Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Avatar: the Last Airbender!" Nadda thing, dude.
Author's Notes: As promised, all Azula, all the time! _ Sorry if this is somewhat short; wanted to get this out by the weekend. Enjoy my lovelies!
Maraghoul: As always, thanks for helping me out of a writing corner 😝 This one's for you.
QueenTyzula: Ask for a tease, you're gonna get a tease ! 😝 Or whatever Azula is willing to let herself dish out 😝 She's trying to be strategic but a heat has a way of making you forget the world.
Harley Quinn Davidson: yeah how dare those ingrates question Azula! 😝 That's stepping out of line.
NeverFoundandLost: All questions to be answered and soon hopefully 😝
Hopelessromantic34: That could very well happen on Azula's end…
"Stoking the fire"
Chapter thirty-nine "Hard questions"
Azula tossed and turned. She felt almost in heat herself, her pale skin aflame with stoked lust. She had discarded her bed robe hours ago and rolled in the silk sheets of her guest chamber, groaning as she tried to get to sleep. She had already stroked her erection, but even a few releases didn't push her shifted flesh down. Azula had ordered a servant brought to her chambers and had fucked her a few times, but even that didn't sate her body or mind.
Even as her flesh burned, and the sheets tented over her physical problem, Azula couldn't help reflecting on memories with her once lover and friend. They had always practiced tumbling and sparring since they were little. One time, Ty Lee had imitated her firebending kata almost to perfection; almost. She had punched a little too hard and had landed a blow directly on the princess' stunned face. Azula had gone on her little prodigal ass, only too glad there wasn't an audience for their practice. Ty Lee had babbled how sorry she was, had pressed a cold compress to her eye herself, and had doted on her all day, but it still stung to think about.
'Well, those bruises I gave her makes us even,' Azula thought vindictively. When Fire Lord Ozai noticed she had a black eye, he had demanded who had dared strike her royal person. Ty Lee fell to her knees besides Azula, but the princess had lied, saying a random soldier had accidentally clipped her in passing. Ozai still had the unfortunate soldier flogged and shipped to the Colonies, though.
The memory did nothing to bring Azula's body any relief. She flung the sheets off of her, growling. Her long legs churned with her flurry of activity as she climbed off the bed and pulled on her trousers and tunic. She left her breast band aside, leaving her tunic half fastened down her chest. She could only muster a loose ponytail, instead of her usual topknot, and stalked out of her borrowed bedchamber.
Lord Shun's household was quiet, except for the odd soldier pacing at his rounds in the front sitting room or court yard outside. Even the servants had gone to sleep. Azula stalked through the dark hallways to the kitchens. Inside, she found San leaning beside the store room door, arms crossed and dozing. Azula cleared her throat obnoxiously and San started, blinking hard. She snapped to attention, although her thin shoulders slouched.
"Is she sleeping?" Azula murmured. San shrugged.
"I threw her a blanket, but I don't know," she muttered. Azula tutted the woman and pushed the store room door open. It was dark inside, so Azula cupped a ball of fire in one palm to light the way. The firelight reflected off of Ty Lee, chained to the wall and curled on her side, tucked into a ball over her knees. She did indeed have a thin blanket pulled over her. San had set a chamber pot in with her too; Azula toed the pot aside as she stepped closer.
The firelight glinted off Ty Lee's face. Azula's face was still as she took in the sleeping woman's features. Despite the bruises, she was still beautiful… had she always been this beautiful?
As Azula quietly kneeled down beside Ty Lee, the concubine's eyes slowly slit open, and she snapped to attention, noticing Azula.
Azula's shifted cock gave a needy twitch against the lap of her trousers. Azula grimaced unpleasantly. Ty Lee was well and fully in heat, and she could smell her dampness from where she was. She hastily stood and spread her feet, assuming a wide stance. Ty Lee pushed to sit up, her braid falling over one shoulder. She blinked tired eyes at Azula, but ready anticipation surge through her chi. Despite herself, Azula shuddered as it ran up against her own iron-hard aura. The desperate pulses of want Ty Lee flickered toward her made her want to unlace and take her over and over.
