Chapter 3: A Wedding in the Air
A/N: This Chapter kept getting longer and longer, but I'm happy with everything there's in it. Enjoy the smut, though it is intentionally a-ok.
It was only a matter of time before they captured Ukano and more of his followers. Mai insisted on being involved, but with that she had to work closely with Azula again. It gave Azula a chance to apologize to her friend.
"You were right in what you said at the Boiling Rock," Azula would say trying to initiate a conversation between them. Though Mai wasn't easily forgiving.
It stung and Azula didn't understand at first; she had to learn that just because she changed, doesn't mean people should give her another chance just like that. Only by delicately supporting Mai through the grievances of her father now being imprisoned is that Azula managed to salvage their friendship.
"I tried to hurt the person you loved the most, beyond anything else, to hurt you, personally. You still saved him from his own crazy sister," the princess tried humor a few times to lighten the heaviness of her past actions.
"And I still didn't win him over," was Mai's resolve when she was ready to rebuild their friendship.
Ty Lee saw them working together and decided to join them. She observed her ex-friend's efforts, even if mandated, she knew it was coming from the heart. Ty Lee was more easily forgiving towards Azula. And yet, the convicted princess didn't understand that either. After basically holding their 'friendship' over with threats, the chi blocker was still willing to build a real friendship with her.
"Your aura has never been pinker!" Would be Ty Lee's infuriating response.
Without her realizing it at the moment, Azula completed the mission with the help of old and new friends. But even with the founder taken away, sympathizers of the New Ozai Society remained here and there. Even within the White Lotus, ideas of chaos floated around...
Slowly, her custodians allowed her to do other missions outside of the Fire Nation. The more reparations she did, the more they took Azula everywhere in the four bending nations. Even to the South Pole, where regular provisions and developers were sent so that they can build a better, bigger village that can support their economy. And with that, hopefully, grow their general and waterbender population.
Katara couldn't understand why they couldn't just send Sokka every time, he's smart, and on top of that, he's Water Tribe, he understands the perils the village has being through. As Chieftain in training, she was stuck teaching the princess and officials her culture and other nuances, so that they can better serve the needs of her people.
"I have to catch up, Zuko had a chance to see the world and change his views. I have to do the same, there's still so much I have to learn," was Azula's answer anytime Katara wouldn't understand her drive. Katara noticed how naturally curious Azula is and how fast she picked up on Water Tribe's traditions.
"I had this parka made for you," one time the waterbender alpha presented. She had to admit to herself that the firebender omega wore Water Tribe colors well.
By the final stages of her sentence, the custodians allowed Azula to choose what she wanted to do next. Seeing the ever-growing success of the Southern Water Tribe, she decided to take on a bigger challenge. The last airbender had formed a group of Air Acolytes and, what if they all helped and tried to revitalize the Air Nomad Temples for Acolytes to live in and recover the lost culture? It won't bring back airbenders but it'll help for a culture to not die. Plus, she felt personally responsible for the wipe out of its people even if she didn't directly participate in such atrocities; it was her lineage that committed them.
Aang couldn't be more delighted at her initiative. Hearing from his ex-lover about how fast she learned other cultures and respected them, was the cherry on top for him to admire her more. "Since when working with Azula stopped being so... complicated?"
Many manuscripts were being sent to Ba Sing Se University for studying. So many airbending techniques, traditions, and philosophy were rediscovered in those; as well as unprecedented scientific knowledge that were almost lost to the times. The architecture was tried to being salvaged by engineers from all over the world. Artifacts and other relics were being restored by some Air Acolytes that were living in a small island off the area previously known as 'Cranefish Town.'
Aang was especially touched by Azula organizing proper burials of the cadavers they found along the way. It allowed him to properly say his farewells to his mentor and father figure, Monk Gyatso. The princess was not expecting to witness such an emotionally vulnerable moment for the Avatar, and she appreciated that he let her in. It was the alpha's turn now to cling to the omega in a warm embrace, for a bittersweet combination of seeking support and being grateful of having this opportunity to find closure.
"Thank you," he whispered between sobs into her ear. Unsure, she returned the embrace.
"It shouldn't have been like this," she held him tighter. "This is just the most that can be done with what is left." She let herself lean into the warmth of the embrace while tears of her own ran down. Unaware, she released a soothing aroma.
