A/N: All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- unorthodox object insertion
- tickling
- pussy spanking (really mild)
"Care to return the favor?"
Aang pressed kisses into her skin and mumbled, "What do you want?"
"For you to give in," she said, drawing his eyes forward and subjecting herself to a searching look that once again had her feeling as though she was missing something.
"Give in to what," he said quietly, and Azula was reminded of his power and the way he carried it; hidden, buried underneath his effortless charm and smile.
He was not smiling now, but he was looking at her as though she had something he wanted quite dearly.
"What do you want?" She repeated his question while racking her brains to find out what she had in her possession that could make the Avatar look at her like that .
Aang lifted her chin and pressed his lips against the center of her throat. He trailed his mouth upward, cradling the back of her head until he was pressed against the cusp of her throat.
Then he sucked.
Is this all you want, Avatar Aang? To mark me?
She reached her hands out and gently pushed against his chest. He let go, moving his face to the side and nuzzling their cheeks together.
Azula resisted the urge to feel the new hickey on her neck. Judging from the sensation, she would have to avoid baring her neck to anyone until the mark healed.
She, instead, settled back across his lap and watched him with a calculating gaze as he silently lowered his head.
She watched the curve of his neck, took in the set of his eyes, and noted, with a pang of envy, the sleekness of his eyebrows.
He's pretty, thought Azula, as she mapped out the slightest of contours along Aang's face as he closed his eyes to blissfully suckle her breast.
Azula let out a small breath as he sucked and teased her nipple with his tongue; lavishing the tip, coaxing her to stand at attention, and then firmly pinching her between his teeth and replacing the warm cavern of his mouth with a soft, steady stream of cold air.
"Mmmmm," she softly groaned.
Aang rubbed the palm of his hand against her stomach before trailing upwards to squeeze her unattended breast and jiggle it up and down as he continued his ministrations.
He really is pretty , Azula decided with a note of finality, as the Avatar withdrew his mouth, a string of spit connecting his lips to her flushed and perky tit, and granted her a momentary reprieve before rolling the nipple between his fingers as he switched tits.
He slurped against her, his mouth latching on as he continued to squeeze and pinch with his fingers.
Azula couldn't help but shudder in pleasure. She glanced downwards to see her hands pressing against the back of his shoulder blades. She purposefully dug into his back muscles and avoided his scar; rubbing the unblemished skin around it instead.
She took another moment to admire the poised muscle under smooth skin and the etherealness of his tattoos.
Guys didn't like to be called pretty. Azula knew this from the way Zuko would always vehemently protest against the word when growing up. However, it was undeniably true.
Aang flicked her nose, dropping her out of her musings with a glare.
"What are you thinking?" He mumbled, unwilling to let go of his mouthful.
Azula hesitated, struck between the idea of calling him pretty to his face and the idea that the Avatar is unaware that other women have better sets.
"I was wondering what else you and a baby would have in common," said Azula.
"Hm," pondered Aang, removing his mouth to nuzzle his chin in her valley and alternating pinching and unpinching the tips of her nipples as he lost himself in thought.
"Do these lactate?" He asked, absentmindedly brushing his fingers against the hickeys.
"What?"
A flush of color raced across his face. Aang averted his eyes and Azula quickly amended her statement into, "Only if I was pregnant. Why?"
The color stretched to his neck and he gave her breasts a final squeeze before moving down to lap at her navel.
"You'd look good pregnant," he replied, laying a kiss against a spiral.
Is that a fantasy of yours? Pregnancy? pondered Azula, as she admired the gentleness of his gaze against the cut of his jaw as the Avatar no doubt lost himself in thought.
Pretty. Attractive. Addicting. No word seemed to encompass the fluttering of weakness in her chest that even the finest of art could never hope to coax out of her, yet the Avatar could as naturally as he breathes.
"Do you want to pretend that I'm pregnant?" Offered Azula, ignoring the thumping of her heart. "We could, roleplay."
He shuddered. "No," he said, nipping her belly button to punctuate the finality of the word. "I don't want to pretend."
Azula rolled her eyes, fondness turning into ire, "Then speak plainly, Avatar. What do you want?"