'Don't give her what she wants…' Azula decided. Even if she wouldn't be seen as giving in for taking a prisoner for her own wants.
"Your highness…" Ty Lee murmured. Even those simple words seemed to be laced with sex. Azula tried not to shudder.
'It's only a heat! Don't lose your head!' she cursed at herself. Deep in her mind, her father's words growled for dominance.
'Disobedience must be answered.'
And indeed, it would be. The edge of Azula's lips curled upward into a smirk. "I can't seem to sleep and it's your fault," she muttered. Ty Lee blinked, but she held her waist, trying to appear modest. The pulsing stabs of her chi indicated otherwise.
"I'm sorry?" she asked. Azula paced back and forth, taking wide steps. Ty Lee's eyes dipped low to the bulge between her legs.
That she still wanted her was apparent, and Ty Lee hoped it didn't just have to do with her heat. She licked her dry lips. The split in her lower lip was healing at a maddeningly slow rate and stung as she licked it.
"When you were with Zuzu…..why you chose him…." Azula cursed, and flung her wrists in harsh gestures, as if to fling the words off of her. "It is because you wanted the easy way out?"
The easy way out? Ty Lee tried to fold the words over to find Azula's hidden meaning.
"Do you mean an easy way out of everything?" Ty Lee murmured. Azula's eyes flashed toward hers. Ty Lee could make out a bare trace of hurt in the depths of her agonized expression.
"I mean from me," she snapped. "You used to be at my side. I asked you to be there, during the Earth Kingdom campaign. And you were…."
Her eyes hardened, as if going over a memory. Ty Lee wondered if she was rehashing the one time she had let Azula into her arms in the field. Azula had stumbled upon her bathing area, but for once, Ty Lee didn't flirt or tease. She dropped her towel and spread her legs, pleased when Azula tore her clothes off and mounted her.
"Yes…I was…." Ty Lee said. Azula's eyes flashed toward her. Her hand skimmed low and tugged at her erection, trying to ease the clothing's restrictions on her engorged flesh.
"But you chose Zuzu. Was he that good to begin with?" Azula snapped. Ty Lee knew why she'd come in the middle of the night to ask her the hard questions. She didn't want her followers to bear witness to the answers.
Ty Lee licked her cracked lip again. She tried to form moisture in her mouth. Zuko's golden eyes gleamed at her in her mind's eye. "He was…..he was considerate," she made out diplomatically.
Azula's eyes slit, and she tapped one boot on the stone floor. Her sullen expression was troubling for Ty Lee. At least when she was raging and trying to fight her, it was an Azula she understood. This numb version of her princess was disconcerting.
"Considerate? How so?" Azula forced herself to ask. Ty Lee didn't want to mention he was passionate as well; hungry for her touch and gentle with her feelings; something Azula had only showed her half of.
"He….he gave me time…he…. I don't think you want to hear this," Ty Lee pleaded. Azula frowned, her lips pursed in a sad frown. The petulant look was sorrowful in its own sullen way and Ty Lee's heart bled for the numbness Azula showed her.
"You gave him a child. I read the announcement. Izumi. Did you pick that name out or did Zuzu?" Azula muttered. This was an easier question to answer.
"Zuko did," Ty Lee murmured.
"Why DID you leave your pup and mate?" Azula ground out. She'd heard variations of an answer to this before, but her irrational mind forced herself to ask again, to sniff out if there had been a lie.
"He's not my mate," Ty Lee stammered even as she wanted to say 'She is YOUR pup!' Her fingers traced over the smooth column of an unmarked throat. Azula cupped her fireball tightly, making out the round curves of her half-covered breasts. Ty Lee's tunic was well and truly torn from her early explorations on the subject and Azula's gaze dipped low to her revealed cleavage. Her cock gave a twitch.
Ty Lee started when she saw the edges of Azula's harsh eyes soften in satisfaction. Then her gaze hardened again.
"Would you have been marked by him? You DID bear his child," she ground out. Ty Lee shook her head.
"What Zuko and I had was not a mating. And I came to find you," Ty Lee murmured. Her heart broke further when Azula gaped at her in shock. Just as suddenly, hurt welled in her tired golden eyes.
