A/N: All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- rope bondage (very mild)
- semi-public sex
- oral sex (male and female)
The soreness she felt every time the fabric brushed against her tender breasts, along with the ache between her legs, reminded her of Aang.
It also made her cross her arms over her chest and walk with a slight limp, which helped with her disguise.
Azula made her way into the crowd. She wasn't worried about her brother recognizing her, if it wasn't for the scar she made on his chest she would have half expected Zuzu to forget about her entirely. No, her target was Aang.
She waited for his eyes to find her and smirked when his mouth dropped open.
One last exchange before her father returned to glory.
She waited for the Avatar to begin his part of the speech before moving closer.
He stumbled over his words; all because she was wearing his shirt.
Azula chuckled and stepped behind a stranger, making Aang dart his eyes.
"Thank you Aang," said her brother, before addressing the crowd, "Any questions?"
The Avatar frowned but didn't say anything, choosing to remain polite. She was going to make him regret that choice.
Azula stepped back into view, letting her hair fall across her face in case her dear brother did glimpse her and think that the woman wearing Air Nomad clothing could possibly be his sister.
In all likelihood, he probably believed she was dead.
Azula discarded the thought and waited for a question to be directed to the Avatar.
A woman in surprisingly similar clothing stepped forward and bowed before demurely asking— oh this was too good.
Azula pulled her shirt down, letting him see her nipples strain against the fabric. She then reached up, pushed her hair to the side, and moved the shirt so it bared her shoulder in case he was still under the wrong impression that she was wearing something underneath.
"Avatar Aang?" asked the woman.
The Avatar closed his mouth and audibly gulped. "I'm sorry," he said, "Could you repeat the question?"
"Of course. My question was: When can we expect more airbenders to be brought into this world?"
Aang rubbed his neck, his hand lingering over where Azula knew rope had been bound against him.
She imagined he would be uncomfortable considering her presence, the questions, and the rope pressing against his skin.
However, she wanted to push him further.
As he gave a noncommittal answer, Azula whispered into the ears of strangers and grinned as gossip spread through the crowd like wildfire.
The Avatar looked quite nervous.
"I think we should—"
Azula shook her head.
"—answer more questions," said the Avatar with a sigh and sending a doleful look her way.
Really, you'd think she was torturing him.
Azula stood in the front and absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt while she waited for the next question to be asked of the Avatar.
A man stepped forward and bluntly asked, "Are the rumors of you underperforming in the bedroom true?"
Azula snickered into her hand as the Avatar sent her a vicious glare.
"No," he answered, "that was a rumor started by a mean-spirited kitten."
He was so going to pay for that.
A young girl stepped up and, in between giggles, asked, "Are the rumors of you overperforming true? Do you have a harem of secret lovers?"
Then again, sometimes the best revenge was one she didn't have to serve.
Azula openly laughed at the affronted, slack jawed expression on his face and his resounding, "No!"
If only they knew.
Of course, Azula wasn't there to solely laugh at the Avatar's expense; that was merely an additional benefit. She was here because at the end of the meeting he and her brother will stand and pose in front of a torch, and it would be a shame if the Avatar wasn't fully on display.
Azula brought her hand up and circled her thumb around a nipple before gently holding it between her fingers.
She saw him fidget in his chair.
Flashing him a smirk, she pinched and pulled at the nub, fondling herself, before letting go and twisting her other tit.
She saw his Adam's apple bob.
Azula dropped her hands only to brush them over her body as she stretched her arms in a long, drawn out yawn.
The same man stepped forward again, "Avatar Aang, forgive me if I'm being prudent but can anyone corroborate your claim of not being bad in bed?"
The Avatar stared at her and Azula shrugged in response and mouthed the words "Not my doing."
The Avatar sighed. "Can we please keep all personal questions to ourselves?"
He looked at her and rolled his eyes, bringing a fond smile to her face that was soon joined by a mischievous gleam in her eyes as the questions began to slow down.
Azula's hands drifted lower, pulling at the edge of her shirt. Then, making sure he was watching, she brought the shirt up slightly and placed her hand underneath. Slowly, making sure he could see the imprint of her hand, she brought it up to her breast and squeezed.
He pressed his mouth into the palm of his hand, pretending that he was only resting his chin.
Azula saw him cross his legs. She smirked and repeated the motion with her other breast before softly jiggling them up and down.