"You."
"I'm already sprawled across your lap," said Azula, bluntly, reaching up to viciously twist his stubbornly-less-sensitive-than-hers nipples.
He barely flinched. Jerk.
She moved to better straddle him, feeling his cock perk against her as she did, and her freshly spanked ass protested the movement with a wave of pain radiating in the distinct shape of the Avatar's handprints.
As if on cue, Azula heard a whoosh of air and the sound of a container being opened. She braced herself, but couldn't help but softly whimper as the cold liquid struck her skin.
"We should have done this earlier," chastised Aang as he spread the cooling liquid.
Azula opened her mouth to protest but a pinch to her bottom had her fluttering her eyes.
"You," she hissed, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "are far too cruel."
"I wouldn't call it cruelty," said Aang, the mischievousness of his eyes betraying the nonchalant facade of his voice, as he spread his hands over her ass and pressed her closer to him.
"After all, I don't think you want me to stop," he said, with a slow squeeze, "and you're making all of my favorite sounds."
Azula audibly clicked her mouth shut.
Undaunted, Aang rubbed his thumbs in circles, massaging the salve into her skin, before continuing to pinch his way down to her thighs.
Azula gritted her teeth and Aang pressed his mouth against her ear.
"Also, your pussy is fluttering against my cock," he said casually, as he began pinching his way up along the inside of her thighs.
"And what," she replied, grinding against his cock, "are you going to do about it?"
He ran his hands up the curve of her ass and then Azula felt his arms wrap around her.
"Nothing until I'm fully hard," he cheekily replied.
Azula glanced down in disbelief at his semi-hard member and gave his nipples another vicious twist.
"You are useless to me," she huffed, noting the slight jump of his pecs this time. She heated her hands and gave them a firm squeeze.
"Sorry, Princess," he murmured, bringing his hand up to idly play with her hair.
"Absolutely useless," repeated Azula, pushing down against him, feeling his member twitch in response, and unabashedly groping his chest. She moved her hands down to feel his abdomen and glanced at his cock.
I should measure him for my own peace of mind, thought Azula as she tested the firmness of his abs. I refuse to believe he's below average. His testicles and ejaculation quantity are likely in the same range, surely those three variables are connected—"
Aang kissed her nose, bringing Azula out of her musings once more.
"What are you thinking of now?" he asked with a small smile that made Azula feel momentarily off guard.
"Nothing," she said, not bothering to come up with a more believable lie. She felt his chest rumble as he held back laughter.
"Avatar," she warned.
"Am I that big?" he teased, squeezing her closer still, "or are you just tiny?"
Azula gazed into his mirthful eyes with her most unimpressed look.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
"Being taller than me has made you more stupid," she stated, matter-of-factually.
Aang tickled the underside of her chin and Azula sighed and wondered if it was worth the effort to point out that not only was she currently taller than him in their current position, but also that he was hardly taller than her when standing, and that there was more than a distinct possibility that she was now taller than her older brother.
However, before Azula could give voice to her argument, the Avatar gracefully amended his statement with, "You're not tiny but you are shorter than me," and then had the gall to change the subject.
"Did you want me to return the favor here," he asked, brushing her mound and picking up the threads of an almost forgotten conversation.
"If you burn the hairs one more time," Azula trailed off, letting her threat hang in the air unspoken.
"I was thinking of spanking you with this," Aang quickly amended, bringing his glider to his hand with a gust of wind.
"Would that be okay?" He asked, lightly tapping the metal staff against her red ass, "to spank your pussy with this?"
Azula took one look at his blank face and said, "How long have you had this fantasy?"
His expression broke. The Avatar averted his gaze and blushed as though Azula had just stolen his first kiss.
"I asked you a question," she said, not at all hiding her amusement.
"Not to spank you," he admitted with a defeated sigh.
"Look at me."
He scowled and stuck his tongue out at her.
"I'm just a bit confused," continued Azula with blatantly forced naivety, "Whatever did you want to do with that thing and me?"
"It wouldn't work," he said.
"I know," she cooed, "but what did you want to do?" Azula fluttered her eyes at him for good measure.
