A/N: All characters have been aged up.
This chapter contains:
- oral sex (male and female)
- sex toy (dildo)
Azula ignored the sound of the door closing behind her and, instead, focused on a wayward bottle of hand lotion lying on top of her dresser.
The peasant was in my bedroom, she thought, further ignoring the sound of feather-light footsteps.
She felt a kiss on the back of her neck and her heart skipped a beat.
She turned.
"You're here," breathed Aang, and his heated gaze made her heart flip again.
Azula placed her hand on his chest to steady herself and to keep him away.
"My father," she began, before dropping the question from her tongue as she breathed in his scent.
He had just bathed as had she. A passing detail. An obvious assumption. After all, they would both be attending a function soon, granted the Avatar held up his end of the bargain.
And yet... Azula closed her eyes and leaned in just a tad, letting her hands on his chest serve as her anchor as she breathed in.
There was nothing particularly romantic about his smell. Bathwater and skin. Soap. Nothing more. Nothing worthwhile.
And yet.
Normally, the Avatar would smell of sweat; he'd be panting from exhaustion before they got carnal, and there would be the lingering scent of whatever elements he called upon. Sometimes he smelled of Sky Bison and dirt, and Azula would burn her clothes afterward.
Rarely did he approach her like this, freshly bathed, in a bedroom, as though he was hers.
There was a quiver in her heart.
"He's been moved to more comfortable quarters," answered Aang, his hands playing with the ribbon lashed around her waist, "We have time."
Translation: No one will bother us.
Azula cast her thoughts away and pondered on whether or not the Avatar had been assigned as her personal guard. It would explain the privacy.
But the line of thought did little to distract her from feeling the heat of his palms through her thin robe, or from leaning in further and resting her mouth against the crook of his neck.
She felt him shiver.
Father would be so very disappointed in me, Azula reminded herself as she pursed her lips and turned her head to kiss the Avatar's throat more thoroughly, surrendering to the enemy, even if it is to our mutual benefit. She felt her robe slip away from her skin. A hand gripped her chin.
"The walls are thin," whispered Azula, his warm breath caressing her face, as she placed her hand against his neck to stop him from melding their mouths together.
Azula subconsciously licked her lips. His eyes followed.
Focus!
She blinked and took a step back. "I won't have them hear," she said, with more confidence than she felt.
In truth, it was never supposed to get this far. The Avatar was not supposed to have a hold on her, let alone one this strong.
Azula knew she couldn't kill him. She never expected to be unable to walk away.
"I have an idea," rumbled Aang, his soft voice rolling in a way that sent a tremble down Azula's spine.
He reached behind him, and that's when Azula noticed he had brought a bag with him.
Focus.
Azula mentally reprimanded herself. She considered grabbing her robe from the floor, wrapping it around her, and telling the Avatar to leave.
He would obey. This power went both ways.
She licked her lips a second time. Deliberately.
The Avatar could light a candle with the intensity of his gaze as he watched her tongue retreat.
He had fulfilled the part of his bargain concerning her father at least, and he could hardly walk away now and demand the former Fire Lord be once again dressed in rags and thrown into a cell.
I could leave. I should leave.
She voiced the power resting on her tongue—
"Strip"
— and watched as the Avatar obeyed; digging his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt before rolling the offending fabric over his navel; far too quickly for Azula's taste.
She wished she was a waterbender, if only for a moment, so that she could watch him slowly peel a soaked shirt off his sculpted torso.
Aang dragged the shirt over his head and Azula let herself openly gawk while his view was obstructed
He's perfect. His body. The Avatar's body is perfect, mentally amended Azula.
She took a step back and settled on the edge of her bed as he tugged his trousers down. His cock sprung into view and gave a cheery wave as he kicked his pants to the floor.
"I want your mouth on my vagina," instructed Azula as he walked closer. Her words brought an amused smile to his face.
He leaned forward and she dodged his kiss, scooting back towards the headboard.
She expected the Avatar to follow, but he raised a brow instead and bent down to grab his clothes, before leisurely walking around the bed.
His cock swayed as he approached her and Azula couldn't help but tense as the bed dipped from his weight.
The Avatar was still an enemy. A dangerous one.
There was a deliberate wariness about him that set Azula on edge even as he mundanely folded his shirt and placed it on the bed.
What are you planning?
As though reading her mind, the Avatar spoke up.