He curled his hand into fist and pressed it against his mouth.
"Avatar Aang, it's time for you to—"
Azula removed her hands and crossed her arms over herself as the Avatar stood up.
Impressive indeed.
Azula stepped back into the now tittering crowd.
Aang stepped down from the stage and as Azula saw his stormy eyes, she wondered whether he would take her then and there.
Her thoughts were dashed when a similarly dressed group of girls surrounded him.
"Avatar Aang," said one of them, fluttering her eyes and stepping too close to him, "We, Air Acolytes, would like to discuss—"
"He has a prior engagement," snapped Azula, stepping forward.
"I do?" asked Aang, peering at her with interest and holding a charming smile.
Azula's lips curled. "I could have been mistaken."
The smile dropped into a pout which garnered no sympathy from Azula. If he wanted to tease her then he should be prepared to face the consequences.
Azula idly turned her back on him, smirking when she heard his footsteps.
She wasn't expecting him to be so brazen as to place his hand on the small of her back.
"Be more subtle," she hissed. The words dying in her throat as she saw the look on his face.
"We'll be using the meditation room," called Aang to the Air Acolytes, shepherding her away.
"Eager, aren't we?" teased Azula. She felt his hand drift lower. "Behave."
"You started it Princess," he whispered, but his hand strayed no further.
Azula scoffed in response. "You enjoyed it."
Enjoyed it indeed.
Azula barely had a moment to glance around at the inside of the meditation room before she was pushed against the wall, his hot mouth pressed against hers and his hands pawing at her clothes.
Eager, thought Azula, rubbing her thigh against him and feeling his cock through layers of clothes. He shoved his hands into her pants, sliding under her garments to give her ass a squeeze. She gasped, and he used that opportunity to reach his tongue further into her mouth, and kneaded her ass until she moaned.
A breath.
"You're going to bruise my lips, Avatar," she said, before placing her hands on his chest and firmly pushing him back.
He whimpered. Actually whimpered.
"Strip," commanded Azula, openly grinning with power when he hurriedly complied.
Azula watched with wry amusement as Aang disrobed. She laughed as his cock sprung into the open, pretty bow and all. He blushed. .
"Don't remove it," said Azula, running her hands over his body and admiring her red rope stretched taut across his chest and looped around his bobbing erection in a neatly made bow
He groaned. His cock flagging in protest.
"Such a lovely shade of red," she cooed before lightly running her nails
over his firm stomach.
Quite well put together, aren't you? thought Azula, admiringly, as she ghosted her nails down the sides of his sotmach before reaching around to give his muscular ass a responding squeeze.
"Azula" he hissed, his voice exceedingly desperate.
"Avatar," she said calmly, licking her lips, "If I let you come now, will you be able to come again?"
His eyes grew dark. "You'll be limping," he promised.
"Mmh."
Azula tugged at the bow, drawing forth a yelp, before kneeling down to place a kiss on his cock.
He hissed.
She polished the head with her thumb while she loosened the ropes around his shaft and balls. Precum oozing off his cock as she worked. Azula licked her thumb. Not bad, but, she thought, as she saw the naked desire on his face, perhaps it's more about power.
Azula tapped at his balls, swaying them forward so that she could place kisses joined with little licks and nibbles.
" Kitten " he moaned just as Azula was debating on how much of his ball sack she could stuff into her mouth.
She flicked her nails against his balls instead, making him shiver.
"And here I was thinking of letting you come into my mouth," she said, standing up to loosen the knots across his chest marginally.
He clenched his jaw instead of answering so Azula wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss against his jugular, her teeth pressing against the vein.
"Would you like that?" she whispered, "Answer me Aang."
He exhaled deeply from his nose."I think we both know I very much would," he said through gritted teeth.
"Quite a sassy remark from someone with a bow around his cock," retorted Azula, but she took pity on him and knelt once more.
She tugged at the rope around his balls, moving his cock until it met her mouth in a wet kiss. He shuddered, precum oozing in a steady stream from his tip. Azula lapped at it as she pondered the best way to proceed.
She slid her fingers underneath the bow to press against the tender skin, and curled her fingers between his balls and the rope. She parted her lips and brought him closer. He placed his hands on the side of her throat in response.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked, rubbing circles into the sides of her neck.