"We only had a day," Azula cursed softly. She ran a hand through her loose bangs. "He gave you more. Didn't he?"
The question was accusatory in tone. Ty Lee's mouth went dry again.
"Yes…" Ty Lee had to be honest. They had had more time together. Azula tapped her boot on the floor again, her lips moving silently. Ty Lee had to crane her ears to hear but Azula seemed to be cursing her brother under her breath. Ty Lee shrank in on herself.
It had been weeks since she had last lain with Zuko and it had been before Izumi's birth. She hoped she wouldn't smell that much of Zuko still, but there must be a lingering effect to make Azula bristle like this.
"Was it good?" Azula snapped. Her hands clenched into fists. Her fireball half went out, but cascaded from her knuckles, partially lighting the concubine and half of Azula's face. Ty Lee pleaded with her silently. "Well?"
"I can't….you don't want to know," Ty Lee muttered. She suddenly felt guilty for all of the good times she'd had with Zuko. They had shared lust and passion and companionship; when they'd found out about Mai's heat with Azula, they had gladly joined together to banish the dark hurt they both felt. They had been adrift, and only their touches had kept them moored safely. It hadn't gotten them closer to the ones they loved, but it helped them get through the days and nights together.
"Tell me," Azula demanded. Her half seen golden eyes watched her warily. "I can smell him on you."
Ty Lee swallowed hard.
"….Yes." She admitted. It HAD been good. She couldn't lie about that. When Azula let her fireball go out, she turned in the sudden darkness and Ty Lee was startled to hear a loud smacking sound, of flesh on stone. When Azula cupped a new fireball in her left palm, her right hand was bloodied. Ty Lee stared sadly at her. "Azula!"
"Your highness!" Azula snapped. She leaned down and cupped Ty Lee's chin roughly with her bloodied hand. "Must I keep reminding you?!"
Ty Lee tried not to flinch as a few scrapes of blood rubbed into her cheek. She stared into Azula's snapping golden eyes and covered her bloodied hand with her own fingers. "Your highness…"
Azula jerked back, tearing her hand from Ty Lee as if she were burned. Her cock surged against the confines of her trousers. "Don't!" she hissed. Ty Lee's wide brown eyes took her in through the half flickering light.
"But… you hurt yourself…."
'You hurt me first!' Azula's thoughts snarled. She huffed and brushed her bloodied hand against her tunic front.
"Don't concern yourself," Azula growled. She paused at the door to the kitchens. Looking over her shoulder, Azula paused, taking in Ty Lee's kneeling form from head to toe. She wanted her; the intensity of her want scared her. True, she could fuck her and leave, but Azula didn't trust herself to do it. She had to be strong! "Nighty night."
"Azula…." Ty Lee murmured. Azula opened and slammed the door, leaving the concubine in darkness. She was moving so fast, she was halfway across the kitchens before she realized Ty Lee had called her by her name, not her title as demanded.
Azula growled. She poked into one of the servant's rooms and demanded a girl follow her. Azula didn't even bother bringing her to her room. The girl had barely enough time to tug her nightgown above her hips and try to get comfortable as Azula pressed her onto a table in a sitting room. She unlaced hurriedly and after sinking into the girls' heat, Azula whimpered a moan of momentary relief.
The girl gasped as Azula pounded her faster and faster, trying to work the effects of a nearby heat from her erect flesh.
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Zuko laid his head on one upraised arm and watched his wife sleep. Watching Mai's soft features as she slept soothed his anxious mind. Of course, he was handling business with the council, the snows had almost stopped, and things were well with his wife and child. But to say he didn't think of Ty Lee or worry about her well-being was a lie.
The weather was becoming passable, and Ty Lee must be alright in that area; but what if she found Azula? If she was captured….. he hadn't received a message indicating that. Would his sister even send a message if she had?... Ransom or gloating, he would relish the news at least; Zuko kept imagining Ty Lee in the snow on the country roads and his heart dropped.
Mai turned into his touch. Zuko gave a small smile despite himself. Only his wife and child calmed the turmoil in his heart these days. Mai's eyes opened slowly. She turned into her husband's side and buried her face into his bare chest.
