The Avatar placed his mouth against a nipple and chewed.
She gasped.
He gently grazed the nub with his teeth before coating it with a series of small licks and kisses while moving all the marbles to the unoccupied nipple.
Azula watched as he repeated the trick from earlier, spinning the marbles in his hands before pressing them against her boob except, this time, he had heated his hands.
Azula hissed as she felt the warm metal roll along the hickeys. A thought struck her. "Airbender sigils," she gasped, "You're trying to leave marks."
"They'd be covered by clothing," he said, unabashed, and before taking the marbles back into his hand, heating them once more, and dropping them back onto her breast.
Azula trembled at the sensations: the marbles burning against her skin, his teeth chewing on her nipple, his cock seated inside of her but not fully hard.
He unwrapped his arm from around her waist to press his fingers and stretch the areola until only the very tip of her nipple was between his teeth and then he bit down.
"Aang!" she gasped, flexing her hands.
He alternated, letting her feel his breath against the nipple that hadn't been in his mouth, and she heard the marbles clink in his hand.
"If you wore more clothes I could mark you as well," she grumbled, squeezing her thighs around him. "And how are you not hard yet?"
He laughed, sending vibrations through his chest and causing Azula to clench her pussy, turning his laugh into a moan .
"You wore me out Princess," he groaned softly and Azula could feel his precum dribble inside her as he reached his full length. She clenched again just to feel him twitch.
He moaned as he once again chewed her nipple and spun heated marbles around her breast.
"Ridiculous," she scoffed.
He bit her nipple and let the burning marbles fall to her stomach where they swirled over the freshly made hickeys, making her twitch, until Aang said, with a groan, "If I don't fuck you right now I think you're going to peel the skin off my cock."
Azula smirked and placed her hands on his chest. "Get on with it then."
He thrust into her slowly. Once. Twice.
Sinking himself to the hilt and then starting a cruel, leisurely pace.
Azula ran her hand along his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex as he dove into her. The air was littered with their moans, but she wanted his voice to be especially hoarse the next morning.
Azula let blue flames erupt from her hands.
The Avatar had a fire fetish.
He slowed down further, somehow, his cock head teasingly brushing against that spot, and he watched, mesmerized, as she let the flames lick along his chest. Azula waited till his skim sheened with sweat before removing her flames and running her nails up and down his chest.
He grinded against her in response before thrusting faster and faster.
This was a different battle. One where neither side could lose.
Azula moaned as she felt a familiar heat in her nether regions and then he had the audacity to stop.
She glared at him and was about to say something when his hands pressed against the sides of her face and she saw his eyes bore into her.
He resumed thrusting. His cock now hammering into that spot at every snap of his hips.
Azula bit her lip to stop herself from making a sound as she came.
He was watching her.
The Avatar gently pressed his mouth to hers and softly sucked on her bottom lip, her blood mixing with his spit, as he spilled inside of her.
Azula groaned at the familiar feeling of his warm cum coating her insides.
Aang gave her bottom lip one last suck before dipping his finger into her bellybutton, wiggling it, and moving his mouth down.
Azula pressed her hand to the back of his neck as he washed the hickeys with kisses and the marbles drifting off into the blanket.
"You didn't plan this," she said accusingly.
"You would have left otherwise," he says hoarsely, licking his way back up to her breasts and then to the crook of her neck.
He sighed happily before reaching for the jar again and pouring the contents over his latest spiral. Aang then reached down and pressed a chaste kiss to the spiral, humming into her belly before moving back to face her.
He pressed his mouth to her cheek and slowly wrapped his arms around her. "Stay for breakfast?" Asked Aang, nuzzling her face.
Belatedly, Azula realized her ankles were still locked around him.
She unlocked her ankles and he sunk deeper into her in response.
"Please," he whispered desperately, moving his lips to her mouth. "I'll kiss you until you fall asleep."
"I hate your kisses," she grumbled, pressing his face to hers and muffling his response.
She could stay, she supposed, closing her eyes as he kissed her soundly. It would all be over soon anyways.
Azula felt his cock slide out.
"I want to feel you in me in the morning," she said without opening her eyes, and then, when he doesn't quite understand her request, she reached down and pressed his softening cock back into her.
He shifts so that he is resting his weight on her, nestling his cock inside of her, as he well should, and letting his balls drape against her perineum.
Azula curled into his chest, breathing in the scent of him, and rested her hands on the scar she gave him as he resumed his promise of kissing her until she fell asleep.
One night. One last night.