Azula moved his cock away from her mouth and eyed it critically. "I can fit the head into my mouth," she said with finality before moving back. "If you shove I will bite it off," she warned.
"I won't."
Azula gently placed the head in her mouth, feeling the weight and spongy texture, only to move back in alarm as it jumped in her mouth.
The Avatar bit his lip. Likely to hold back laughter noted Azula with a flash of embarrassment.
She gave his balls a warning squeeze, before placing her other hand along his shaft and guiding him back to her mouth.
Azula pressed her tongue against the underside, her lips wrapping around the ridge, and had just managed to coax the head of his cock comfortably into her mouth, when there was a knock on the door.
She stilled, tasting precum as he gushed along her tongue.
"Avatar Aang?" called a female voice from behind the door.
He clasped his hands on the back of her neck. "Yeah?" He groaned out.
"May we come in?"
He hummed and moved a hand to cup Azula's face. "No," he said, pressing his palm against her cheek. "I'm doing a special airbender technique," he elaborated, bringing his other hand up and squishing her face in between them. "You can't open the door but I can talk to you through it."
Azula glared at him and he stopped playing with her face to tickle the underside of her chin.
She softly suckled as the lady on the other side of the door prattled on. Tasting him, but not quite sure if she could swallow around his meat. Semen pooled into her mouth. In an attempt to move the liquid to the side; Azula swiped her tongue against his cock.
"Sorry," he half whined, "Can you repeat that?"
Azula rolled her eyes at his behavior before deciding to do the same with her tongue, rolling it in a tight, circular motion against his cock.
"I'm close" Aang whispered, and then, "may I?"
She hummed in affirmative, causing him to take in a sharp breath of air.
"Avatar Aang, are you okay?" asked the voice.
He didn't bother to respond. Instead, he dragged his cock back until the slit of his cock was pushed firmly down onto the very tip of her tongue.
Azula moaned around his cock, causing him to let loose a stream of curses.
"Avatar Aang?"
"I need to be left alone!" He called back before spilling into her mouth with a long groan.
The Air Acolyte on the other side of the door responding with some gibberish neither of them cared to pay attention to.
"Yes. I got it. Thank you," called out Aang, before reaching down to tug on the remaining rope.
Azula batted his hands away and let his cock plop out of her mouth as she stood up.
She paused. Contemplating. The taste wasn't bad .
Azula opened her mouth, letting him see the sticky liquid, before slowly swallowing.
Only to be taken by surprise as the Avatar charged, and effortlessly pinned her to the door. He lifted her up until her thighs rested on his shoulders, and clasped his hands down firmly on her legs.
"Eager, aren't we?" mocked Azula.
His grip tightened.
"You have no idea," he mouthed against her trousers before ripping them down the middle with his teeth.
"Aang!" She scolded in a heated whisper, mindful of the building's occupants.
"There are extra Air Acolyte pants you can wear," he said before lifting her underwear off her hips, sliding them down, and burning them to ash, "and you don't need to wear these."
Azula dug her heels into his back. "You're being quite bold, Avatar."
He didn't say anything but Azula could have sworn there was a glint in his eyes.
Aang lifted the hem of her shirt slightly then plunged his tongue into her pussy with a smirk.
Azula tried to keep quiet as the sound of his sloppy wet thrusts reached her ears. He brought his tongue out, circled her entrance, and then placed his tongue broadly against her and roughly licked at her heat.
Firm strokes up, a kiss on her clit, and open mouthed suckling all the way back down till he reached her entrance and then he lazily began plunging his tongue in and out of her again.
Azula moaned around her knuckles before gasping, "Who's the ah! K-Kitten now?"
He laughed; the pleasant vibrations making her release a rush of juices which the Avatar lapped without shame.
"I'm sorry for being bold earlier, Princess." He murmured into her heat.
My title is not a pet name!
He tugged her hand away from her mouth and pressed two digits into her mouth.
She glared at him, pressing her teeth into the skin as a warning.
"Listen," he said, before placing a kiss on her clit and resuming his strokes.
Azula's face flushed red as she heard, amongst the too loud lapping, the soft mewl like sounds coming out of her mouth. She pressed her tongue against his fingers, hoping to muffle the sound.
He removed them in response. Reaching down, he brushed the now wet digits against her folds.
"You're forgiven," she hissed, kicking at his shoulder and tugging at the ropes until he moved his mouth away and let her touch the ground.