"They're puffy," he said, gesturing with his hands. Azula looked down at her breasts and the swollen tips of her nipples and frowned.
"It's fine."
Carefully, the Avatar reached out and let the pad of his thumb skirt across her sore hickey-marked tits.
Azula took a sharp breath. He paused.
"Is this okay?" he murmured, moving his free hand to hold her other breast. He rested his thumbs against the puffy tips and rubbed them.
Then, gently, deliberately, he flicked the tips side to side and pinched the skin until her nipples grew taut.
Azula bit her lip.
"No more pain than usual?" confirmed Aang, giving her breasts a soft squeeze and bounce before bringing his mouth down to lightly nibble on her tit.
"Nnrrgh," Azula swallowed a groan as the pinpricks of his teeth were replaced with the wetness of his tongue as he roughly lapped at her sensitive breasts.
He paused to circle the tip of his tongue around the hickeys, before bringing her breast closer to his mouth, placing his lips against it in a seal, and suckling for all its worth.
Azula awarded him the first moan of the day.
He let her boob slide out of his mouth and grazed his teeth along the fading marks.
Azula pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and Aang harshly chewed on her nipple. His other hand alternated between bouncing and kneading her free breast.
She arched her back and he alternated until, with a lingering slurp and a brush of cool air, the Avatar withdrew his mouth.
His thumbs rubbed at the tips again—
Flick. Flick.
— And Azula squirmed as he kissed along the spirals.
He placed a warm, lingering kiss to the center of both her tits before leisurely alternating between kisses and licks up to the side of her neck.
Azula kept her hand firmly against her mouth until she felt his teeth graze the side of her throat.
"No marks," she hissed, placing her other hand on his shoulder.
She expected him to try to kiss her again, but, instead, Aang buried a kiss into the crook of her neck and whispered against her skin, "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm here for a reason," she reminded him, ignoring the fluttering in her chest brought on by his words.
"Yes, to have my mouth on your vagina," recited Aang with an amused twinkle to his eyes.
Azula turned the words over in her mind to find the source of his amusement but, finding none, she met his gaze head-on and spread her legs with a curt, "Yes."
"I missed you," he repeated while patting down his folded shirt.
Understanding dawned on Azula and she moved until the shirt was situated between her legs.
A shiver went through her as he spread her thighs apart, and she buried that shiver underneath a question, "You don't need your shirt?"
"I have a spare," he replied, lowering his head.
"Wait," she said, suddenly, and he rested his cheek against her thigh and gave her a questioning look.
Truth be told, Azula didn't have a reason to make him stop. They were going through the same motions but, somehow, the knowledge that this didn't have to end had made it different.
This still doesn't mean anything, thought Azula, as she rested her palm underneath his chin and let her fire lick at his skin. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.
"There. Now we're even," she said flatly as the stubble was burned away.
"Thanks?" Aang said questioningly. He placed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, dragging his lips against the skin as he licked his way closer—
"Have you done this before?" blurted out Azula.
Aang's mouth hovered right before her pussy. She could feel his breath ghost across her heat.
"Um, yeah," he said, pursing his lips. His hands drifted up her thighs and he pushed them further apart.
"With someone else?"
"No. Am I doing something wrong?"
Azula glared at the ceiling. Pride held her tongue. For now.
"No," she answered while internally wondering if she could keep quiet or if it was better to swallow her pride in private than to risk the guards or, Agni forbid, her brother from hearing.
"I did once receive a blowjob from someone else," offered Aang as he idly traced his name into the swatch of skin before her mound.
"What?"
He looked up. "It was a long time ago," he said, his hand dropping further down to idly play with the coarse hairs that framed the arrow he was so fixated on leaving her with.
"Did you have sex? Who was it with?"
Azula stopped herself from asking more questions.
"No. I don't know." He massaged her thighs, rolling his hands along them with careful deliberation as if he was trying to knead poetry into her veins, before glancing up at her and letting out a sigh.
"Shortly before we got intimate—"
"Physical," corrected Azula.
— "Katara and I broke up," continued Aang. "Sokka told me he knew a discreet brothel and after our," he rolled his tongue over his teeth, "encounter, I took him up on the offer."
"You received a blowjob," surmised Azula.
"Yeah." Aang shrugged. He brushed the flat of his hand against her heat and leaned forward—
Azula crossed her legs. "Tell me about it," she demanded.
Aang made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, resting his chin on his folded arms and doing his very best to appear wounded.
