A/N: All characters have been aged up.

This chapter contains:

- bondage

- wax play

Azula drank a familiar tea and admired the sight before her.

Red rope crossed his bare chest and spread his naked thighs; tying him securely to the chair and allowing Azula to feast her eyes on his body.

"This isn't breakfast!" Protested the Avatar and Azula grinned wickedly.

"Does someone not like having his cock tied up?" She cooed, admiring the red bow wrapped around the base of cock and resting snugly on his balls.

He flexed and Azula eyes drifted back to admiring the muscles in his arms. "I said I was sorry," he said.

Azula scoffed. "You're not sorry at all," she replied, gesturing to her lower regions.

His cock bobbed in approval.

"Perhaps I should go put some clothes on," she threatened as he fought back a grin.

"It looks good on you," he said, innocently.

"You burned an arrow into my pubic hair," she deadpanned, stepping forward and holding her tea out. "That deserves a punishment." She tilted the cup letting the hot liquid drip onto his cock.

"Wait!"

Azula paused. She didn't think the liquid was that hot.

"Don't you need to drink all of that?" He asked.

"Aang, we've done this—" she counted back; far too many times —"several times. I know my dosage."

He nodded but Azula didn't risk pouring her tea. The last thing she needed was for him to wonder whether she was pregnant.

She finished her tea, settling the cup on the table, and moved to straddle him.

Azula smirked as Aang unabashedly humped the air, trying to do more than just brush the tip of his cock against her pussy, before groaning and hanging his head back over the chair in defeat.

She watched him breath, admiring the lines on his neck and the way his chest heaved.

He really is beautiful, she thought reverently before lacing her hands behind his neck and propping his head back up.

"How much time do I have?" she asked.

His lips thinned, meaning they had very little time. "I can be late for my meeting with Zuko," he said, carefully.

"You two are giving a speech together," she said, playing her hand. Of course she would know what the Fire Lord would be up to.

He sighed and Azula impulsively kissed the arrow on his forehead before moving to stand behind him.

"You just have to keep those ropes on underneath and meet me afterwards."

She walked away and smirked as she heard him twist in his chair, until a low whistle pierced the room.

Azula turned to see the back of his head, the tips of his ears bright red and no doubt matching the blush across her face.

We're getting too domestic, thought Azula, as an idea struck her.

"If you wore more clothes I would be able to mark you elsewhere," she said dripping red wax onto his thighs and watching them tremble, "as it stands I'm going to have to paint your cock," With that, she poured the rest of the wax onto his abdomen and lit another candle.

He was breathing heavily. Azula reached down and gently massaged his balls, letting them swell and press against the rope.

"Princess," he hissed.

"Shush. The wax isn't ready yet, and neither is this " she said, pointedly brushing her nail against the slit of his cock."

Then she knelt and pressed a kiss to the tip.

"Azula!"

"If you struggle too much you'll create rope burns," she warned, flicking her tongue. "People will notice."

He made a strangled sound in his throat and Azula moved her mouth away so that she could view his balls as they bounced and bulged against the rope.

'This is cruel," he whined.

"If you want, I could stop—

"No!"

—and add the wax now." she continued, wrapping her hands around his cock.

His eyes darted to the table at the wide pooling red candle.

"What were you originally planning?" he asked.

I'm planning on having my father slay you, thought Azula, idly tracing a vein.

Aloud, she said, "I wanted to tease you and have you come while I painted your cock with wax. Red is such a pretty color on you."

He took a deep breath. "Okay."

She looked up in surprise before flattening her expression. "Since you have a prior engagement, if you don't come in time then you'll have to go as you are, albeit with clothes."

His brows knit together. "With the rope?"

"Yes. And a hard-on," said Azula, before tilting her head to the side and squeezing her hands around his cock. "How big are you?"

"Huh?"

"Compared to others...are you...impressive?"

He shrugged, a wry smile gracing his face. "Do I seem impressive?"

"You seem insufferable," she retorted, bringing one hand down to squeeze his balls, making him jump. "Yes or no, Avatar?"

"Yesss," he hissed as she gently scratched his balls along the rope.

Azula looked at his cock and frowned in consideration before placing the glistening head between her lips.

"If you call me Kitten," she warned, "I'll stop."

He doesn't taste bad, thought Azula as she lapped at his precum. He didn't taste good either, at least not good enough that she would bury her tongue in his juices as readily as he does with her pussy. Perhaps she was simply not tasting enough.

Azula swirled her tongue around his head and stroked her hand along his cock, letting him pool into her mouth, before swallowing.

She licked her lips, contemplating as she listened to his cries.