She kicked her trousers away and had grasped her shirt when Aang placed his hand on hers and, with a beseeching look, asked her to keep the shirt on.
Azula obliged, reaching out to rest her hands on his pecs and admiring the way the ropes accentuated his muscles. She then flicked his stubbornly-less-sensitive-than-hers nipples before glancing up at him.
"You look good in my Nation's colors," she said, massaging his chest.
"As do you," he murmured, wistfully running his hand through her hair before turning her around.
Aang placed his hand on the door and pressed himself flush against her, his cock sliding against her folds and squeezing between her wet thighs.
Azula kissed the back of his hand before throwing a questioning look over her shoulder.
He pulled at her shirt back until it was pressed tight against her skin and leaned forward. His chest pressed against her back, pushing her tender tits against the wooden door, and his arm placed between the door and her mouth.
"They don't know who you are," he whispered, distracting Azula from the heat radiating off his chest. "It's alright if they hear you."
He paused. Waiting.
"...only if you stop calling me that pet name," said Azula at last.
"No," he said immediately, rocking his body, and his cock against her.
Azula twitched before furiously biting down on his arm.
He didn't even have the courtesy to flinch. Instead, Aang mouthed the side of her neck and softly, reverently, whispered, " My Kitten," sending a thrill of something through Azula that felt a lot like channeling lightning.
Azula let out a long moan before turning to nip at his red tinged ear.
"Put it in, Avatar," she said, not lowering her voice and watching, with amusement, as his face turned more red.
Honestly, this was your idea.
He angled his cock and, if anyone missed her moans, then they would have surely heard the loud sound of his hips slapping against her ass as he brutally thrust into her.
Azula's nails dug into the wooden door. The Avatar's deep, unrelenting pace echoing in the empty room over her moans. Her tits rubbing against his shirt and the harsh wooden surface on every stroke. She was drooling against his arm.
He turned her around abruptly with airbending. Azula blocked his mouth from reaching hers. "Dirty," she panted as he rutt against her, not letting her forget his cock for a single second.
A circular motion with his arm and a water pouch from who knows where in the room flew into his hand. He downed it, swirling the water in his mouth, swallowing before taking another gulp and breathing out a steam, making her shirt cling. He repeated the gesture until her shirt was soaked, and then he opened his mouth for inspection.
"Gah?" He asked.
Good?
Azula nodded, taking the water pouch and rinsing her own mouth before pouring the remaining water over him. Droplets clinging to his firm chest in between the red rope. He bent down immediately when she was done, but instead of kissing her mouth, he wrapped his lips around the nipple poking through her wet shirt.
He rapidly sucked her tit. Azula tried to rock her body against him but she was still firmly pinned against the door so, in frustration, she let out a desperate, high-pitched, not-quite-whine.
Was that giggling on the other side?
Her ears burned crimson.
"Are you made of stone?" snarled Azula. She twitched against him, causing him to shiver and send her an incredulous look while suctioning the water off her shirt.
"You're hardly reacting," she complained as he slowly grinded against her, the friction not enough to quell the ache between her legs.
"Monk," he helpfully supplied before moving to mouth at her other nipple.
"I doubt every Air Nomad was like this," said Azula without thinking. The words hung in the air as he nibbled at her shirt.
I shouldn't have said that, thought Azula, not when my blood is the reason there's only one Air Nomad left, and then, Why does it matter? He'll be dead soon enough.
Two taps on her thigh brought Azula out of her thoughts. She looked down at Aang, whose lips had unlatched and left wet spots on her shirt.
He looked at her curiously and said, "you're going to leave marks."
Azula unclenched her hands, not realizing till then that she was pulling on the rope. She winced upon seeing the small rope burns on his skin.
"Serves you right for parading around half naked all the time," she said.
"Jealous?" He whispered into her ear, before dragging his cock against her pussy and slowly breaching her inner walls.
"Envious," she corrected, toes curling at the sensation of being filled.
They both groaned once he was fully seated.
"I wasn't exaggerating," he said, wiggling his hips, "I could bury myself in you for days."
Azula was too busy trying to hold back a moan to reply.
He circled his hips, a torturous motion that had Azula biting her lip, before slamming back into her and filling the air once more with the sound of skin slapping on skin.