"Quit pouting," sneered Azula, crossing her legs further.
"Why are you so nervous today?"
"Did she say you were big?" asked Azula. It was all she could do not to wince at how desperately she flung the question to him. She tried again, "I'm going to be at an event where I will be paraded around as proof of my father's failure before bowing to Zuko in recognition of his authority and then fading into history books as the loser."
"You didn't lose," said Aang softly, and Azula had to avert her eyes.
"Answer the question," she replied, hoping he could not hear the thrum of her chest.
He cocked his head to the side. "They say that to everyone," he answered soothingly.
"Her name?"
"I don't remember. I don't know if she gave me one."
Azula scowled and rubbed her face with her hands.
Why do I care?
"Princess?"
"Don't— " I don't care. "It doesn't matter."
"Why—" he cut himself off, but not before Azula could hear the edge in his voice.
Why not?
"Get on the bed," demanded Azula.
"I am on the—"
"No, like this." She pushed him until he was lying flat on the bed, his head resting on her pillow. His hands reached for her hips, and Azula had to try very hard not to think about how easy it would be to lie down in his arms.
She moved down until she was nestled between his legs.
Much better. Now I have control.
"Azula?"
She ignored his question and trailed her fingers along the blue lines marking his thighs until she reached his balls.
"Did she take all of you into her mouth?" asked Azula, cupping his balls, lifting them, and then letting them fall.
"I didn't like it," he confessed as she bent down to his swaying sack and puffed warm air against his testicles.
"That doesn't answer my question, Avatar," she said, placing a shallow kiss upon the shallow skin.
He huffed and draped an arm across his face as Azula moved to wrap both hands around his cock.
"I thought it would an exchange," he said, as she slowly ran her hands up his length, "sex for sex, a place where everyone's anonymous."
"Hmm. She recognized you," surmised Azula.
"Yeah..." he trailed off as Azula nudged his cock to the side and brought her tongue upon the juncture where his cock met his balls.
"Continue, Avatar," she commanded, lapping at the soft skin before moving to coax his sack into her mouth.
"S-she said she usually took money, but because I'm the Avatar she said i-it was gratitude."
With half of him bulging against her cheek, Azula carefully attempted to suck in the rest. She was sure her teeth had grazed him more than once and the angle was as awkward as it was unflattering — she could feel the drool drip down her chin — but he groaned, so she must be doing something right.
She grinded her palm against his cock and heard him gasp.
"I didn't like it!" yelped Aang as Azula pressed forward, ignoring the stretch of her lips and then the stretch of her cheeks until her nose was pressed against the base of his cock and her mouth was filled with him.
It bothered her that someone else had seen him like this.
She breathed through her nose and let her mouth fill with saliva until the roaring in her ears died down and she could feel him pulsing against her cheeks.
Then she heated her mouth.
Aang let out a guttural sound and she gave his prick a responding squeeze before dragging her lips back over his balls.
He grasped at the red sheets of her bed— What a pretty sight — beads of sweat glistening against his chest.
"Avatar?" murmured Azula, as she wiped at the undignified mess of saliva on her face with the back of her hand.
"Princess," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Too much?"
He groaned.
Azula frowned. "I won't do it again," she promised.
"Azula— "
"It was only a bit of heat."
"Princess—"
"I'm sorry."
"Kitten. "
Azula looked up only to quickly look away.
The Avatar has no right to be this attractive.
She fixed her eyes firmly on the rise and fall of his sweat dripped chest.
"You miss the obvious sometimes," he said softly, and Azula felt his hand wrap around hers which was wrapped around his—
Oh.
The Avatar was hard.
"I enjoyed that," he said, removing his hand to place two fingers under her chin, "Kitten ."
"Stop calling me that," she snapped, glancing at his face just in time to catch the twitch of his lips.
"Say please and I'll stop," he promised.
With a glower, Azula moved to press her tongue back against his length and lap away the sticky mess coating his cock and dribbling down the back of her hands.
Aang let out a happy sigh and dropped his head back down onto her pillow, and Azula took a moment to enjoy the roll of his chest as he did.
She swiped her tongue back and forth against his slit, cleaning the leaking mess of precum, and etched the look on his face, the dark gaze framed by long lashes, into her memory. She poked the tip of her tongue against his slit before tenderly circling her tongue around the head.
"You hide your sass behind wisdom," she said, licking away at the steady flow of precum.