"You're mean," he grumbled, "I wanted to fuck you with it. Happy now?"
"Oh, Avatar! How uncouth!"
He leaned his head back and eyed her appraisingly.
"What are you thinking?" demanded Azula. "That staff is not going inside me."
"I know," replied Aang, "length aside, the mechanics are too sensitive. It could open up inside."
"Well, that's a pleasant thought," grumbled Azula. She moved to grind against him again, intending to get him hard sooner, but Aang locked her into place with his arm.
She scowled at him. He kissed it away.
"Out with it, Avatar," she mumbled against his mouth. Azula paused to let him coax her tongue back into his mouth only to then abruptly break his kiss. "I know you're dawdling on purpose."
"I never know when we'll meet," he protested, but then relented with a, "It could fit inside of you, partially, without risking the mechanics if I coat it in water."
Aang paused. "I'd also like to tickle you while it's inside," he added.
Azula said nothing solely to watch him squirm.
"I would only tickle you a bit, and this is how much would be inside of you at most." He demonstrated with his staff.
She hummed in consideration, pressing her face against his neck and subtlety breathing in his scent.
It was one thing to know her father had lost to the Avatar, twice. It was another thing entirely to know he had lost to Aang .
But Azula didn't want to think about that, and she was sitting in the lap of her favorite distraction.
"How do you want me?" she whispered against the shell of his ear and felt him shiver in response.
Azula craned her neck downwards to watch him bend the water.
"Are you sure about this?" asked the Avatar for the fifth time.
Azula thought about saying,Your cock is warmer, but by now she was used to his particular brand of merculiarlity and so she laid her head back against his arm and let embers spark from her fingertips. Slowly, silently, she slid her fingers up and down her mound along the arrow he marked her with.
"I'm sure," she calmly replied as he gulped.
She spread her legs further apart, wincing as her ass rubbed against the edge of the armrest, and leaned her head back to subtly follow the graceful lines of his bending back to his face.
Despite the ease of which the water obeyed the Avatar, his brow was furrowed in concentration, and Azula observed the length of his eyelashes as they framed his dark eyes even though she could not come up with a single reason why.
Azula gasped, her legs instinctively moving to close as she felt cold water brush against her core, but she stopped herself and kept her legs spread open.
"You okay?" asked Aang.
"You took me by surprise. That's all."
She shuddered as she felt the water slither against her heat.
"I'm going to make you wet with the water first," explained Aang, and with a twist of his hand, Azula felt a tendril of water breach through.
Like a tongue, thought Azula as she clenched and unclenched around the tendril, A really long and fluid tongue.
"Good?"
She splayed her hand out against his abs, wanting to feel something solid.
"It feels weird Avatar," she admitted.
"Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head.
"Azula—"
"More."
He flicked his hands and Azula felt two smaller tendrils lick around her folds.
She turned her head, sweat forming on her temple, and huffed against his bicep. "You know that's not what I meant," she whined.
The water wiggled inside of her before slowly withdrawing.
He chuckled against her frustrated groan. "I think you're ready," he said, pleasantly.
"More than ready," she protested but it came out sounding like a plea.
He tilted his head assessingly, the water slowly wrapping around his airbending staff, and asked, "Is it the throne?"
"Do you really want to compare fantasies?" growled Azula, pointedly rubbing her breasts and then her navel. "These markings are obscene ."
He brought his hand up to her side. Azula spared a moment to appreciate his one-handed mastery with waterbending only to squirm as he tickled around the spiral.
"I like them," he said and Azula watched his cock plump up in agreement.
He rested his staff against her, letting the weight nestle between her legs, the sight of it somehow impossibly imposing.
She felt him move the hand next to her head, unsure of what he was doing until he brushed the pad of his thumb against her folds.
"You're more sensitive than usual," commented the Avatar.
You don't think I know that? thought Azula as she stifled a moan. Normally, she would wait longer between trysts for her body to forget his and for her pussy to stop being so tender. She quivered against his thumb, her body releasing a gush of fluid.