The airbending alpha soaked into the roses field.
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And so on and so forth until Azula completed her reparations sentence, she was free now. Even with the total time that has passed, the Avatar is only 18 now, and he has already accomplished so much. Since the path Azula chose for herself was to stay politically involved, that meant still working closely with Aang and company; she became a member of Team Avatar. But she's excited the most to keep working with the strong alpha— "Avatar, he is THE AVATAR! Who happens to be a sensitive, calm and collected alpha — " Azula didn't realized this as time went on, but she would think more than highly of the Avatar.
Speaking of secondary sexes, her hormonal suppressants work perfectly. With the extra daily pill, Azula almost forgets about her heat cycles and doesn't have to worry about planning around them. The medication actually allows Azula to experience a normal level of hormones, like that of any other omega taking regular suppressants. She has practically forgotten how brutal her heat cycles actually are au naturel.
And speaking of more effective suppressants, Aang, occasionally, was still able to identify that distinct smell when is that time around her cycle. He remembers the dread her scent was filled with the fateful day she presented and, can't help it but to be curious how it'd be the other way around. How it'd be like to experience her undampened scent, alluring. He found himself fantasizing about which scenarios would lead to such intimate affairs with her.
"Aaand... now I'm thinking about Azula like that!" Like her gently guiding him to a bed, letting her robe fall to the floor — He remembers what the doctor suggested initially that day, would he had done it? Gladly.
"How did I get to this point?" He actually knows how; all those times he stubbornly committed her scent to memory. "Just keep your cool, keep it professional, you're the Avatar..."
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Now, after a long 5 years since the end of the war, there's a wedding in the air.
Sokka and Zuko felt like the world had found enough peace for them to finally tie the knot. They had bite-claimed each other a long while ago, but the ceremony was something the pair longed for. At any other moment, their union would have been perceived as a political move. And while per tradition, any Fire Lord's wedding would've been arranged for politics, Zuko wasn't marrying a random member of the Fire Nation's nobility. He was marrying the son of the Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe, and even though there's no nobility in the South Pole, the position carries enough recognition for the world to notice.
It was hard to remove the political aspect of this whole affair, that's why they decided to get married at the young Republic City; a place where all four nations can unite. Plus, Uncle Iroh is not getting younger and not up for long travels. The old alpha has been living his dream of running his tea shop in Ba Sing Se.
Azula knew she was going to be in her heat for the occasion and her prescription was almost over. She made sure to get the next dose refilled for the trip... except that she forgot to actually pack it, of course. Only on the morning of the wedding day she noticed her mistake. After cursing herself and blaming it on the scatter brain that CNED gives her, she went to the local apothecary to at least get a ridiculous amount of suppressant bars or teas. They won't help her as her prescription ones, but it is better than nothing.
"Hello, do you sell heat suppressants?" Azula greeted the old herbalist.
The lady sighted loudly before giving her reply, "yes, I sell them as teas." She put many different tea bags on the table. "My grandchild even bothers to add different flavors to them."
"Can I have one of each?" There were at least 10 flavors.
"Of course, that'll be 50 silver pieces." As Azula took out her money bag, the old lady made small talk. "This is a lot of suppressants, are you looking into moving to the city?"
"No, I'm just visiting for a few days—here," Azula handed her the total amount.
"Then why so much? Are you going to party like an animal?"
"I-well, I have— erm, a condition that makes my heats very harsh," Azula answered a little stunned. She wasn't sure if she should have answered such intruding question.
"Back in my day, when omegas would present for the first time, we would get mated not too long after. There wasn't any suppressant this or that, only sluts used their heats as an excuse for being indecent. There are even suppressants for ruts now, for spirit's sake!"
Azula was momentarily wide-eyed, but quickly frowned her brows. "And today we now have OPTIONS thanks to suppressants, yet some backward people out there still blame omegas for simply existing in heat as an excuse for anything bad that happens to them. Oh, but an alpha on rut can do no wrong!" She grabbed the tea bags and stomped her way out.