"It's not sass…" he weakly protested as Azula trapped the head of his cock between her lips and sucked.
"Mmmhmmm," she hummed, drawing her tongue back and forth over his slit.
Aang swore, his cock twitching in her mouth.
Azula curled her tongue and used her hands to feel her way down his cock, pausing ever so often to rub and squeeze his hard member.
He took a sharp breath before choking out, "You can leave marks. Below the collar."
"Clever," she mumbled, as she heated her hands and trailed her nails along the small visible veins above his cock.
"W-what?" he hissed as she flicked her tongue.
Instead of replying, Azula removed her mouth to press a slow lick down his weeping length.
His hips jerked and she closed her mouth, pressing her lips against his balls, and let him feel her smirk.
"I'm not used to being predicted," she mouthed against him, as she kissed her way back up.
He softly moaned her name in a breathless whisper, as though she was not meant to hear.
Azula let her mouth heat up again and with a kiss on the crest, her name turned into a curse.
"Good?" she teased, curling a heated tongue underneath the crest.
"Yes," he gasped, and Azula peppered wet, hot kisses on his cock before returning its head to its cradle upon her tongue.
His hips stuttered, up and down, his hands clutching her sheets like a lifeline.
Azula continued to rub her heated hands against his firm stomach, massaging his abs and drinking in his moans, before tapping her nails on his hips and gradually increasing their temperature.
A soft moan turned into a full-blown whimper as he writhed beneath her.
"Please," said the Avatar.
Azula dug her nails into his heated skin and raked .
The gush of cum came as a surprise. Azula froze as he unloaded into her mouth before swallowing once, twice, three times.
Eventually, the flood of cum trickled to stop and his softened cock plopped out of her mouth. "I thought you would last longer," she said, wiping her mouth on his thigh.
When Aang remained silent Azula looked up to see him covering his flushed face with his arms.
A pity, thought Azula, I would have liked to see your face.
"I expect you to last longer next time," she said, and when that didn't receive a response, she frowned.
Push too hard and he evades. Be too gentle and he gains control of the environment.
She was becoming an Avatar expert.
Azula rested her face on his leg and waited.
"It wasn't bad," she said at last, drawing out a snort from the Avatar.
"Not even a statue could have lasted longer," he intoned from the spaces between his arms.
She reached for his cock and awkwardly grasped him. Even when soft, he remained a bit unwieldy with just one hand.
"This," she said, waving his meat, "is a ridiculous appendage."
He chuckled fondly.
"Oh, so you laugh about that," said Azula.
He moved his arms out of the way and Azula froze at the sight of him.
He was looking at her as though he'd let her kill him twice.
"Are you still mad about that?" asked Aang, trying and failing to restrain his laughter.
It's okay, you can laugh. It's funny.
Azula blinked slowly. "I've become accustomed to your lack of manners," she managed, color creeping into her cheeks.
"Is that so?" he rumbled.
She quirked an eyebrow at the sudden shift in tone and was met with a firm, "Get on the bed."
"Only if you tell me what made you so flustered," she replied, already moving.
She settled her head on the pillow while Aang moved to rest his arms on either side of her head.
Azula peeked at his face from beneath her lashes, as though he were the sun, glimpsing the firmness to his mouth and the broadness to his shoulders that belied his gentle mannerisms.
"I miss the days you were shorter," she murmured, her gaze continuing to comb down his body; tracing the tattooed blue lines, bygones of the last century, as they wrapped around his muscular arms.
He filled out nicely. The thought filled her with equal parts pride and envy, a mixture so at odds with each other that she wanted to cover him up as dearly as she wanted to immortalize him within a frame.
"I don't," he huffed, the movement drawing her gaze to his chest.
She wondered whether he knew his breaths were deeper than hers and then blinked in surprise when she felt his thumb brush against her mouth.
He lazily dipped his thumb to the corner of her mouth, tracing her lips, before pressing the digit against her mouth.
"Open," he said, tapping his thumb.
"Manners," she replied, parting her lips.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead in response. A quick peck. Nothing more than a chaste brush of his lips.
But it felt like an electrocution.
He rubbed his thumb against her tongue, grounding her.
"You wanted to know why I was flustered earlier?" hummed Aang, his voice a soothing melody immune to the loud beating of her heart.
"You swallowed," he murmured.
"I swallowed last time too," Azula mumbled around his thumb, suppressing her blush.
