CHAPTER RATING: M (Language, Sexually EXPLICIT Situations, Sexually EXPLICIT Dialogue)

A/N:

I bought, and read some Erotica this weekend, this is what I learned: I can no longer use the warning "Sexually Suggestive."

Be warned, this is unlike anything you have read from me before, but what you will probably be reading from me, from now on.

Chapter 15: Captivity, Part IV: The Avatar Breaks

Aang closed his eyes, trying his best to pull away. He wanted out. No. He knew he wanted out. He needed to get out. This was wrong. This was against everything that he was taught. This was against everything that he stood for.

"Don't lie to yourself." He heard a voice behind him. "Stop resisting." Aang turned to see a mirror image of himself, illuminated in red. "She's beautiful. She's alluring. She's forbidden. And that's why you want her."

"Don't listen to him!" Aang turned to see himself, this time, glowing sapphire. "This isn't what you were taught! This is wrong! Fight the temptation!" He commanded.

"Don't listen to him." Footsteps echoed around him. "He isn't real, he's an illusion. He's what you think you should want, not what you really want." The scarlet copy's voice grew louder, and began to drown out the other's voice. "It's what you want. Give in."

"No!" A faint whisper came from the panicking blue Avatar. "You can't!" the pleas from him were becoming quieter. "Think about..." His voice vanished.

"You can't stop thinking about her, can you?" The red Avatar asked. "She's beautiful, and you can't resist. Just give in."

Aang nodded, and the red Avatar faded.

…

He opened his eyes, and saw her towering above him, smiling with a beautiful, mocking grin. Azula still held him erect in her hand, but had stopped tempting him with the sweet heat between her legs that he craved.

"I love that look on your face, Avatar." Her tone was as playful as it was malicious. "It's like you want this..." Azula ran her hand through her raven hair, slid her tongue along her palm, and created a glistening trail to the space between her legs.

Aang's ears absorbed her moans, watching her rub her clitoris with a single finger. She shuddered before him, with a liquid dripping down, falling onto his pelvis.

"Don't make me beg." He whimpered. She raised an eyebrow, a slow, wide smile took her lips. She leaned in closer to him; bending over, and teasing him more, rubbing against his even harder erection.

"Just...Just one more time, Aang. For me." She puckered her lips, and took on a decieving look of innocence.

"Please, Azula. I need you." He begged. "I need you. Now." She moved her soaking fingers to his lips, an offer that he took without hesitation.

"Not yet." she offered him one last torturous nudge against his erection before moving off. "First, I want you to show me how much you want me."

"Anything." He pleaded.

"Close your eyes." She commanded. A blunt pain pressed his arms down deeper into the mattress. "Okay. Now you can look." Aang opened his eyes to see her towering above him, a pressure building as she sat down on his chest. She presented him with a full view of her body. "You've done this before, haven't you?" She traced a line down the tattoo that adorned his head. "Make me feel good..." She slid her hand against the liquid on his pelvis, and took hold of him. "And I'll make you feel good."

She lowered herself further. The heat that radiated from between her thighs grew upon him, radiating against his face. With a breath, he took in her scent, and couldn't resist any more.

He couldn't resist anymore.

Sticking out his tongue, he moved it against her, up one side and then returning down. Her moans from the pleasure he was giving her only encouraged him. He felt her grip loosen around him, her other resting on his head, pulling him closer.

He closed his eyes, savoring in the moment, her beauty, her scent, her taste. Azula gasped for air, and he knew that he was pleasing her. That brought joy to him. He couldn't stop now.

She mumbled his name as he continued, wrapping his lips around his teeth, he took her clitoris between them. She yelped in surprise, and struggled to breath as he flicked his tongue against the nub of flesh he held in his lips. She called out his name as she reached the peak of orgasm.

Her grip around him failed, she leaned forward, and supporting herself on the wall, he felt her climax, a sweet fluid ran down his chin. She lifted herself off of him, and laid next to him.

"How does it taste?" She asked. He turned to her, and looked into her glowing golden eyes.

"Better than anything else." She leaned over and kissed him, biting down into his lip.

"I promised to return the favor." She licked the liquid off her lips. "Let me show you something." Her hand slid down again, and took a gentle grasp. Heat built in his core, and with a flash of lightning in her palm, he felt his nerves tighten, and felt an overwhelming orgasm. His head sunk into the mattress, his eyes clenched shut, the searing heat that passed through his muscles and nerves was almost painful. But soon relaxed, and he felt his mind wash over in bliss.

When he regained his wits, He saw her straddle over him again, facing away this he felt was so intense, he was unsure of what happened afterword. But when he came to, he realized that she had cleaned him up, and was facing away from him. Azula held him erect again, and descended. He struggled to catch his breath as she descended, the warmth and tightness pulling him further in.

She let out a gasp, to strength the hold her up left her, and she fell backwards, he brought his hands up, and caught her in a soft bubble of air before laying her down onto his chest.

Azula's rested her head next to his, with five sapphire fingers, she touched his cheek, and urged him to turn towards her. He followed her command, and met her lips again. When she broke away, he saw her smile, but this smile seemed different, not malicious like he usually saw her, but loving.

"A-Aang!" she called out his name as he thrust himself deeper. She clsoed her eyes, and took in desperate gasps for air. He felt her hand take a weakened grip around his wrist, and guide it down her toned stomach. He rested his finger on the swollen nub of pleasure that she directed him to, and began circling it with a gentle motion.

Her cries for him intensified as he moved, both thrusting his hips into her, and caressing her clitoris at the same time. She wrapped her fingers around his other wrist, and guided it up her body this time to her chest. His hand fell onto her voluptuous left breast as he caressed it. It four his hand likea glove, and was firm, yet soft. She cried out his name in a breath that seemed to be gone. Two fingers wrapped around her erect nipple. She pulled him into another kiss, and cried his name in a muffled voice as he caressed it.