He folded her legs back and snaked his arm underneath her head and over her ankles; letting it act as both a pillow and a brace, before bringing his other hand down over her cunt in a loud, wet, slap.
Ah!
The air rushed out of her in a choked gasp. The force of his blow tingling through her and sending a rush of liquid dribbling down her ass.
"Too much?" He asked, hesitant, "I thought—"
He broke himself off, "I shouldn't have assumed—"
"Good," groaned Azula, stopping his spiel, and then, seeing the conflict cloud over him, clarified, "It felt good."
"Yeah?" He asked softly.
She nodded and asked, voice heavy, "Are you going to put it in?"
"Do you still want me to?"
"Are you going to put it in, now?"
"Oh! Um," Aang furrowed his brows and said, "Do you mind spreading yourself for me?"
"Do you have trouble finding it or something?" grumbled Azula as she reached down and spread herself open.
He blew a breeze against her slit, watching with open delight as she fluttered from the sensation.
"Ahem, " tutted Azula, the flush in her face betraying her stern expression.
Far too carefree, Aang blew another gust of wind, this time at her nipples, hardening them into pink pinpoints.
"If you let go or draw blood, I'll stop," warned Aang.
Azula openly rolled her eyes and then tensed as she felt pressure against her entrance.
The staff slid inside her easily, albeit with an embarrassing squelch , but Azula clenched down on it anyways; feeling the water compress and a firmness that wasn't present in the tendril.
She unclenched. Then unintentionally clenched again as the staff slowly sunk inside.
"You can let go now," said Aang when the staff reached deeper than his fingers, and then, "How does it feel?"
"Weird," admitted Azula as she moved her hands, the motion pushing the staff deeper into her; making her hitch her breath as her pussy continued to flutter.
It should have been comedic, the sight of his glider shallowly inserted into her pussy as though it were a flag and the globes of her red ass the ground he conquered, and a part of it was, but all Azula could see was how much more of the staff could be stuffed inside.
"Did you use this glider against my father?" asked Azula, placing her hands against her thighs to subtly prevent herself from closing them around his arm.
"I cleaned it after the fight," he replied, and Azula opened her mouth to ask how he had the time when she recalled the salve. She had assumed it was a coincidence, that he had simply carried it on him, but now…
How quickly did you defeat him? wondered Azula. Out loud, she asked, "Did you speak to your friends before coming here?"
He nodded, and Azula felt the muscles in his arm flex as he made a series of movements and the water began to swirl.
Azula bit her lip as Aang continued to explain how he had diverted his friends away from this location, and she was grateful that in this position her body could not hump the air, as it so dearly wanted to, and embarrass herself further.
Aang slid his hand down the glider and circled his thumb against her labia, counterclockwise to the water.
"Princess?"
"Stop teasing!" moaned Azula, her voice too breathless for the threat to be anything but a plea.
The Avatar chuckled, causing ire to flare alongside desire in Azula. She was distracted, momentarily, from her fury by the appearance of his tongue as it slid across his upper lip in concentration.
"You have a really good poker face," he said, diplomatically, and Azula could have slapped him.
"You're a— Ahhhh~ "
Azula whimpered as the staff was pushed deeper inside; the stiff metal rubbing against her sore walls as Aang thinned the water.
"I'm going to wrap the water only around certain parts. Is that okay?" asked Aang, gently petting the lips of her pussy as Azula centered herself.
"You're a jerk," finished Azula, sweat forming on her temple as a blush raced down her chest.
"I don't have to go deeper," he said, wiggling the staff. His eyes glittered like a child with a new toy when Azula curled her toes in response.
"You're drooling," added Aang.
Azula swallowed and tried to focus on her soreness and the pain radiating from the spanking. "Go deeper," she demanded.
Aang obliged; twisting the metal staff as he thrust it downwards and gyrating rings of water in the opposite direction.
Azula went slack-jawed at the sensation. She arched her back as the rotations continued to tease her sensitive walls and then felt the ridges dotting his staff rub against her lower lips.
Stop looking at me like that, thought Azula, as she could do nothing but pant and moan as the staff went deeper still, filling her to the place normally reserved for the tip of the Avatar's cock.
