Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Avatar: The Last Airbender"! Nadda damn thing.
Author's Notes: Azula is being worn down 😝 Lack of sleep and crazy and your ex dropped in your lap will do that I suppose. Sorry if this is a bit short or seems like it. I usually write at least alittle bit each day. But Comic Con hit my city last weekend and too much energy had and no writing done. I regret nothing :P
Maraghoul: As always, this story's shape is dedicated to you 😝 Thanks for all the messages and help.
QueenTyzula: Hopefully you'll like the all Azula scenes 😝 Enjoy! Hopefully this back and forth is to your liking :P
CharlieBarrow: And it's coming! 😝
NeverFoundandLost: All to be answered eventually 😝
Harley Quinn Davidson: Crazed Azula is best!
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"Stoking the Fire"
Chapter forty "Continued heat"
Iroh opened the door to the messenger hawk station and walked in abruptly. The woman on duty almost fell off of her stool. She straightened herself and eased back into the pile of scrolls on her desk. The hawks cawed from their cages at the lord.
"Lord Iroh! Please, shall we continue?" she asked. Iroh knew for a fact she had worked in the palace's messenger hawk station for years. He recognized her face. He nodded, leaning against the desk.
"Yes…." Iroh took the woman's account of who had been on schedule in the station the past couple of weeks or so. A clump of snow melted from the window sill and fell to the wet ground outside.
"And then there was this woman calling herself Xong…. She'd never worked in the station before, but volunteered heavily. So I let her take the morning shift when my second was sick," the woman said. Iroh went over the name. No one that he knew of. She very well could be one of the plants.
"Xong….what did she look like?" Iroh asked. The woman went over Xong's features and Iroh nodded to himself.
"I can use this information. Thank you, miss," Iroh gave a chivalrous bow at the waist.
"It's my pleasure, Lord Iroh," the woman smiled. Iroh left. It really was too bad that Suki had branched half of the Kyoshi Warriors to continue the search for Lady Ty Lee. His erstwhile partner in the warriors was one of the women chosen to continue on.
Iroh hoped she and the other women were well.
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Ying sighed, shoulders slouched as she sat astride her lizard. The Kyoshi Warriors had branched away from the imperial soldiers two days ago, and they had made a small camp outside of the village they decided this in, so they could await a message from Suki and Lord Zuko to see if this was a favorable idea. They had given the go-ahead and now the women were all alone.
When they had begun the search sans their leaders and half their forces a week ago, there was a lot more people to talk to around the camp fire at night. Now, Ying was back with the girls she'd grown up with, and her ex. Tsung had barely said two words to her, even with the women's forces dwindled down. It was starting to be disconcerting.
Ying sighed. "We should make camp outside of the next village," she suggested. The other women agreed. Tsung only grunted in response. Ying sighed to herself. As they climbed out of their saddles and picked up branches to start a fire. The snows were melting, but the nights were still cold.
The women set up their tents. Ying noticed Tsung eyeing her. A shiver went up her spine. She had been so focused on Ty Lee's pregnancy and life with the Fire Lord, that she had ignored her own wants and bodily demands. Remembered moans of passion echoed in her mind as she went over the heat she had shared with her ex. Ying took a deep breath and side stepped over to where Tsung was breaking up fire wood. She offered her own set of fire crystals.
"Do you…..need a light?" Ying asked. Tsung raised an eyebrow and Ying could have kicked herself. Smooooth, girl. Real smooth.
"No…I got it. But thanks," Tsung managed to say. Ying watched her set fire to the brush in her circle of stones. The bright orange flames rose, without the aid of a bender, and the two women watched their lives swirl in the heat.
The other women were preparing the evening meal, but Ying couldn't bring herself to leave Tsung's side just yet. Tsung sat down cross-legged. Her face was neutral behind her make-up.
"Bet you can't wait to find your lover again," she said. Ying blinked hard.
"You mean Ty Lee?" she asked. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. "We've never been lovers. We're just good friends. I thought you knew that, Tsung!"
