I am wrapping up all of my storylines in Captured. That said, I have quite a few OCs in my story. Some people like OCs, and some don't. In order to respect both of those positions, my solution is this very long (for me) chapter, which is strictly OCs with smut. If you like that –keep reading and enjoy. However, if you do not, feel free to skip this chapter. The rest of my story will make sense without having to read this. Some of the characters from this chapter will be mentioned again briefly for the storyline, but only briefly. When those are though, I will fill you in on the gist of the results of this chapter. This fleshes out the wrap-up of their stories more, the sex (smut), which is what some of you came for. I hope this accommodates everyone by structuring it this way. I tried to make this chapter fun for those who like OCs and the smut.

I hope you all are enjoying my story.

My OCs will be appearing in the following order:

Drunk wife. Husband - Mistress

Emi - Natsume

Avatar Szeto - Ainu

Tohru - Kyo

Drunk (now ex) wife- (ex)husband's brother

Spy - Councilman

She walked down the hall with her refilled glass of wine and an official document in hand. Her steps were mostly straight this time. When she got to her husband's room, she flung open the door and stepped in without bothering to knock.

She smirked when she saw him in bed with his mistress having what looked like very vigorous sex. They were so used to her drunken antics by now that they didn't bother stopping. She took a long sip of wine, smiling. He was giving it good to the woman, and now that she was no longer to be tied to the man, she had her usual reaction to seeing others having sex. It got her interested and turned on.

"As much fun as it is to watch you fuck her, I have to ask you to stop. I just need your signature, and the Fire Lord will have officially declared us wonderfully divorced. I get my clothes and personal items along with a more than reasonable sum of money –oh, and I get your brother too." She held up the official document.

Her part in securing Zuko's guard got her request brought to the front of the line of his agenda that first night. Nozomu had been more than obliging to get the document written and have Zuko sign it. After all, she had let a man fuck her passed-out body for half the palace guards to be allocated to obeying Zuko over his father, and she got a quick divorce.

She watched him pause and kiss his mistress-soon-to-be-wife on the forehead and then climbed off of her. He walked naked over to his temporarily current wife and took the document and the pen she was holding.

He looked at the divorce document and said, "I didn't know you could be paid off for such a reasonable sum of money."

Glancing at his cock she shrugged, then she looked up at him. "I fucked most of your entire male staff multiple times, your brother constantly, and well… not to put too fine a point on it, I rode any cock that wasn't yours that I could, everywhere we went. Look at my reasonableness in the sum as me admitting I was a bitch to you."

He laid the document down on the side table and signed –his was the last signature needed. "Well, now I don't care who you have sex with anymore, ex-wife. And with all sincerity, I truly mean it when I say that I hope you and my brother will be happy together."

She smirked, "Oh, we will be. Tonight we role play, professor and student."

Holding up the document, he said, "this officially says I don't need to know what you do anymore –please never enlighten me again."

Once she left to deliver the signed document to Nozomu, he locked the door. Looking over at his mistress, he said, "we marry once that document is filled."

That night he made love to her over and over again.

Emi and Natsume were holding hands, walking down the hall. "Are you sure?" He asked, eyeing her nervously.

She paused and looked at him. "I mean, after going through the embarrassment of telling my sister and your brother what we're doing, can it get worse?"

He frowned and then reached up and caressed her cheek. "You aren't one of her spies," he whispered. "You don't have to do this."

She sighed and shrugged a bit. "No, but…." She squared her shoulders. "You're right, I'm not, because you're going to marry me. Had I not found love, though, I would have been."

He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "Katara would never force you to-"

"Gosh, she didn't even ask!" She said, cutting him off. "She has no idea what I'm doing right now. This is all me." She then looked up at him, unsure. "I asked too much of you, didn't I? I shouldn't have... I'm sorry!"

He laughed hard at her words and whispered. "I will never share you –that is non-negotiable. But I'm not a good man. I like fucking you while others watch how much pleasure I bring you." He growled into her ear, "it's so damn hot knowing they are watching you get fucked well and begging for my cock." He reached up and grabbed her breast. "Let's show them how many times I can make you orgasm."