Azula decided that while she didn't mind the taste, she certainly loved the sounds he made.

"Need a break?" She innocently asked, keeping her mouth close so he could feel her breath.

He made a garbled sound and Azula patiently waited.

"Yes," he panted.

Azula let go of his cock and eyed it appraisingly as she rested her head on his thigh.

She wasn't foolish enough to attempt to take him into her mouth, at least not without more time. She couldn't close her hand around him comfortably and the Avatar was irritatingly proportionate.

"Okay. I'm good."

Azula reached out to peel the red wax dotting his thighs, melting it in some cases so that it would pool into a sensitive juncture she would then scrape against with her nails.

His breathing quickened.

Azula pressed her fingers against the underside of his balls, gently flicking them up and down, when a thought struck her.

"Avatar would you... like it if I pressed your penis into my boobs?"

"I think so," he said, tilting his head. "I would also very much like to come. Please and thank you."

Azula laughed. "Nice try, Avatar. You should have thought of that beforehand."

"...I like your laugh."

Azula pointedly did not look up. She focused instead on maneuvering his cock between her breasts.

He felt warm and sticky, and Azula winced as the rope around his base brushed against her sore tits, but he didn't feel bad nestled between her boobs.

Azula pressed herself against him some more until she could reach out and brush his cock with her tongue.

He moaned, and Azula repeated the gesture until she was bathing his cock head with her spit.

"Please may I call you Kitten," he groaned through gritted teeth.

She licked her lips, breaking the trail of spit between them, and softly blew on his cock. "Thank you for reminding me about the wax," she teased, standing up.

He did look good in red.

Azula held the candle in her hand. The wait was to build suspense, as a firebender she could heat the wax as she pleased and she did so, heating the wax some more before lifting the candle above his head.

"Don't move," she warned, tilting the hot wax slowly dripped onto the arrow on his forehead.

He tensed and scrunched his eyes shut.

"Don't leave a mark," he said as a reminder but it came out sounding like a plea.

"I think you'd like it if I did," said Azula.

He said nothing in response. They both knew it was true just as they both knew she wouldn't risk exposing their secret.

She moved and heated the wax some more before letting it cascade down his chest in ruby red pearls.

"Aang."

He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated.

Azula placed her mouth close to his chest and softly blew on the wax, feeling him tremble beneath her.

She would miss this.

Azula brought her nails up and slowly scratched at the wax, before pressing the candle to the inside of his thighs.

He kicked out his legs. Azula smirked as he futilely struggled, the wax pooling around his leg, and she copied the action onto his other thigh before placing the candle on the chair, right between his legs and uncomfortably close to his penis.

Silently, she reached out and dragged her nails under the drying wax, peeling it off his body. Then she tugged on the rope around his cock, loosening it a fraction, and pumped her hand up and down his cock.

He moaned softly.

Azula moved her hand further down until the side of her hand brushed against his ball sack. She moved to brush her thumb against the sensitive skin before pressing her hand against the underside of his balls, fondling them. Slowly, she began to squeeze.

He took in a sharp breath.

Azula stilled. "Too much?" she asked.

Aang shook his head, his body trembling. "How did you get so good at this so quickly?" he wheezed.

The corners of Azula's mouth tilted upwards. She squeezed his balls again, watching, carefully, as he flexed against the rope.

"I like your cock," she softly murmured as he pulsed in her hand, before raising her voice and answering with, "It's not difficult to figure out."

Azula then withdrew her hand and stood up. Lazily, she lifted the candle to his eye level, before tapping the base and draping more wax along his hip and pubic region.

Aang bit his lip and trembled slightly.

Azula pressed a kiss against his jugular, before raising his chin.

"Watch me, Aang."

She tipped the candle.

Ah!

Wax splattered against his cock.

He started twisting, trying to avoid the hot drops, and Azula brought the candle closer as punishment; dripping red stripes around his shaft like a candy cane.

"A-Azula," he moaned.

She paused, letting him relax minutely, before pouring the rest of the wax over his cock head.

He thrashed in his binds, but Azula didn't let up until she had encased the head of his cock in a burning red shell.

"I believe it's time for your meeting," she said, blowing on his cock and noting with approval that his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest.

Aang hung his head and groaned.

"There, there," she said, tightening the bow, "I'll remove the wax, you just have to keep the rope."

"Around my wrists?"

"No, only your chest and cock..." she trailed off, staring at his unbound hands. The ones she had tied herself.

She glared at him and yanked the wax off his cock in a single tug.

"Ow!" He yelped. "What was that for?"

"For being insufferable," she grumbled.