Tsung shrugged. "I expected a lot of things. I didn't expect you'd kick me to the curb after your time….."
Ying blushed a bright red. True, their separation had been her doing and suggestion, but she hadn't meant it as a barb. "I didn't mean it like that…. I wish you'd believe me."
"You've spent all your time with Ty Lee since. I've known you my whole life, and Ty Lee's only known you a few years. Yet you've followed her to the royal bedchambers and to Lord Zuko's side. I'm not that important." Tsung's eyes narrowed. Ying took shallow sips of breath to reign in her anxiety. She knelt down beside the woman before the camp fire.
Gently, Ying's gloved hand settled over Tsung's. She didn't move. "You ARE important to me. Once we find Ty Lee, I'm sure Lord Zuko won't object to how we spend our spare time….I wish you wouldn't look on me with anger when I want things to be better between us."
Tsung sighed. "That's just it. We've had each other and I won't be a good friend. I want all of you and you can't give it."
"That may not be true…." Ying stood, smoothing out her robe. Tsung gaped at her. The fading light of the sunset cascaded off the side of her pale cheek.
"Ying?" she asked. Ying smiled sadly to her.
"I won't give up on searching for my friend. Or for your affection," Ying said simply. Tsung stared as she turned to help their sisters with the meal preparations.
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Azula didn't get any sleep the next day. An omega's heat could last a few days, and Ty Lee's scent was still maddening by day three. She didn't know if her ex-lover had tried to handle the problem with her own fingers, but she knew for a fact she was unsated by anyone else. Her omega Kemurikage kept guard and held the beta and alpha soldiers away by sword point. Things had come close to blows between the two groups in front of the store room door, and Azula had had to intervene, using her status as leader and her fury to keep everyone back.
If Ty Lee was going to be touched, it would be by her. Azula snarled and paced back and forth in her borrowed bedchamber. Lord Shun, sniveling omega that he was, kowtowed on his hands and knees every time he saw her. He understood the precarious situation. She could only remain holed up in her room so long.
"Fuck that woman…. We should be marching!" Azula mumbled. Her anxiety roiled and as she blinked hard, her mother's face seemed to peel from the stone wall. Azula blinked hard. Little enough sleep was one thing, but this was ridiculous. She couldn't help but address the apparition. "Get out!"
"You always deny your true nature, my daughter. As my child, as an alpha and as yourself…." Lady Ursa's maddeningly calm expression raised Azula's ire. Her fists streamed fire and she cascaded the blasts toward the stone wall. The fire hit true, but as the smoke cleared, no one was there. Azula panted and whirled on her heel, pacing back and forth in her room. She blinked black-lined eyes as she staggered and tried to reign in her exhaustion.
"Fuck her…fuck her!" Azula mumbled. She fell to her knees to lift the coverlet from the edge of the bed to peer beneath it. Zirin walked in, noting the princess half under the bed.
"Is something there, princess?" Zirin asked. Azula dropped the coverlet and climbed to her feet. Her chi spiked jaggedly, indicating her shift was already present and accounted for. She tugged at the crotch of her trousers absently.
"No… just thought I heard something. Tell me, Zirin, how long does a heat usually last?" she asked. Zirin raised an eyebrow.
"As a beta, I wouldn't know really. It ranges from person to person. I've heard it said that a heat can last as long as an omega is unsatisfied or untouched," Zirin said idly. A new fire sparked behind Azula's eyes. She may be able to get what she wanted after all. She'd just have to make sure she wouldn't become entangled.
"We may begin moving sooner than expected. Send out the word," she ordered. Zirin bowed her head, but followed Azula who walked with a fast clip towards the bedroom door.
"Azula?!" she asked. Azula turned with a dark grin over her shoulder.
"The little bitch is sniffing for a fuck. Let's just end this already. We have a mission, don't we?"
Zirin was not placated. She followed Azula, who took wide steps to accommodate the bulge between her thighs. The soldiers were not doing soldiery things and the alphas and betas among them were milling around or in the kitchens, as near the store room door under guard as they could.