They made it into one of the three sex parties that night. This one was one where you fucked who you brought. That was one reason Emi wanted to go. The two others had women from the harem there, ready to be chosen. It was easier to get the spies into those. That said, there were two other spies there. They just had a large room to work at overhearing the whispered conversation.

Emi slipped off her clothes when she entered and could see the pride in Natsume's eyes when others looked at her appreciatively.

In response, he snaked his arm around her waist, and his hand kept going. He reached down and slid his fingers between the folds of her pussy as he pulled her close with his arm. Her pleasure-filled moan made him smirk. He could feel her soak his fingers.

One man looked over and eyed them. "So, you're here, Natsume."

"Of course I am. Last time was so much fun."

"You brought the same woman."

Natsume laughed and flicked Emi's clit making her mewl. "Of course I did. She's damn sexy and a great fuck –she's not the type one tires of quickly." He loved seeing the jealousy in the other man's eyes.

The man walked over and taunted, "your brother is lucky the Avatar showed up before Ozai killed him."

Natsume smirked and sat on the nearest couch. Grunts and moans were filling the room, and it had him keyed up. He pulled his naked Emi to straddle his lap. Then he said, "my family is very lucky. Good thing, too –the Madam sent me this ripe peach." He bent over and sucked her nipple. "I'm so damn lucky."

The man scowled and pulled his mistress into his lap in the same way Natsume had his. She was not among Katara's spies. She was an established mistress, and that wasn't worth going through the training for only one man.

He said, "I assume I will see you at the gathering later at two in the morning."

Natsume pulled down his pants and slid Emi onto his erect and painfully hard cock. He wanted her, and the man's obvious jealousy was working him up. Once he was fully sheathed in her tight heat, he said, "why switch sex parties? I won't be switching partners." He moaned, and she began to slowly and sensually ride his cock. "She fucks better than I've ever had before.

The man was livid with jealousy. He had been thrilled with his mistress, it was why he kept her. She was sexy and unrestrained and had no inhibitions about letting everyone know how good he fucked her cunt. He kept her because she made him look good. Now, Natsume had a sexier woman, and he detested him for it. That was why he was trying to prove himself with his cock and his knowledge. He wanted to show he was more "in the know" than Natsume could ever be.

He said, "not a party, a meeting. What? Didn't you hear about it? I thought you would have since you're from a powerful family." He buried his head in his mistress's hair. He didn't want anyone to see him smirk. It felt so good knowing more than Natsume. He got even harder, and he slapped his mistress on her ass to start her riding his cock.

As Emi worked Natsume's cock like the pro she was –damn did he feel lucky, he admitted, "haven't heard of anything." He attempted to sound put out to play into the other man's ego. He knew what was happening.

The man said, "odd. Like I said, I thought everyone saw yours as an important family. I guess I was wrong," his voice, not hiding his disdain. He bucked his hips fucking her cunt harder; this conversation was making him want to fuck her like an animal.

Natsume had very little real interest in the conversation. Emi was a goddess on his cock, and he wanted to devote his whole attention to her. Still, he was a practical man, and this helped her feel like she was aiding Katara. A cause he was all for until his orgasm was involved. Practically though, he knew that getting any information tonight would make her very happy to have gone to the party. The kind of party that he very much hoped she'd agree to attend with him again. True, he would go with her, or not at all –but he really wanted to go with her. He hadn't lied. He knew he had a kink that most women wouldn't tolerate. He got off fucking her and making people watch how good he gave it to her and how dirty she would let him be with her.

He shook his head. He knew it was time to get back to the conversation and sound offended. "Don't be stupid. If you know about the meeting, and I don't, then it can't be anything interesting –especially if sex isn't involved."

The man scowled and replied sarcastically, "right! Because you're soooo important. Your brother was next to die. I guess everyone figured that showed how much your family actually 'matters'."

Natsume laughed, "the Avatar saved us. I agree!"

"Then why weren't you invited?"

"Because it's a meeting to pick out wall colors?" He taunted.

The man said, "Northwest wing eight doors down on the right, knock seven times! You'll see what I get invited to and what your precious family doesn't!"

Natsume sent Emi a surreptitious smirk. He said to the man, "see you then."

He then pulled Emi off of him, bent her over the back of another couch, and thrust his cock into her. He smirked down at her knowing she would be pleased with what they learned tonight. He leaned over and whispered, "you're welcome for that. Now since I was such a helpful boy, I get my reward."