She cried his name, and caressed his tongue as she climaxed. Her moans echoed within him, as he felt his own climax. He pulsed inside her, and she fell back, resting her head into his neck, taking in deep, desperate breaths.

"I'll let you know something else." She whispered after breaking away from another kiss. "There's a legend about the Fùrén Yuu. Spirits who would pleasure men in their dreams, and take their souls in the process."

He listened, both with interest, and fear.

"Tell me, were you able to resist this Fùrén Yuu?"

He thought about her question.

"No, I wasn't."

...

"Okay, Sugar Queen, are you ready?!" Toph shouted.

"Bring it on!" Katara replied.

Back at the Western Air Temple, the members of Team Avatar were preparing for their planned assault on the boiling rock. Zuko was still waiting for a messenger hawk from Mai. Sokka and Suki were practicing takedowns on each other. Even Appa and Momo returned.

With a slam of her foot, Toph summoned a boulder the size of a monumental pillar. Katara responded by bringing her hands up, and holding them in place.

Toph froze, leaving her pillar to fall back into the hole that it came from.

"Damn it, Katara!" Toph shouted. "Your bloodbending isn't fair!"

"You just have to make due with what you got." Katara replied.

"Yeah...Cheap shit." Toph folded her arms. Katara grinned.

In the distance, they heard the faint sound of flapping, a hawk entered their sights. Zuko held out a hand, and took the piece of parchment attached to its leg. It stepped up onto his shoulder, where it sat, awaiting orders.

Katara watched as he unraveled the paper, and felt his heart panic as his eyes widened.

"What is it?" She ran up to him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Everything's fine!" Both Katara and Toph knew that Zuko was trying to hide the truth. Even Sokka and Suki could tell from his time of voice and the sweat beads that fell from his brow.

"Give me the note, Zuko." Katara held out her hand.

"You don't want to read it." Zuko replied, and folded the parchment before stuffing it into his shirt.

"I'm not going to play games with you." He still refused. "Fine!" She brought her hands up, they saw hoods posture tighten, and he walked forward as Katara commanded.

"Wait! Don't!" He handed the note to her himself, and then fell onto the ground, unable to move his legs.

"You'll get better in a while. Don't worry." She reassured him, and then folded the note open. "The breath is broken. It has fallen to fire. It has lost its will." She looked down at it, and then at him. "What does it mean?"

"I-I don't know." He replied.

"You'd really benefit if you could lie without stuttering, Zuko." She answered back. "Tell me what it means. Now."

"Fine." He tooka deep breath. "Azula's gotten to him. She's broken him."

"What do you mean by that?"

"She's probably been torturing him for days now." Toph created a chair, picking him up from the ground. "Thanks." He said before returning his gaze to Katara. "He's probably been deprived of sleep, starved, beaten, all of that. And even worse..."

"What could be worse than that?" Sokka interrupted.

"A technique that my Great-grandfather, Sozin, developed. But it hasn't been used in a hundred years...At least not publicly."

"Tell us what it is, already!" Toph shouted. Zuko brought out a hand, and gathered lightning in his palm.

"Sozin used it to sway his political enemies, to obtain information from spies, and to spread agents loyal to the Fire Nation across the world. With this technique, you can brainwash, or 're-educate' anyone by manipulating the electricity in their brains." The lightning disappeared as he brought a finger to his temple. "With this, you could implant false memories, erase real memories, and even plant ideas, desires, and images into someone's subconscious mind."

"You're telling me that Azula could make Ang forget that he's the Avatar?"

"Not only that, she could make him not want to be the Avatar. She could make him associate suffering with the idea of the Avatar, but on a subconscious level. He'd never be able to overcome the fear, because to him, it doesn't exist."

"If that's the case, then we need to go, now!" Katara shouted.

"Let's take this slow, Katara. Okay? We can't be rash about this." Sokka spoke.

"How can you say that to me?!" Her voice was cracking. The others looked away as tears began to well up in her eyes. "What if...What if she makes him forget me?"

Sokka had no words to comfort her, but instead, opened his arms to take her into an embrace.

"It'll be okay, we'll figure something out." He tried to calm her. "We just need some time."

Zuko scribbled a note down, and wrapped it onto the hawk's leg before sending it away.

"Wait! I've got an idea!" Toph smacked a fist into her palm at the sudden revelation. "Why don't we just get your bloodbending down, and then you just do what you did in Ba Sing Se! Twist any bad guys into pretzels, and let them stew in their own sauce!" They looked at her with raised eyebrows. "What?"

Katara took a deep breath, letting her tears dry, she looked at Zuko with vengeance.

"When I get my hands on your sister. Nothing is going to stop me." A tight fist wrapped around the collar of his shirt, he looked away in fear, and reluctance. "Nothing. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. I get it." He mumbled. She turned, and walking towards Appa and Momo, let her footfalls echo against the cliff side.

...

Katara tossed and turned all night, unable to closer her eyes for even the shortest amount of time. Thoughts, and doubts kept ringing in her head.

She couldn't take it. What she did know was that he wasn't at the Boiling Rock yet, he was still in the zeppelin that Azula held him in. Zuko had mentioned that the prison was headed by another man, and Azula wouldn't settle fora lesser seat of power. No one in the Fire Nation would. They were all ambitious, blinded by ambition, and only cared for what they wanted without regard for others.

The anger in her was boiling over.

That's when she looked over at the sleeping air bison...

She could leave, she could save Aang. Right here. Right now.

PUBLISHED ON: 9/01/2014

A/N:

Let's not blow this out of proportion just because I used the word "clitoris." Thanks, stay Mature.

Thanks for reading!