His cock stroked her from the inside, making her quiver with every brush, like he was painting a masterpiece. An artwork of ecstacy.
Azula pressed down on him, gripping his cock so securely that she was sure her body qualified as his shrine.
She was close. Aang pursed his lips—
"Where's the Avatar?"
Oh how Azula loathed her brother in that very moment.
A flurry of wind and their clothes were pushed out of sight and they were suspended against the high ceiling on a sphere of air.
"Aang?"
Said Air Nomad rocked his hips as her brother walked into the room. Azula muffled her mouth against Aang's shoulder as her brother, mercifully, did not look up.
She shot him a glare when he repeated the motion. Directly below them, Zuko engaged in conversation with someone who she could only presume from her vantage point was an Air Acolyte.
Aang reached down with one hand to spread her folds.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
"I don't mind if they know," he said, massaging her with his fingers until she was dripping around his cock.
Azula clasped her hand around his wrist and he responded by bobbing the sphere up and down so that he dipped into her with shallow thrusts.
She bit back a groan and he then adjusted himself, angling himself so that she sunk deeper, before reaching around with both hands to spread her further, baring her to any who dared to look up .
Azula looked down and watched with muted horror as a long string of fluid fell down directly onto the Fire Lord's crown.
Forget the plan, if they were discovered like this, she'd kill everyone then and there.
"If the Avatar returns, tell him I'm looking for him," said Zuko, mercifully oblivious, before walking out of the room.
Azula breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed, before wrapping her hands around Aang's throat.
"Have you lost your mind?" She hissed, applying pressure.
"I don't mind if they know," he repeated, doing nothing to remove her chokehold.
"You're ridiculous," she said, dropping her hands before she could leave a mark. "What if—mmph!"
He kissed her, drawing the breath from her lungs and no doubt swelling her lip. "I don't care," he whispered as they broke apart, before pulling her back to him.
"I care," she tsked into his mouth as she grinded against him.
I care too much .
Azula parted her legs further and sunk down deeper before dragging herself up until her pussy was brushing his cock with the barest of kisses.
He used the air to pull her back in.
That's cheating, she thought but she didn't complain. He was pounding her insides with well earned familiarity, bringing forth the beginnings of her orgasm.
Aang swelled inside of her, pulsing, throbbing, before he twisted the air around her once again, lifting her up off his cock before burying himself with a strangled yell.
Azula felt his hot load gush against her walls and she kept her eyes open, staring at his face even as she rode through her own waves of pleasure. There was something powerful, she supposed, in being able to bring the Avatar into such an animalistic state.
She squeezed down on him and felt him tremble as he released another gush of cum before growing limp.
They stayed like that for a moment, her on his lap, settling into the afterglow, when he broke the silence.
"He misses you," murmured Aang.
Azula stopped idly tracing the Fire Nation insignia across his chest to shoot him a disapproving glower. "Don't talk to me about my family when you're wedged up inside of me."
She made no effort to move. If anything, him being late to his meeting was to her benefit.
Aang licked a long wet stripe up the valley of her breasts to the bottom of her throat and placed a kiss before speaking. "He never saw you leave our last encounter, and you've been quiet. He's worried that you're dead."
Azula rested her chin on his shoulder and sighed, making sure to tickle his neck with her breath. "He'll know I'm alive soon enough." Tomorrow.
Aang didn't press further. He knew by now not to inquire about her schemes.
We really have been at this for quite some time haven't we?
Then again, Azula didn't know what the proper decorum was for sleeping with one's enemy. She didn't recall changing much and neither, she realized, had he. Yet, somehow, in the process they had started to know each other in ways outside of sex.
Personally, Azula blamed the Avatar. Privately, she will admit that her own sharp memory and needling played a part. However, she was storing the information for battle, whereas the Avatar was foolishly being friendly.
She tried to pry herself off him but he had wrapped his arms around her, so instead she squirmed in his grip and gently pressed on his chest.
Aang only held her tighter, nuzzling into her neck in a way he knew would tickle.
"Aang," she said sharply.
"Mhmmm?" He hummed innocently, sounding quite pleased and far too smug.
Cheeky.
Azula gave his shapely bottom a pinch, hoping it would prompt him into letting her go, but the grin he was pressing against her neck only grew in size.
She sighed and closed her eyes, resting against him for a few moments longer until the time came for them to part, and for her to put events into motion.