He took her like that, hard, slapping her ass pink and making her out-scream every other woman at the party. The satisfying thing for him was knowing she wasn't faking it.

Szeto moaned as Ainu slid her mouth over his hard and straining cock. Zuko and Katara were the first to marry from the harem, but Szeto, as Avatar and the man who defeated Ozai, was next. He loved the sight of his wife sucking his cock like a tasty treat. The lewd noises she made just enhanced his enjoyment. He loved to hear her slurping on him, and her moaning was a double pleasure –the sound and the feel of it were amazing.

"Ainu," he breathed out with a pleasure-filled tone. His hips stuttered when she used her tongue on the vein of his cock. She pulled off of him with a plop, and she moved and sank her cunt down on his cock, filling herself with him.

She sat with him deep inside of her, and she said, "Szeto, my dear husband. You defeated the strongest man in the world at Agni Kai, and yet you can't believe I want you as my husband. Yes, I'm young, but you really aren't old to me. You are a virile man who can dominate everyone else out there." She eyed his body, "and in all that time in seclusion, you didn't let yourself go. You must have worked out constantly." She caressed his six-pack abs.

"I'm the Avatar," he said, blushing. "I have to practice all four bending styles constantly."

Ainu smirked, "you can practice bending me. You can take me from any angle you want."

"Feet on the floor, palms and elbows on the dresser. I'll take you bent over," he commanded.

She moaned, "good. You learned that it gets me wet when you're demanding."

Ainu climbed off him, and he playfully smacked her ass. "You forget, my cock was in you. By the juices it's covered in, I can already tell you're dripping wet."

She smirked over her shoulder at him as she walked to the dresser. "True. I am so wet, husband." She then did as he said and bent over the dresser.

Szeto eyed her from his position, still on the bed. "Your body is amazing." He then stood, made his way quickly to her, and thrust his cock deep in her burying himself to the hilt. "And you're so tight!"

Moaning, she said, "and you have a huge cock. Take me, please."

He grabbed her plumb breasts as he looked in the mirror that hung over the dresser. Not only was she his wife, but she was young, large-chested, uninhibited with sex, and currently squirming on his cock, driving him wild.

He pulled back almost out of her, gripping her breasts tighter, all the time watching in the mirror. He then slammed his cock into deep her, he heard the slap of their bodies and watched as hers moved. He knew she could take it hard from him –loved it, in fact. She adored feeling his power and strength on display. He started pounding into her sweet cunt, fucking her with all his white-hot passion for her. Loving the sound of their slapping bodies and grunts filling the air.

He worked her hard, not letting up, knowing that she always praised him afterward for that very thing. The very thing he loved doing to her so damn much. He loved working on getting off inside of her. Of feeling her squeeze him and knowing it was driving her just as wild.

He moved one hand to flick her clit. He wanted her to orgasm and pulse around his hard cock. He made her orgasm loudly, and she was banging her right hand on the dresser, screaming about how good he was.

He chuckled darkly and huskily said, "no, no, darling, I'm not done with you yet." He stroked her clit and pinched her nipple as he watched her boobs bounce in the mirror. He hadn't slowed down in the slightest after he brought her to orgasm. "Feel how hard I am still? It's not time for you to rest yet." He flicked her clit as he worked her back up. "I just love the feeling of you pulsing on my hard cock."

"Yes!" She screamed. "More. I want… Oh, Yes!"

Szeto flicked her clit again and then gently pinched it. "You want more of my cock or more orgasms?"

"Both! Love your huge cock!"

He began flicking her clit faster, "I think you need another orgasm. Don't think I'm done with you, though. I'm going to fuck you until I come deep into that sweet pussy." Slamming his hips into her, he grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples and driving her out of her mind with passion.

Ainu yelled, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" And she orgasmed again, pulsing around his still-hard cock, trying to milk him, bringing him pleasure. She whimpered as he still took her hard. "So good," she moaned.

"Yes, yes, you are so good," he praised. "You milk my cock so good with your powerful organs. It's such a treat. This time when you orgasm, I'm cuming with you. I'm going to fill you up with my seed." He grabbed her shoulders and used them to slam his cock into her harder. "I want to pump you so full of my seed over and over until I make you round with my child –any child, boy or girl. I want to see you pregnant and know I put a baby in you." Just the thought of her being pregnant pushed him further toward the edge.