Aang pushed his thumb in deeper until he had her tongue pinned down.
She knew what he was going to say even before the corners of his lips tilted upwards.
"Kitten," he said and Azula sank her teeth into the fold of his thumb.
If he was bothered, he did a fantastic job of hiding it. He moved his hand upwards so suddenly that Azula had to relax her jaw lest she draw blood.
He pressed his lips to her throat and rumbled, "Kitten," in confirmation.
She tried to bite him again but he, anticipating her response, quickly withdrew his thumb.
He squeezed her tits, gave them a kiss each, and lapped a wet journey south towards the valley between her legs.
Azula stopped him.
Aang stared at her crossed legs before resting his chin on her knees and asking politely, "Do you want me to beg?"
"You're terrible at begging," replied Azula.
He blinked in confusion. "How? I say exactly what you tell me to say."
"Exactly. You give in too easily. It's not about what is said but about convincing the other person to say it."
His face lit up. "Oh! Like with Kit—"
"Don't finish that sentence if you value your manhood," warned Azula. "Didn't you say you had something to prevent anyone from overhearing?"
"Is that why..."
He trailed off. The question hung in the air.
Aang kissed her knee. "You seem nervous," he said, hesitantly.
"I'm not. I assumed you didn't care if anyone heard you."
A flimsy excuse, but one didn't have to try very hard when both parties wanted to believe.
He drifted his hand down her leg. "You don't regret this?"
"I want to continue," answered Azula.
He squeezed her thigh. "That's not enough."
"Since when?"
"Since you left." His voice caught on the last word.
So he had realized. Good.
Azula had anticipated this reaction ever since she sent her father after him.
"Is the nomad mad at me for leaving?" she pressed, hungry for blood. "That's not very fair...considering your past..."
He closed his eyes. Azula kicked him.
"Well?" She demanded.
"No," he said, "It's not fair."
She scowled. "Don't agree with me."
"Because it bothers you, doesn't it?" continued the Avatar in an infuriating tone of voice, "When I don't pull away. When things are easy."
Azula narrowed her eyes. "I can leave," she said quietly.
"As can I," said Aang, holding her gaze, "But I won't if you won't. I promise."
A beat.
Lies were so much easier when both parties wanted to believe in them.
"Alright," said Azula.
He frowned. "I'm not lying."
She kept her face a mask even as her heart stilled. "I didn't say you were. What's in the bag?"
He reached out and squeezed her knee again before getting up off the bed.
Azula stared at the broken line across his back as her heart violently beat against her chest.
Aang set the bag on the dresser and held out his hands.
"A rag?" said Azula with a frown. "You expect to gag me with this?"
He smiled softly as though he knew a secret.
"It was my shirt. I wore it during Sozin's Comet."
"The scorch marks are from my father then?" She asked, feigning disinterest.
He hummed in agreement and let the fabric spill into her hands.
She wrapped the Air Nomad cloth around her hands, testing its strength, and ignored the knowing twinkle in his eye.
"You're insufferable," she murmured, reaching behind him towards her dresser and letting her breasts press against his chest.
"Is that a yes?" He asked, trying and failing to suppress a shiver as she leaned further into him.
She smirked. "Not quite." And dropped her headpiece into his hands.
"This —" He caught himself. "This is sharp."
"Then wrap it securely." Azula leaned back and observed the emotions flickering across his face. "Avatar," she sighed, "It's only ornamental."
"...I know," he said, hesitantly.
"..."
He worked silently, his nimble fingers wrapping the cloth securely around the three prongs, and then her dark red hair ribbon was tied around stark orange as well; creating a clashing, hideous, gag.
"Good?"
Perfect.
"Acceptable," said Azula as he moved closer.
Wordlessly, he held it out to her but Azula was sick of the silence.
"Put it in. I'm sure you know how."
He pressed the makeshift gag into her open mouth.
"Do I make you nervous, Princess?" He asked as Azula swallowed and tasted smoke.
"There," he said, as he finished tying the gag in place. He grinned as he squeezed her swollen face between his palms.
She bit down on her crown as her lips puckered against her will.
"Adorable," he mused, as she glared. The Avatar pressed a kiss against her gag before returning to his spot between her legs.
"Please let me put my mouth on your vagina?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
Azula rolled her eyes and parted her thighs only to give a start as he dove and shamelessly buried his tongue into her core.