"Morning," she said. Zuko ran a warm hand down Mai's hip.
"If only it could be good for everyone," he lamented. Mai lifted her eyes. Anxiety and worry for Ty Lee was in his eyes. Mai couldn't blame Zuko for it; she was worried for her friend as well.
"All we can do is have a good mood, and hopefully…. Ty Lee is fine where she is," Mai said soothingly. Zuko smiled sadly. He leaned, pushing Mai onto her back, resting his head against her breasts.
"I can't stop worrying. Not until she's safe with us," Zuko confessed. He felt at ease when Mai's fingers moved through his loose hair. She pressed a kiss against his temple.
"Is there anything I can do to calm you?" Mai's heart thundered in her breast. Zuko gave a small nod against her breast.
"Hold me….. hold me, Mai," he pleaded. Mai's heart cracked at the plaintive plea. Some would consider her husband weak, but she knew he had ferocity. At least where it counted with her and his family, he was tender. Mai clasped his neck gently.
"I'm here, Zu… I'm here.." she murmured. When Zuko raised his head, Mai cupped his neck. She pulled his head down a for a kiss. It went on for far long, an exchange of tongue and lips and Zuko felt his chi stoked by Mai's sweet lips. He lifted his head, gasping. Mai's hands grasped his head and pulled him back down. Mai parted her bedrobe open slightly.
Zuko murmured against her breasts. His lips moved over the mounds as he whispered against her flesh. Mai's legs spread, urging Zuko to lay between them as he lavished attention on her breasts. Warmth flooded between her thighs. She kissed her husband's brow and gasped as his lips moved over one nipple. He sucked gently and pulled it between his teeth in soft pulls.
Mai crooked her knee up on one side of Zuko's hip. She leaned up and pulled his head up. Zuko's face was red. His lips parted and Mai pulled his mouth onto hers. Zuko kissed her desperately, tongue stroking against hers. Mai's hands tugged his bed robe loose around his hips. Zuko hovered above his wife, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head.
"Are you sure?" He whispered when his wife's hands moved down his hips, going inward between his legs. He gasped when Mai urgently stroked him to further hardness. He throbbed in her hand.
"Yes…" Mai murmured against his lips. Zuko leaned on his elbows and held Mai's head in his palms. He leaned down and pressed a series of kisses against her lips. Robes open, their bodies pressed warmly together. Zuko probed between Mai's thighs and gently stroked himself inside. It was a slow process; they hadn't been together since before her miscarriage.
Mai was wet enough, and she opened slowly for him. Zuko's chest heaved as he breathed slowly, trying to hold onto his lust. As soon as he was hilted fully, hips resting against Mai's, the baby chose to woke. Izumi began to wail, ready for a changing or feeding or both.
The incredulous look of panic on Zuko's face was funny in itself and Mai wound up giggling. She moved slowly beneath Zuko and sighed. "Are we done?" she asked.
Zuko leaned down and kissed her longingly. "No," he decided. He called loudly for a wet nurse to enter the royal bedchamber. The woman pushed in and blushed, noting the naked lolling pair on the bed. Zuko tugged one of the sheets over his waist to shield his wife, but there was no doubt to what they were doing.
"Please take the princess… we'll be out shortly," he said. The woman scooped Izumi up into her arms and left, murmuring gently to the child. She eased the door closed on her way out. Mai looked very amused beneath Zuko.
"Hopefully not too shortly…" she raised an eyebrow. She clenched down around Zuko's length. His strangled gasp was music to her ears.
"No…not very…." He murmured, hips moving faster with each word. Mai's hands clenched onto his back. "MAI….."
Her name on his lips were what she wanted to hear…. The soft look in his eyes were what she wanted to see. Mai clutched his face between her palms. Her knees moved up along his sides and they moved against each other in harder thrusts.
As they loved each other, the morning sun rose slowly, bright against the sullen white of the snow outside. Traces of ice began to melt.
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When the sun rose, it rose over a somewhat normal household of a Fire Nation lord. Somewhat. The rest of the soldiers went about their morning routines, guarding or sparring. The alphas and betas among them looked perplexed and interested; Azula growled to herself. If they went near the kitchens, they must have scented Ty Lee from the store room. Why that bothered her ego was something else. Half of them were questioning San and another Kemurikage about who was in heat and why they were in the store room.