He pushed her shoulders down, so her chest was now pressed to the dresser, changing the angle. He knew he was close, and this angle would bring her quickly to orgasm.

He plowed into her seven more times and felt and heard her orgasm. Once he did, he finally let himself go. He orgasmed hard, shooting his seed into her as he panted for breath and smiled.

He didn't remove his softening cock. Once he got some of his breath back, he whispered, "don't move. I want to keep my cock in you so that my cum doesn't leak out. I now realize this isn't the best position to impregnate you."

"And when I'm pregnant and fat?" She teased.

He chuckled, "and you think I can't keep my dick out of you now. You, pregnant with my child, will be even more of a turn-on."

Eventually, he pulled out and brought her to their bed. He held her in his arms and whispered, "rest for now. I want to have you again tonight, wife."

Tohru's big breasts were on full display for Kyo, and he groaned, shut the door to their rooms with a sharp click, and locked the door. "Waiting for me, were you?"

She gave him a coy smile, and his eyes raked over her naked body. "Maybe."

"Maybe, my ass. Who else would you be waiting for?" he grumbled.

Walking over to him, Tohru smiled sweetly, "my darling husband, as always."

He grabbed her ass in one hand and pulled her flush to his body, grinding his hard cock against her. "That's better."

She moaned and ground up against him. "So much better –I agree."

Tohru then looked up at him with a venerable expression. "I did realize something about thirty minutes ago. I was waiting for you."

"I like whatever it was that got you naked. More realizations like that in our lives, please."

She smiled and kissed his chin. "I realized my past doesn't matter. Holding onto it is stupid –it's literally dead. And then it dawned on me that to you, my past had died the moment we left for Ba Sing Se."

He snorted and said, "the tunnels below. What Katara asked us, and we told her we didn't want to explain, was that I was telling Yamato how much I wanted to have sex with you. When you said you wanted sex on the ship, you have no idea how much I wanted you to agree to let me be the one. All I knew was that you were smoking hot and so damn strong to have endured what you did."

"You wanted my body," she insisted.

"That too. Do you know what it did for my ego to have such a strong woman screaming out in pleasure as I fucked her? To watch you fall apart. Yes, I love your body, it's so damn much fun to play with, and it's what made me want you in my bed the most at first. But once you were there, once you orgasmed, I saw the strength you must have had to endure Ozai. I know I don't fuck like he does, and you enjoyed me. I knew he couldn't have really satisfied you, and yet you persisted. You had zero choice in it. After all, once he claims a woman, she's his."

She blinked at him, "is that why you… h-held me?"

"What…?" He asked, confused.

"The sex was the best in my life, you know that. But when you held me as you fell asleep, that was when I knew I wanted to be back in your bed again. You were the first to ever hold me like that."

He closed his eyes in thought. "It's probably part of the reason I held you. To have a strong woman who let me hold her felt good. But I think it was my way of silently asking you to stay in my bed. If I didn't let go, you couldn't leave right after sex. Also, I believe part of me realized I was done chasing cunt. Something about you made me want to stick with you. When you said I would be having sex with other women when I got to Ba Sing Se, I wanted to laugh in your face and call you stupid. By that point, I was already in love with you."

She huffed out a tiny laugh, "I was in love with you too. Gosh, I must have seemed crazy to Katara, assuring her you didn't hurt me like Ozai and asking her what it meant when you held me."

"She thought I hurt you?" he asked with a wounded tone.

"No! That's my point. I worried that she would assume I made you –that I needed that. She seemed surprised I was even worried. I'm sure I sounded dumb." She watched him visibly relax. "She tried to tell me that you holding me meant you had feelings for me. At the time, I thought she was crazy and hoped she was right all at the same time."

He reached up and grabbed her breast. "I love you."

"I figured that out. Finally."

"Good. Because something else is important right now. Because if you were a raging bitch I'd want to have sex with you. I would just gag you so I could enjoy your talented body."

Her eyes darkened with lust, and she blinked a few times. "Now that sounds exciting."

"What does?" he examined her, confused.

Tohru said, "I trust you completely, and that gives me ideas….."