She clenched around his wiggling tongue as he pursed his lips and moaned,"Mmmean."
He dragged his tongue out, his warm breath teasing her heat, and flicked.
Azula bit down on the gag and tasted smoke. as he leisurely bathed her folds.
He massaged her thighs with his thumbs and squeezed her valley closed, before smacking his lips against her lower ones.
"Mean," he repeated, kissing a path along her slit. "My kitten is so mean to me."
Her saliva mixed with the smoke. She swallowed and tasted the metal of her crown along with the lingering taste of sea salt as he nimbly darted and danced with his tongue.
He replaced his mouth with his hand, gyrating his palm in small circles that Azula couldn't help but arch into.
"I love seeing you like this," he said as she dripped against his palm. She growled but it sounded more like a whine as he shallowly dipped his finger into her cunt.
"You're not wet enough," he said, switching to stroking her folds. He tsked as Azula tried to rut against his fingers and pulled out, drawing another growl from Azula.
Aang gripped her thighs and effortlessly parting them into a split.
Azula flexed, testing his strength, and her legs stayed pressed into the bedsheets. The Avatar glanced up at her, he stared as she did her best not to squirm as she felt her juices pool beneath her ass.
Suddenly, he leaned forward. The movement freed her leg and Azula dug her heel into the bed as Aang cupped her face and squeezed. Her lips once more pursing around her gag—
"Are you afraid of me?" asked Aang.
Azula drew her breath in for a scoff and he, with a quick turn of the wrist, pushed the gag further into her mouth.
He switched the hand pinning her down for his knee; resting his weight against her thigh, and resumed stroking her folds with his other hand.
Azula tried to close her mouth. The ends of her crown were lodged between her upper and lower molars. She pushed on the cloth with her tongue. The makeshift gag moved a smidge before meeting a barricade in the form of Aang's index and middle finger.
"That's good," he continued, shyly looking down as if he didn't have his fingers stroking both of her lips.
Drool was starting to leak out of her mouth so Azula made a sound in the back of her throat, drawing his gaze back to her mouth.
He smiled; a shy curl of his lips, and pressed a third finger into her mouth.
"I like seeing you like this," he murmured before thrusting two fingers into her cunt.
She gasped— drool threatening to escape her mouth— and Aang increased his pace. His fingers stroked her inner fire while he slid his pinky into her mouth.
She made a small gurgle of protest as saliva ran down her chin.
He chuckled and removed both hands.
"Good?" he whispered, nestling down between her legs.
Azula saw the arrow on his forehead peek over her mound and she throbbed.
He nuzzled her mound as Azula arched her back and did her best to drown him.
"That's good," he said, stopping to glide his tongue between her folds.
"Sometimes I worry that you only slept with me because I'm the Avatar," he confessed before plunging his tongue.
"I know," he said, stopping to give her pussy a kiss as she moaned, "There's no difference to you."
He prodded her heat with his tongue before shoving three fingers inside.
Azula groaned, her hands clasping the bedsheet, as sweat ran down her back.
How much time do we have? She wondered as he spread his fingers and teasingly circled her clit with his tongue.
Is he going to torture me for the entirety?
Aang withdrew his fingers as if to say yes and Azula let out a choked yell.
"Azula," he said slowly, enunciating her name against her heat, the puffs of air around the syllables keeping her on the edge. "Can you say my name when you come?"
He reached under her to squeeze the red globes of her ass and Azula scarcely had time to shout his name as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue.
"Your shirt is ruined," coughed Azula, as she tugged the gag away. She winced at the raspiness of her voice and cleared her throat.
"You may want to keep the gag in," groaned Aang, as he dragged his straining cock against her pussy. "I want to fuck you."
He still thinks I will say no, mused Azula, and she considered doing just that.
As if hearing her thoughts, Aang reached over and played with her tits. He pinched the skin with more force than normal and Azula groaned as he manipulated her nipples into becoming as taut as his prick.
"Aang," she hissed as he prodded the hickeys.
"They're jealous," he said, squeezing her tits together.
It took a moment for Azula to realize what he meant.
"They're just breasts."
He massaged them. "She didn't mean that," he teasingly whispered into her chest.
Azula rubbed against his cock, desire peeking through her hazy afterglow.
"I'll use the pillow," she purred, adding in a click of her tongue as he continued to fondle. She turned, presenting her rear end to him, and pressed her mouth against the pillow.