The other soldiers that had witnessed Azula striking down the concubine hurriedly filled in the others. Despite the story, the betas and alphas still milled around the kitchens to get near the store room door, annoying the servants and getting in the way of the cooks.
Only Azula's presence seemed to disperse the taciturn and turned-on soldiers. Azula ordered everyone out and drilled them until she was panting with a tinge of exhaustion. She had barely gotten any sleep, and dark circles lined her snapping golden eyes.
Zirin pressed her meals on her and after lunch, Azula dropped her plate purposefully on the stone floor of her bedchamber. The china shattered. Zirin raised an eyebrow.
"Something wrong?" she asked. She could only guess what and the question was to try and draw Azula out of her mental shell she'd seemed to be in since the previous night. She found out from San that morning that Azula had gone in the middle of the night to question the prisoner and that alarmed Zirin.
Whatever had happened, Azula had been somewhat withdrawn since. It was wholly unlike her.
Azula sprawled in her overstuffed chair, draping one leg over the arm. It was rather undignified, but there was only Zirin present.
"Nothing," Azula snapped. Zirin waited. "When we march, the prisoner will stay here."
That statement did much to calm Zirin's nerves. She almost smiled. "That sounds most agreeable, princess."
"Can't have her getting in the way." Azula turned her face to the side and brooded. "She's gotten in the way too much already…"
Zirin was concerned. Ty Lee was very much on Azula's mind, and she hadn't touched her. She cleared her throat to get Azula's mind back on track.
"The snow's begun to melt. Our way should be open," she said. A strained smile stretched Azula's lips.
"Good….."
"Should….I do any preparations for the prisoner?" Zirin ventured to ask. Azula blinked hard.
"Let her take a bath….but don't unfasten her wrist restraints. You have no idea what she's capable of."
Zirin rubbed her left shoulder absently, remembering how the limb had sagged without control after Ty Lee had clipped her pressure point. She grimaced. "I have an idea…."
Azula flashed her a dark look. "Have the servants bring me sake. And get going."
"Yes, princess," Zirin bowed. When she got to the storeroom, a few soldiers bantered with San on duty, trying to gain access to the unclaimed omega.
"Come on, girl, what's it to you if you let us in? It's not like the woman has anyone claiming her…."
"Yeah, she's desperately in need of a partner. Think of the girl; she's in the sweetest pain…"
Zirin coughed harshly, scowling at the milling soldiers. They flashed her guilty looks.
"Should I bring Princess Azula here?" she snapped. The soldiers blanched.
"No…" They filed out hurriedly. San blinked tired eyes.
"The girl's up," she mumbled. Zirin nodded. She entered the store room. Ty Lee was up, and trying to stand, pulling on the chains as she did. She stopped what she was doing when Zirin entered.
"You've eaten. Good," Zirin said. She nodded to the plate on the ground. There was nothing left but crumbs. "The princess told me to bring you to the baths. I'll be with you as you clean up."
"Thank you," Ty Lee said, not knowing whether to be nervous or not. Would Azula drop in on her in the bath? Would she be expecting…..A flush of want flooded between Ty Lee's thighs and she sighed. The pounding of her heat was relentless, and to be near so many alphas and betas was disconcerting. Not to mention Azula…
Zirin grunted and unfastened the chains from the wall. She guided Ty Lee to a private wash room and stood guard inside, leaning against the door. Ty Lee had to have Zirin help her remove her tunic, but undressed the rest of herself with ease. As she eased into the tub, manacled wrists floating languidly, Ty Lee reflected she was living a crazy dream. The pinched face of Zirin floated in her blurred vision as Ty Lee all but floated in the hot bath water. She forced herself awake and soaped herself quickly.