Five minutes later, she was lying on her stomach on the bed, gagged and tied up. His comment spurred another idea in her head. Her arms were behind her back, tied with a soft rope. She struggled against it only for show and to work herself into the role a bit.

He chuckled darkly, "trying to get away?" He slapped her ass. "Say stop, and I will," he teased, then holding his hand up to his ear. "Oh, right. You can't speak with that gag in your mouth."

He spread her legs and said, "just look at that beautiful pussy of yours. I'm going to really enjoy wrecking it. Wait until you take my cock –it's so big."

He then grabbed her ass and squeezed, "I'm so glad you tried to break into my house –naughty girl. Now I get to show you how bad girls are punished."

She wiggled, and it excited him. He knew she was playing along, and if he had any doubt, her glistening wet pussy would have given her away. But he knew that wasn't the game she wanted. Her idea was that she tried to steal from him, and he caught her and tied her up naked to punish her and have some fun on his part. After all, it isn't every day a sexy woman ends up caught in your house.

Kyo spanked her again, leaving another pink handprint on her butt cheek. He laughed and said, "you're making this game hard for me to pretend when everything I do makes you wetter, Tohru." She just gave as much of a shrug as she could.

He then got back into character. He caressed her ass and said, "you tried to take from me, but I will succeed in taking from you." He then drew one finger along her gag. "And I will be taking whatever I want from you. It's only fair, after all." He brushed her hair away from her face. "You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? And these boobs of yours…." He reached around and grabbed her breasts, pressing his body to her back. He then whispered, "you're going to be such a treat to fuck." He rocked his cock against her ass.

He then stood and began taking off his clothes, letting them hit the floor loudly. When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed and toward her body.

"Well, since you need to be gagged, I can't make you suck my cock." He then forced her legs open with his knees and thrust his hard dick into her pussy from behind. "Like I said, you will take my cock. Feel that? Feel how big I am and how much I stretch your tight cunt?" He then began taking her with a steady rhythm propping himself up on his arms as he did.

Kyo took her five more times before he pulled out, flipped her over, and then penetrated her again. Her arms were still behind her back, and it pressed her boobs up for him. He groaned in excitement.

He sped up the pace taking her harder, watching her boobs bounce wildly in time with each and every thrust. He went faster and harder to watch them bounce all the more wildly. She was writhing and arching her back.

He laughed at her, "so it seems the thief likes getting fucked. You like that, don't you? You want my cock."

He couldn't help himself. As hot as this all was, he wanted to push the game in a bit of a different direction. He pulled out of her and flopped on his back. He loved the confusion and lust in her eyes.

"I think you liked me fucking you, dirty thief." He leaned over and teased her clit for a minute. He could feel her drenching his fingers. He then stopped and said, "fuck yourself on my hard cock. I won't untie you, though."

Her eyes dilated even more, and she shifted, unable to use her arms, but she got herself to her knees. She then crawled over on her knees to straddle him. He helped her by positioning his cock as she lowered herself onto it sheathing him.

"So you do like my cock?" She nodded in response. He tucked his hands behind his head. "Ride me and bring yourself to orgasm. I want to see you fall apart."

Tohru used her leg muscles to ride him. He loved watching her fuck herself on his cock while her arms were tied behind her back, and she was gagged.

He almost laughed. He felt like she was fully in control now despite her circumstances. It was just so –her.

She rode his cock wildly, again with her massive breasts bouncing wildly. The whole sight of her drove him to the brink way too fast for his liking. His hand quickly shot out, and he began frantically rubbing her clit, mentally begging for her to orgasm when he did.

She screamed out, still riding him, her orgasm pulsing, and he joined her. Her orgasm now milking him dry and leaving him breathless.

He reached up and pulled the quick-release knot on her gag so she could get her breath back. She then laid on his chest, his cock still inside of her and her arms still tied behind her back. He pulled the quick-release knot that bound her wrists, and she was fully set loose from her bondage.

He held her, completely sated. "Well, that was fun."

She smiled into his shoulder, "I have the best ideas."

As they drifted off to sleep, he had a deep contentment knowing she was finally able to put the past behind her and live with him, in love and in the moment.

He chuckled as she walked in with her empty glass of wine. He was already holding an opened new bottle, and he poured her a large glass when she reached him.