It shouldn't have to be like that. She shouldn't have to defend her biology to others, but there she was. Maybe it was the Fire Nation's culture she was raised in, or maybe she was privileged enough to not have experienced this before, but she was taken aback. It was the first time someone implied she was a whore because of her severe heats, and from another omega, nonetheless. It left her with a bad taste. This lady didn't know her medical history, she didn't even know who she was talking to. Maybe she would have judged her harder if she recognized her, the war criminal princess of the Fire Nation. Azula wasn't going to give her the power to bring her down and tried her best to brush off the interaction. She prepared about half of the tea bags she got in one cup and drank the now terrible tasting concoction. During the ceremony she felt good enough to think that she'd do well in the reception later.
For their wedding, the pair wore the other's traditional formal wear. Zuko with blues and whites, hair in a half bun, the sides with decorative long leather wraps. A bone choker was the final touch. And Sokka with reds and blacks, the wolf tail ever present, this time held with a golden band. Neither wore any regalia that carried political status, still hellbent in trying to remove such connotations and old useless traditions. Sokka insisted though, in to be walked down the aisle, not given away, by his father Hakoda. And to also have Zuko be walked down the aisle by Uncle Iroh. Aang and Katara where at the altar beforehand as something they called 'the best man' and 'maid of honor;' must be an Earth Kingdom thing. All in all, it was a beautiful celebration of pure, unfiltered love.
The reception kicks off with the newlyweds' first dance. Despite that there's such a thing as parties in the Fire Nation, even the crown siblings were forbidden to dance. Now that they are older and well-traveled, they know what it is, but haven't had much time to do a lot of it. Sokka's steps came a little more naturally for him, while Zuko had to practice for this. It was coming along perfectly. The musicians first played a slow song for them, then picked up their pace with more energetic rhythms. More and more people joined them in the dancing.
Aang thought, with their lives and the little moments they have for celebrations and such, that this could be a great opportunity to shoot his shot. He only needed to find Azula within the large number of guests. He wasn't having much luck, but he could swear that her unmistakable scent was in the air, undampened, at ease. He found her, Azula was with Ty Lee. The duo were wearing formal Ember Island fashion; he knew this from the ceremony, what was different now? He noticed Azula's dress had a moderate side slit, and spirits, he was tracing his gaze up her exposed leg.
After finally gathering his wits, Aang went to talk to the radiant omega. Just a few steps away from her and, Katara, the competition, got ahead of his target.
"May I have this dance?" the tribeswoman extended her hand to Azula.
"Oh-I— I don't know... I haven't ever..." the other lowered her voice with each word.
"Come on! Just take my hand." Katara offered with a coquettish smile.
The princess does, bewildered at the attention. Katara quickly set the pace and Azula tried to follow. The waterbender tried some firebending moves she's observed over the years to make it more familiar for Azula. The firebender realized Katara was using the lightness on her feet all those years of bending training gave her and tried it herself, and it helped her loosen up some more.
"Look over there!" Sokka pointed to Zuko where both their sisters were dancing.
"Is that sugar queen and purple platypus bear hitting some moves?!" Toph exclaimed from a table nearby the dancing couple.
"Who knows? Maybe in some years there's another Fire Nation-Water Tribe wedding." Said Suki trying to annoy Zuko. It worked, the comment got under the Fire Lord's skin and he gave her a mean look back.
"Oh, come on! Don't be like that," Sokka gently nudged his new husband. "You know you can't keep her from every alpha forever, right?"
"Or betas, like Chan already tried." Now Mai was joining in the game of trying to irritate the Fire Lord.
"Ok ladies, I know you might have your hangups about us being together but can y'all just enjoy OUR wedding in peace?!" shouted Zuko using annoyed growls to emphasize certain words. Toph gave them both a fist bump.
Katara was now trying more complex and bold moves and Azula can't resist a good challenge. The firebender could feel her sweat forming but was having so much fun. Little by little, the guest's attention was on them. That didn't sit well with Aang, it was supposed to be his chance. Maybe it wasn't a lost cause.
"Hey Azula, look!" Aang got low on the floor and started running with his hands behind him following.
"What is that?" Azula laughed.
"Is the Phoenix Flight! A hundred years ago these were some killer dance moves."
"All right, grandpa, is that Phoenix bird's mating dance?" Azula mocked.
"Are you going to show her your airbending beads trick next?" Katara joined in the roasting for a waterbender.
"I was hoping you could dance with me next?" Aang asked sheepishly.