They barely restrained themselves under Azula's stare. She glared at all of them, tapping one foot. She strode through the kitchens, and opened the store room door. Ty Lee had been laying on her side, one hand between her thighs, but she straightened in a hurry.
The maddening scent of her heat wafted out and hit Azula in the face. She staggered, knees shaking. Azula shut the door in Zirin's face and turned with an unreadable expression to her ex-lover.
"Bet you're wishing Zuzu were here to fuck you senseless," Azula sneered. Ty Lee's face was very sad, but the pulling of her chi told a different story. It coiled around Azula's, enticing her and trying to draw her in. Azula shuddered.
"I wouldn't have left him if I didn't want to search for you…" Ty Lee murmured. Even that simple statement seemed to echo the carnal thoughts in Azula's mind and cascaded through Ty Lee's pent up chi. "I want you to be well, Azula…."
"Well, I'm not," Azula hissed. "You had to drop your fucking heat in my lap and distract my soldiers. You planned this too well, my traitorous flower."
Ty Lee's spine was rigid, keeping her posture straight. Her lower lip quivered. "I thought it was a few weeks away….it just…happened…"
It wouldn't be the first time Azula's aggressive pheromones had started someone's heat. She tugged at the lap of her trousers again. Clothing was too restricting, and her cock demanded freedom. She hissed despite herself.
"Sorry I can resist," Azula drawled, her hand tugging at the bulge between her thighs contrasting her words. Ty Lee watched, face pinking in a blush. "This heat must pale to your last one."
She meant and thought Ty Lee had gotten pregnant during a heat with Zuko. Ty Lee nodded absently, but she was remembering something else entirely. "It was…." She murmured. Her eyes softened toward her irate princess.
Azula's shoulders slouched. She darted aside, furious suddenly. Her state of fugue seemed to be over, despite her clear exhaustion. "Not everyone can give the Fire Lord an heir. I suppose a late congratulations is in order?!"
Her sneered words contrasted sharply with Izumi's true paternity, making Ty Lee's face fall again. She paled, clasping her restrained hands over her thighs. "But Azula….."
"What?!" Azula snapped.
It was on the tip of her tongue. She could almost say it. But Zuko, her friend and once lover, sat the Fire throne before her in her mind's eye. Her darling daughter was better off with him, at least at this time, and she knew it. Ty Lee bit her lip. But a little bit of the truth COULD be stabbed at.
"…..I remember a day with you. All the days I had with Zuko weren't as heated….."
Azula shivered, her ego good and stroked, as well as her chi. Her cock throbbed against the confines of her pants. "I don't think your heat will end soon without a nudge to do so."
Her long fingers flew along the laces of her trousers, opening them. Ty Lee's eyes widened favorably and Azula almost smirked as she slid her cock out through the opening. A knot was already forming and she throbbed against the cool air. "Do you want this?"
Ty Lee sipped shallow breaths, trying to reign in her heat's excitement. Her nipples stood out against the ruins of her tunic. "Spirits, yes…."
The fevered words stroked Azula's damaged pride. She ran a hand down her length, giving a small squeeze in anticipation. "Why? Is it just your heat?" She bit her lip as she swelled harder. "If I unfasten your restraints, you may chi block me….this will have to do."
She stepped closer, holding herself out. Ty Lee rose from her seated position to her knees, her mouth dry. She licked her lips, trying to gain moisture. "I do want it….please," she whimpered.
A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Azula's face and she smirked. The first wet push of Ty Lee's lips over her shaft nearly made her roll her eyes back. Azula grunted with pleasure as Ty Lee washed her cock with long passes of her tongue. She pressed a few heated kisses along the tip, running her tongue along the slit and tasting more of Azula's juices that ran out with her excitement.