"Are we celebrating?"

She gave him a lopsided smile and held up her glass. "To my divorce!" She then took a large swig.

He groaned and pulled her to his body. He had worried that her, no longer being his brother's wife, would ruin his fun of playing with her. He was glad that wasn't the case. After all, he promised to marry her, and who else would be fine with him sleeping around?

He took her glass, took a long sip, and then placed it on the table. "Naughty. Should you be drinking when you are coming to my class?"

She giggled, "yes, I find you much more interesting when I'm drunk."

He leveled her with a false hard look. In all honesty, he loved it when she was drinking, she was much more uninhibited that way. Instead, he said, "and that's why you're failing my class. What am I going to do with you?" He mock scolded her.

Shrugging she said, "I don't know, professor. But my parents are large contributors to Capital City University, so you can't fail me."

He rolled his eyes, "do you really want to risk your grades on whether or not I'm willing to annoy a donor? I'm sure deep down, they wouldn't be surprised that their drunk-of-a-daughter, is disappointing them –again."

She shot him a sharp look and hissed, "this is supposed to be a game!"

He shook his head, smirking, "what? Did I hit too close to home?" He picked up her wine glass and handed it to her. "You know you want more."

She huffed out, took a long drink, and placed the glass back down. "You're such an asshole!"

"Yes, because you amuse me when you're offended. I think it's funny that I can say whatever I want, and you'll still spread your legs for me."

"Back to the game," she hissed. "Don't forget you're going to marry this 'disappointment'."

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed, "and that's why you like it when I play daddy. You find a way to please me every time. Your own father doesn't even want to look at you."

She shoved him down, and he half fell on the couch. He shifted himself into a better position, and he lay there waiting for what she'd do next. He enjoyed her temper tantrums. They showed she was no better than him, the second son who was caught in a cycle of suspended adolescence and fucking.

"You forget," she said. "My father doesn't control me anymore. I'm divorced from the man he wanted to align our household with from before I was born. I don't need you to play daddy anymore. That's why I wanted to play a new game."

Since she was standing close enough to him, he started running his hand up her leg as he sat on the couch. He said, "so, since you're failing and daddy can't save you from that fact…." He paused with his hand resting on her inner thigh. "I have an idea that will satisfy us both. You get a passing grade…." he ran his hand up and touched her bare pussy. He knew she didn't like wearing panties –he greatly approved. Flicking her clit he said, "and all you have to do, is me."

He kept caressing her clit, and she moaned and rubbed herself against his fingers. "You should have started with that at the beginning of the semester. I have no problem trading sex for a better grade. It's not like it would be the first time."

He slid a finger inside of her, curling the digit. "How much sex are you willing to have with me?"

"Enough to get top marks."

"That much? You're failing, after all. I'd have to work you over very hard for you to earn that good of a grade." He raked his eyes over her body. He really did love having sex with her.

She smirked, "whatever it takes, professor."

They married in a quiet ceremony two days later. They spent their lives well-matched but never really happy. Sex and the bottle were all she clung to for enjoyment, and even that left her feeling hollow.

The councilman opened his door to the polite exacting knock. Now, every time he heard the two short raps that meant it was a woman from the harem, his cock stiffened. He opened the door wide and gave a long low whistle. "Don't you look good enough to eat?" He then leaned forward and licked her breast. "Delicious."

She moved in, swaying her hips, as he closed the door to his room. She looked over her shoulder at him with a smoldering look and said, "Madam will be glad you approve."

He walked up behind her and pulled her back flush against his chest. He then pulled down the top of her dress and admired her breasts. "The women of the harem all have huge boobs, but yours are among the biggest I've ever seen. I'm a big fan." When he said 'big' he rocked his cock against her ass.

The councilman then grabbed her breasts, fisting them in his hands. "And see. This is how Zuko is smart. He didn't do away with the harem."

She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands and, at the same time, rubbing her butt against his cock. "That's sort of correct. The whole palace knows Katara enjoys sex with Zuko. They aren't quiet. She realizes that other women enjoy sex too. She kept the harem open, giving all the women a choice to stay or not. Or in a case like mine, giving those that choose to the chance to become part of the harem." Looking up over her shoulder at him, she said, "I hope I please you. They train us well, but I'm a virgin."