"More?" he rumbled, his voice thick with desire as plain as the endearment on his face.
Saying yes should not have been as easy as it was, but then, they had already come this far.
"Yes," hissed Azula, and then she closed her eyes.
"Look at me," pleaded Aang, the staff staying where it was.
Azula scrunched her eyes shut in defiance, keeping them closed even as he wiggled the staff and made her pussy spasm around it.
He pressed down and Azula threw her head back as the metal reached a depth she didn't think was possible.
"Stop," she moaned.
He let go, using one hand to casually bend both air and water to keep the staff slowly rotating in place, and draping his other hand across her stomach.
Azula groaned as he bent his arm to rest his chin, his elbow digging into her stomach.
She was so full.
"Can you push it out?" he asked, his breath ghosting across her eyelids as Azula shook her head.
"Can you try for me? Please?"
We're enemies, Azula mentally screamed, even as she followed his request, pushing part of the staff out only to relax her muscles and have it pushed back in.
He pressed another kiss to the spiral on her stomach as she fucked herself with his staff, but Azula didn't realize what he was about to do next until he pursed his lips and, by then, it was too late. She shook with laughter as he blew a raspberry against her belly. Laughter that quickly became interjected by tiny gasps and loud hiccups.
She thought it was over when he finally ran out of breath and each of her hiccups bounced the staff in and out of her; then Azula felt a steady stream of air blow against the soles of her feet and felt his fingers tickle the edge of her ribs.
He thrust the staff more firmly back into her before pressing his lips against her belly button and making her dissolve into laughter once more.
"Aang!" she gasped, tears streaming down her face as her body trembled all over.
"Once more?" he begged, kissing his way across the hickeys. "I want to make you come."
This is undignified, thought Azula as he tapped the edge of the staff and sent vibrations that made her pussy throb even further. He's my enemy, she reminded herself as he nuzzled her neck.
My enemy with the most charming smile, she thought, not knowing when she had opened her eyes, or when their relationship had stopped being solely self-serving.
"Yes!"
When they were younger, the Avatar had once smiled at her, and Azula had felt as though she was about to fall.
Mainly because she was; and while at the time she had managed to avoid plummeting as the ground opened up beneath her, the feeling had never quite left.
It had waited silently until the throes of her orgasm where it appeared in the form of a fond smile under lingering eyes and made Azula feel utterly helpless.
She didn't want to come, and she didn't know why.
The pleasure was undeniable, especially as he spun the water faster, pushed the metal staff even deeper, and made her vibrate with laughter. It was an odd sort of pleasure brought on by stranger sensations but it was pleasure all the same.
And yet, for a moment, Azula would have delayed it all just to watch him smile.
What's wrong with me? she thought, closing her eyes in a moan. Her father was defeated and here she was wrapped in the throes of pleasure with her Nation's enemy, after being spanked over the Fire Lords throne, and from fucking herself with his airbending staff to boot.
She felt him knead her breasts and then her stomach; pressing down and wringing the very last of her orgasm out of her, before rubbing his knuckles across her mound and then playing with her clit until he managed to wring out even more.
Azula collapsed across his lap. He steadied the staff as she unfolded herself and let her legs drape over the armrest.
What's wrong with me?
She trembled as he gradually pulled the staff out. The aftermath of her orgasm had left her as sensitive as an open nerve, but even if it hadn't, Azula would still be burying her face in the crook of his arm and avoiding eye contact.
The plop of the staff exiting her, brought out a sigh of relief.
"Anything hurt?" asked Aang, raising his eyebrows in concern as Azula turned and pressed her face further into him.
"Only my dignity," she replied, and then she scowled as she felt his chest shake with amusement.
Of course the Air Nomad wouldn't understand, thought Azula.
"Jerk," she grumbled, "Maybe I shouldn't let you come after this."
He shrugged, even as his cock strained against her, and said, "We can take a breather."
"We?"
Azula looked down at his throbbing cock and then back at him with measured skepticism. "If you insist."
He brushed the back of his hand against her face and asked, "Why didn't you want to look at me?"
"Because you're embarrassing," she replied, unwilling and unable to explain further. She turned until she was straddling him and wetting the barest tip of his cock with her cunt.