"Is that all you've got? You must want this badly…. Ulp!" Azula's toes curled inside her boots as Ty Lee pressed her mouth over the top of her cock and pressed down, suckling down near the base before she rose back up. She established a good rhythm, small muffled whimpers escaping out of her throat on each pass. Azula pressed her hips forward, riding her motions; it felt entirely too good and to leave Ty Lee's throat for one instant on the up pass was torture. She couldn't help sliding her fingers into Ty Lee's hair and holding her in front of her. "Yes….."
Ty Lee serviced her cock like she wanted it. She bobbed up and down her length, taking more of it in on each pass and Azula grunted, canting her hips forward each time she did so. Despite herself, Azula was nearing a climax. She had just gotten into Ty Lee's mouth and throat a few minutes ago, but she ached to let go. The similarity of that act terrified Azula to the workings of her inner heart. She focused on surging her hips forward, fucking Ty Lee's throat. Her thrusts were becoming less and less comforting.
Ty Lee put up with it, whimpering around her flesh. When Azula erupted between her lips, she brought her mouth lower, and suckling hard, helped push Azula over the edge.
"Uhn!" Azula grunted loudly as she came harshly, cock streaming jets of hot come. Ty Lee lapped most of it up, but a few splashes flew across her face. She brought one manacled hand to rest on Azula's thigh, feeling her musculature straining and shaking. Azula slumped before her, cock partially sated. She exhaled slowly, chi no longer as jagged as it had been, though it still roiled harshly. Ty Lee gazed up at her, with traces of her old adoration in her wide eyes. Her hands caressed and massaged Azula's trembling thigh muscles.
As Azula caught her breath, Ty Lee lay on her back on the thin blanket she'd been given, drawing her manacled hands to her chest. She spread her thighs, hoping Azula would get the hint and take her. She wanted her and the taste she'd gotten only made her burn. Azula's eyes scoured her up and down, and even though her clothes, Ty Lee felt heated. She blushed, hoping she looked good enough to eat.
"PLEASE…." She murmured. Sex seemed to lace her tone and Ty Lee's heart shifted when Azula shuddered visibly. Her cock stood out as she knelt beside Ty Lee. She carefully tugged Ty Lee's gray pants down enough to permit her hand. Ty Lee squirmed with real need, trying to ride her hand and fingers.
Azula found the omega drenched and keeping her clit trapped beneath her thumb, she slid two fingers in the sopping wet folds she found. Ty Lee arched her back, breasts bobbing.
"Oh yes!..."she murmured. She panted, her inner walls clenching Azula's fingers and trying to draw them in further. Azula throbbed, her cock wanting to be wrapped in heated silk as her fingers were…. "Azula….oooh…"
Azula's inner ego was stoked, despite herself. Her cock stood half out of her trousers, throbbing yet again. Ty Lee's heat circled around her chi, stroking and pumping her. But even as Ty Lee tried to come, the penetration seemed shallow and wasn't enough. She wanted to be stretched, she wanted to be fucked. It wasn't just her heat; she wanted to claim Azula and have her claim her as well.
Azula tensed as Ty Lee moved her restrained hands closer to her waist. Her fingers stroked along her wet naked cock. She paused, taking in the half naked woman sprawled on her back, knees spread and pressed high along her sides. She seemed to be grappling with a decision and Ty Lee swallowed. Distrust shone in Azula's hard golden eyes even as she fucked her with her hand. Her other hand moved up Ty Lee's belly, stroking, and tore her tunic open. She squeezed one breast idly.
Ty Lee shivered with need. Her aura felt as jagged and wild as Azula's when she had first arrived, and she needed a release. Preferably with Azula stretching her open. "Please….'Zula… PLEASE…."
Azula's expression was contemplative, instead of lustful. She was reigning herself in again and Ty Lee's aura cried out for her attention. "Do you want me?"
"Yes!" Ty Lee was glad to tell the truth. She reached up for Azula, wanting to touch her, to welcome her home between her thighs…. Azula worked her lower lip between her teeth. She withdrew her fingers from Ty Lee's sopping wet folds abruptly. Ty Lee cried out at the unpleasant sudden sting. "Azula!..."