He groaned in delight, thrust his cock against her, and gripped her breasts even harder. He then licked up her neck, and when he got to her ear, he whispered, "so you're effectively saying Katara sent you to please me."

She reached her arms up and back and ran her fingers through his hair while he still gripped her breasts. "I'm saying… you get to pluck me."

He smirked. He was sure she was sent to make him want to stay in line and not cause trouble. He thought about how he had questioned Katara being on the council —this ripe virgin sent to him couldn't be a coincidence.

Instead, he said, "you aren't going to be squeamish, are you?"

She shook her head. "No, I have been told in great detail what to expect and well-trained on what to do. I'm yours to pluck, but I'm far from innocent."

"Good. I'm in the mood to fuck and not teach a woman how to please me. It's why I used the harem in the first place. I could get most women with the political power I have. Trust me, they find it alluring. I just don't have the patience for subpar sex anymore."

He pulled off the straps of her dress and stepped back, letting the whole thing float to the floor, leaving her naked and bare to him.

Walking around her, he eyed her from head to toe, appraising what they sent him to fuck. He smirked after circling her a couple of times. "Interesting."

"What?" She asked innocently, he loved the ignorant tone of her voice.

The councilman said, "I'm sure you're a bribe."

"Hunh?"

He stopped circling her, touched her thigh, and then spread the folds of her pussy with his right hand. As he slid one finger between her folds, he said, "you're just a woman. You don't think like men do. Lucky for me, you're in the right profession."

He loved the feeling of his finger sliding between her slick, damp folds. He flicked her clit, and she reacted strongly to the stimulation, "see, my innocent virgin, you're made for sex. You like me touching you, don't you?"

"Yessss," she moaned, arching her head back.

Sliding one finger, then two, into her, he felt his cock fully harden. "Oh, fuck are you tight! I thought that redhead I had a week ago was tight, but you…" he hissed out in pleasure and curled his fingers inside of her. "You have such a tight little channel here."

The councilman pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "And you taste so sweet, like a ripe sweet peach."

Eyeing her, he added, "you probably don't even know why you were sent to me."

She smiled and said, "sex. I know what I'm supposed to do here."

"You're so simple-minded, but that doesn't surprise me. They sent you to keep me in line and from making trouble for the Fire Lord and his wife." He leaned forward and sucked on her nipple, suckling her. When he was finished, he said, "I need to grumble more in council meetings if they send me a treat like you to keep me in line."

He walked over to his bed, lay there, and was pleased when she came to him without him even having to say anything. She crawled on the bed and brought her mouth to his cock. She licked and kissed it, making it twitch in pleasure.

"What they don't realize," he said as he grabbed her hair and made her take his cock deep in her mouth, "is that I was just curious about our new Fire Lady being on the throne. I knew I wasn't the only one, and I wanted to show those other pussies on the council I wasn't afraid to speak up and ask the hard questions."

She smirked around his cock as she worked him hard. She quickly had him cursing out in pleasure and thrusting into her mouth, trembling for relief. She knew she got him to cum quickly down her throat.

He rested after that for just long enough for his cock to harden again. When he thrust into her, he watched himself impale her and slowly slid his cock out a bit and then back in, smiling. "I like your blood on my cock, you weren't lying." He took her hard, not caring to be careful with her. She was his fuck toy, and she had the tightest cunt he had ever experienced. Her being a virgin didn't matter to him in any other way than what pleasure he got out of it.

When he came in her, pulsing out wildly, his vision went black with the strength of it. He collapsed on her and smacked her hip. "Tell the Madam to set you aside for me until I stretch out this pussy. I want that tight cunt of yours again tomorrow. Well, I'm going to have it again tonight, but I want you sent to me again."

She nodded, knowing she could promise him that she would be at his disposal for as long as he wished. "I will tell her what you order, sir."

In the early hours of the morning, she was talking to the Madam. She was quickly marked aside for him, and she had given her whole report on what he had said. The most important piece of information to them was that he used the titles for Zuko and Katara. No matter how he fussed, he gave them the respect of their positions when he spoke.

Madam laughed over how he thought he was so smart explaining everything to the "dumb" woman. A woman who would be keeping close tabs on him and his feelings about the council meetings.