Azula gave a small sigh of contentment as she felt his meat slide between her thighs.
That sigh turned into a sound of frustration as he continued to rut his cock against her sensitive heat instead of pushing in.
Her breath hitched as he suddenly gave a particularly rough thrust between her thighs."What are you waiting for?" she groaned, squeezing her legs.
He moved his hands over the curve of her ass until they were hovering above his handprints. "Are you sure? This still looks rough."
"I'm aware—" Azula cut herself off as she felt him place his hands on her ass and softly jiggle the flesh.
A burn of embarrassment crept up her face.
"You're far crueler than your reputation, Avatar."
"And you like to be spanked, Princess."
In response, Azula simply lifted her ass and smirked as she felt his cock press against her cunt.
"One stroke," she commanded, before biting her pillow.
He obeyed, ramming his cock into her in one, mind-numbing, stroke.
They gave twin moans; Azula's stifled, Aang's unbound, as he stuffed her with his cock.
"You're so wet," said Aang. He tapped his palms against her ass. "Princess." His taps grew into a light slap and Azula squirmed beneath him.
"Continue," she panted, and Aang obliged; gripping her hips, he pulled himself halfway out and slammed his cock back in.
Azula reached underneath her pillow, curled her hand into a fist, and bit down.
Maybe I should have waited, she thought as a sequential thrust had her muffling a whine.
Her ass was still sore from the spanking; a dull, persistent ache that made her pussy throb whenever she sat down. Combined with her recent orgasm, Azula was practically fluttering around his cock.
He pressed down on the small of her back and Azula let out an uncharacteristically needy moan as she pushed herself back to prevent his cock from leaving her entirely.
She was unsuccessful and with a schlick, his cock left her. Azula made a sound she would deny making as he snapped his hips and buried his cock deep.
Aang kept pace; the clapping of skin against skin and his loud moans working in opposition to her attempts to muffle sound.
The bottom of her buttcheeks warmed from the attention. His balls slapped against her sensitive cunt and sent a jolt through Azula that made her clench down and made him grip her ass harder.
Azula focused on muffling her cries. She felt his balls tighten, and with a swear, Aang rolled his hips and crashed into her like a wave. She was pinned by his body and cock as he came.
That's one temple of airbenders who won't be born, thought Azula half-heartedly as he drained his balls.
She trembled as she milked the last drops of cum from his cock and covered it by calling out to him, "You need a bath."
"Sorry," murmured Aang, resting his face against her back with no intention of leaving. He moved his hands—
"I already came," said Azula, hiding her shiver as he slid his hand down her mound.
"You can come again," he said, finding her swollen clit, "I like hearing you."
She bit through the pillow.
"Happy now?" she asked with a languid stretch.
"Mmh."
"I have to get ready."
"You have time."
"I'm not a monk, Aang," she sighed, nudging him, "I dress for nobility. The preparations take at least an hour."
He grumbled as he lifted himself off then paused, still sheathed, and said "I almost forgot." He reached into the bag.
"Leather wrapped around stone." He said, handing her the phallic object, "It's a dildo. It goes in—"
"I know what it is," protested Azula as she gingerly examined the object.
"Jade," added Aang as she felt the flared base.
"It's smaller than you soft."
"Not by much. Plus, I can earthbend the form."
He demonstrated by making the stone pushed round bumps into the once smooth leather. "I was thinking you could wear this under your robes. There are no earthbenders so it would be discreet."
She handed the dildo back to him and cleared her throat. "Put it in and make it quick."
Slowly, Aang pulled himself out until only the tip remained. He pressed the leather head of the dildo alongside his cock and with a quick jab he stoppered his cum.
"How does it feel?" he asked, sliding the rest in.
"Weird," replied Azula honestly as she clenched around the leather. "Solid."
"I'm going to earthbend it now, okay?"
She nodded and felt the object thicken and curl.
"There," said Aang, tapping on the slightly smaller base, "Nice and snug."
Azula tensed at the small vibrations caused by his tappings.
"Good. You are dismissed," she deadpanned. She waited until the Avatar had left to reach between her legs.
Azula moaned as she jostled the base. Snug is an understatement. She pressed down on the base. There was something etched in and Azula frowned as she made out the words: Avatar Aang's
I should advise him against writing his name on such things, mentally noted Azula as she gingerly stood up, his cum sloshing around inside of her, otherwise one of the servants will find it and spread rumours.