"You don't decide when I fuck you. You don't decide!" Azula hissed. She wanted to throttle Ty Lee again but thought better against it. Ty Lee's fingers were folding and unfolding, and even restrained heavily, Azula knew a moment of true cold fear.
"Why…." Ty Lee tried to sit up but Azula was already rising to her feet, stuffing her erect cock back inside her trousers. She re-laced, eyes gleaming with a harsh light.
"We're moving against the capital. I may decide to drag you with me; I want you up front and close when I destroy your lover," Azula sneered.
Her words threw cold dread through Ty Lee. She shuddered and shivered, even as she was denied bodily. Mentally, she thanked herself for having the foresight to send off that messenger hawk when she had. She had no idea Zirin would get the jump on her like that.
"Azula, you can't!" Ty Lee gasped. She pictured Zuko and Mai holding her child, devoting their love over her and Azula's pup. 'I gave her to them; I didn't expect to come back,' she thought sorrowfully. Ty Lee shuddered with emotion and bodily longing.
"I can and I will!" Azula snapped. "Be good and you may get that fucking either way. Tata."
With her last flippant words, Azula strode with long steps toward the store room door. Ty Lee reached after her, and Azula took one last look at her naked breasts and the bare pale skin along her midriff and hip. Azula walked through the door, shutting it hard on Ty Lee.
Ty Lee huddled in a ball, one hand between her legs as tears streamed down her face. 'Be safe, Zuko….keep Izumi safe!' she thought desperately.
As far as missions went, she was failing hers utterly.
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Zuko cradled Izumi in the crook of his arm as he checked the wires inside the back room behind his throne's dais. His chief detonator was going over the schematics of the detonation device, and how far the damage would extend.
"It will blow apart the main hallway at least halfway down the corridor, my lord," the man explained. He checked the integrity of his wires, making sure nothing had frayed or been chewed on by vermin. He checked the main detonator, and re-hid it under the pile of bedding in the small room. Zuko nodded, as he internally went over possibilities. His sling helped hold the baby's weight against him, and he rocked her gently with one arm. Izumi stared at him curiously. He pumped his pheromones almost idly over her; she sufficiently smelled just like him and he was almost at a close to when he constantly needed to touch her to blanket her scent. Zuko found he still liked lavishing the baby with his chi. She responded warmly to it.
The bearded man gave a small smile to the baby in the crook of the Fire Lord's arm. He re-twisted two wires together and checked the blasting jelly. He set everything down and peered at the princess. "She's beautiful, my lord."
Zuko was used to the compliments, but it always made him feel good to hear it. "Thank you….."
Zuko took his leave of the detonator and met his Kyoshi Warrior escort in the main throne room. He juggled Izumi and aimed her curious stare toward his throne up on high. "You see that, Izumi? One day you'll sit there as well….."
The infant sneezed. Zuko chuckled and rocked her. His Kyoshi Warriors escorted him to a sitting room. Kiyi was there, learning knife play, of all things, from his wife. Mai was teaching her how to properly hold a blade and where best to stab a foe. Zuko blinked slowly in surprise.
"I hope you don't need to know that, Kiyi," he said. Mai gave him a smile, and re-tucked the knives back up her sleeves. His half-sister gave a grin and streamed a small ball of fire in midair.
"I can use this," she offered, smiling. Zuko gave her a rueful smile.
"We're taking time to train later if you want. We should all be ready," Zuko offered. The news of his sister's impending arrival put a slow dread through him.
"Zuko, I'm worried. What if Ty Lee…. "Mai trailed off, for the kid's sake, but naked dread flashed between the two. Zuko offered her the baby and Mai took the sling around her neck. She gave a smile despite herself, as she stared into her daughter's eyes.
"She's okay…..she's got to be," Zuko said softly. Mai's eyes softened as she gazed into his eyes. Even as he said the words, Zuko had to give them some credibility. Ty Lee would survive, no matter where she was.
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4/21/2017