"They're never going to be able to clean these stains," she remarked, ignoring the glint of the throne behind him and digging her fingers into the muscles on the back of his neck.
I could kill you right now, she thought as she pressed against him.
"They'll try of course," she said, drifting her hands down towards the scar tissue, pressing her palms against the mark, and getting his cock to do a telltale twitch that betrayed the Avatar's emotionless facade. "But some things you can never get rid of." She placed a kiss against his mouth and smirked as she felt his hands grab her hips.
Azula groaned as she felt the familiar stretch of his cock.
"Fuck, Azula," he whined, pressing his mouth back against hers.
She turned her face away, "You have a filthy mouth. I was thinking of riding you as punishment, but perhaps I should just stay here and let you suffer."
"Maybe—" the rest of the Avatar's sentence was cut off as he sucked in a breath while Azula began to shallowly bounce herself up and down on his cock.
"Already?" teased Azula, then she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by slowing down and letting her pussy rhythmically squeeze his length like it was a pacifier as she gradually traveled back up to the tip.
She felt cum dribble against her lower lips, and she bent her knees until only the head of his cock was enveloped in her heat.
Azula rested her forehead against his, feeling his shaky breath on her face. She locked her arms around his neck, her pussy pulsing with love around his cockhead, and, looking into his blown pupils, she said, "You're pretty."
She watched as a rosy hue took over his complexion, taking in the beauty of his expression, before letting herself sink down fully.
"No," said Azula, as the arms around her waist tightened and the Avatar thrust upwards. She groaned, feeling her thighs tremble with need, and dug her nails into the back of his shoulders to steady her resolve.
The Avatar gave a garbled gasp that turned into a strangled wheeze before laying his head back against the throne with a defeated whimper.
She took slight pity on him, gently grinding against him as she massaged the tightness between his shoulders, before trailing her fingers down to play with the ridges on his scar.
Aang's mouth dropped open in unabashed bliss and Azula let out a soft moan as she lifted herself back up and felt liquid drip down her legs; drenching the throne along with themselves in a sticky mess. She gritted her teeth and sunk back down, increasing the pace of her bounces until the back of her thighs stung from the force of wetly slapping against his lap and her pussy occasionally grasped air before being quickly sated with his cock.
His mouth glistened with saliva. Azula resisted the urge to wipe it away, and instead focused on the aches and pleasures littering across her body like a constellation as she milked him until he tensed, and trembled, and shook.
Azula laid her chin on his shoulder with a pleased sigh as she felt him fill her insides with warm cum.
Then she felt his arms tighten.
"Aang?"
"Don't go," he whispered, the post-orgasmic bliss not quite hiding the desperation in his voice.
Azula tensed.
Of course he would piece it together. He knows I won't make the same mistake twice.
"I won't betray my father," she said, her voice dry as the hypocrisy of her debasement could no longer be ignored.
This can't happen again.
She pushed against his chest.
He didn't budge.
"Aang."
"Please," he swallowed, "It would be easier for you to free your father again if you joined us."
"Would it now?" asked Azula, instilling danger into her tone to distract from the wetness of his eyes. She dug her nails into his scar and said, "Do you think I'm a fool? No one else in your group would trust me near him."
"I already defeated him once," whispered Aang, the implied, I can do it again , going unsaid between them. "Zuko would let you help him with the Fire Nation. I think you're—"
"He gave my room to the Ambassador!" cut off Azula as she wrapped her hands around his throat. "Let go of me or else!"
This shouldn't have happened in the first place.
He silently shook his head.
"So be it."
You're a mistake.
Tears stained her hands. He didn't let go.
A mistake.
"Why won't you die?" screamed Azula, as her hands refused to obey.
"I'm sorry," he said, and Azula collapsed against his chest because apologizing for not dying was something so characteristically Aang and because she was screwed in more ways than one.
"I hate you," she muttered, "I wish I killed you then."
"I know. I'm sorry."
A/N: I like the reviews but FFN doesn't like letting me reply to them. This fanfic is also on ao3 under the same title if you want to receive a reply.