As Ty Lee was climbing out of the tub, water cascading down her naked curves, the wash room door opened. Zirin snapped to attention as Azulal filled the door frame. She still looked petulant and uneasy, but her look of lustful longing wasn't new to Ty Lee. She paused, frozen, one leg out of the tub, the rest of her on full display to the alpha's eyes. Her tunic and trousers were expertly pressed, and her hair was back in its customary topknot, fire ornament in place. She had put her cosmetics back on, and her red lips pursed as her eyes roved up and down Ty Lee unintentionally.
"Leave us." When Zirin didn't move, Azula turned her harsh stare toward her." NOW."
Zirin bit her lip but bowed, flashing a concerned look to Ty Lee. "As you wish….."
Once the door closed on Zirin, Azula leaned against the long sink. She crossed one ankle in front of the other, but she was taut. The evidence gathered between her thighs, protruding her clothing at the lap of her trousers. Ty Lee slowly finished climbing out. She picked up a towel and held it in front of her breasts.
"Your highness…." At this point, it was better to be on the safe side. Azula's eyes harshly scoured her flesh where it was visible. Ty Lee tried to hold onto her sanity and modesty, even though her nipples were so hard they hurt and her stomach roiled with lust. She positively ached between her thighs, wanting to be stretched.
"Did Zuko send you to distract me?" Azula ground out. A look of confusion crossed Ty Lee's features. She blinked, trying to dry parts of her wet body. Azula's eyes roamed up and down her, when parts of here were revealed.
"No…he had no idea I'd come here," Ty Lee said. She wrapped the towel around her. "I swear."
"You've got half the soldiers in a frenzy out there," Azula complained. "I can smell you… You smell like HIM….."
Ty Lee knew she meant Zuko. She cringed. Azula stepped closer, cock straining the front of her trousers. "But maybe you want to smell like me…."
Blood slammed through Ty Lee's folds and body, surging warmth, putting a blush across her cheeks. She stammered. "I…."
"You do, don't you?" Azula prowled closer, her old grin somewhat half on her face. "That's why you came….."
"Azula…" Ty Lee murmured. Azula couldn't help it. She tugged the towel free and let it drop. With Ty Lee naked and open to her, she stepped in close. Their bodies brushed, Ty Lee's curves pressing into the fabric of Azula's clothing. Azula groaned as she pressed into her cock.
Ty Lee trembled, the tremor noticeable in her thighs as they pressed into Azula's thighs. Azula breathed harshly down into her face. Ty Lee gave a sharp gasp when Azula's hands roamed high, up her bare hips, and to her breasts. She cupped her breasts, thumbs moving over her nipples firmly. "Azula!"
"You want this…." It wasn't a matter of a question but stating the obvious. Ty Lee plastered herself against Azula's front, rubbing against her protruding cock. Her manacled wrists were clasped before her waist, pressed against Azula's middle through their close proximity.
"I..I do….You can smell it…." Ty Lee pleaded. Her scent was strong, pleading for a joining, to be flooded with Azula's come. Azula panted, a stream of sweat pouring from her brow. She bent her face to Ty Lee's breasts, mindful of her restrained hands. Just as her mouth opened and she got a taste of one erect nipple, something snapped to attention in Azula's mind.
"Zuzu sent you to entice me….didn't he?" Azula stepped back suddenly, Ty Lee almost falling forward onto her knees in surprise.
"No," Ty Lee pleaded. "Please, he didn't…"
She didn't think she'd beg, that she'd prostrate herself in this way. But this was shaping to be the worst heat in her life, and she was literally aflame wanting to be quenched.
Azula tugged at her cock through her clothing, growling. "He did… and I don't fall into my brother's plans."
"Azula!" Ty Lee reached up for her. Azula half knelt and ran a hand almost gently along Ty Lee's face. Just as Ty Lee turned into her hand, Azula let her go harshly. Ty Lee fell onto her side on the tiles, breasts jiggling. Azula's eyes roved her naked flesh before she made herself turn aside. "I… I came for you… for you!"
Her pleading fell onto angry ears. Azula growled and stalked to the washroom door. "Clean yourself, whore."
Ty Lee obeyed, face aflame. She washed again and climbed out, drying herself. Azula's eyes looked half crazed as she drank in her curves again. But without another word, she left.
Leaving Ty Lee drenched in a way that had nothing to do with her bath.
End for now
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4/13/2017