Azula looked at Katara and gave her a conniving expression. She extended her hand to Aang, only to spin at the last moment towards Katara. The tribeswoman then caught her by the small of her back drawing her close and into a dip. Katara punctuated it with a seductive gaze. Was dancing supposed to feel so... hot as well?
Aang went to sit on Toph's table in defeat. "I saw that, twinkle toes!"
"Shut up..." was all he could manage within the barrage of jibes coming his way.
"You're a very passionate dancer," said Katara while getting Azula upright again, keeping her close to her body all along. The omega perceived how deliberate the alpha's actions were; it did send a shiver down her spine.
"Um-thanks," replied Azula between heavy breaths, top half ponytail now droopy and some straggler hairs clinging to her sweaty face. "I think I need a break now."
Azula pretty much bolted back to Ty Lee who was now at the bar. The contortionist was trying to get rid of some guys herself and the arrival of her friend didn't help her case. It was a good mix of alphas and betas, yet somehow only the alphas were the ones who kept offering Azula drink after drink or food; clearly all trying to flirt with her.
Now she started to worry, "is it that obvious? Can people tell I'm on my heat?" Azula tried to brush off her worries and enjoy herself for the evening, but it was too late, the seed was planted. Her own anxiety and condition, little by little, allowed some of the more intense symptoms to creep in. The one thing she couldn't stand was her own heightened sense of smell, it made her all too well aware of the exact amount of alphas in the room. One alpha whose presence didn't bother her was the Avatar. Not even Katara, she had ended their dance in a suggestive note. But she had humiliated Aang so hard earlier, how can she now expect him to please, keep other alphas away?
Ty Lee, invertedly to her friend's internal struggles, dragged her towards the one alpha that would hate all others no matter what, her brother. Azula was relieved when she noticed where they were headed, they sat at the table right next to Zuko and Sokka's. Uncle Iroh, from the table on the other side of them, explained a Ba Sing Se tradition in Aang's ear, as the best man he should call for a toast.
"Ahem, uh... attention everyone!" the airbender started nervously. Uncle Iroh motioned for him to cling the chopsticks on the glass. Aang did and suddenly it was all eyes on him.
"Erm, hello everyone, I want to do a toast to the lovebirds and two of my closest best friends, Sokka and Zuko." Aang addressed everyone while raising his glass of currently unknown liquor. The guests did so as well and some cheered.
"If you asked me when in route searching for a waterbending master, if these two would end up together, I'd tell you 'absolutely not,' but here we are." There was some mild laughter in the audience. Aang continued, "Looking back, I think Sokka slowed us down a bit in our journey to allow for Zuko to catch up to him." Sokka hid his face in the crook of his husband's neck, Zuko actually giggled at this.
"But if there are two people that absolutely should be together and deserve all the happiness in the world is them." Aang was now more directly talking to the couple. "Together they went through hell and back—closest to that was The Boiling Rock," whoever was familiar with that reference laughed.
"From the very beginning, Sokka always saw a different side of the banished prince, was the first one to give him the benefit of the doubt, and eventually brought out the best in Zuko. Cheers!" Aang drank from his glass.
"Cheers!" Everyone repeated disorderly and drank as well.
Katara stood up next with her glass after being introduced to the tradition as well by Uncle Iroh. "Hello everyone! I guess the Maid of Honor gets to do a toast too." Katara started. The guest now turned their attention to her. They got the gist and got another round of glasses ready.
"I have to agree with the Avatar here, if you asked me if my brother was going to end up with the, then enemy, I'd be like 'over my dead body'." The alpha accentuated with a glare towards Zuko. Everyone took it for the joke it was, including the scarred firebender.
"And when I realized I couldn't stop this, I did threaten Zuko to not ever hurt my brother, but it is all water under the bridge now, right Zuko? I mean unless you really do hurt him." she did the Water Tribe 'I am watching you' gesture. Not everyone understood that one and were a little worried for the Fire Lord and possibly the peace of the four nations.
"But in all seriousness, Zuko, I am so happy for you and my brother. You two ended up being perfect for each other and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Congratulations on your marriage! May your love continue to grow stronger every day. Cheers!" Katara drank her glass. The guests made a somewhat collective 'aw' and raised their glasses again.
"Cheers!" They all exclaimed a little more unanimously this time and drank another glassful.
Hakoda joined in the toasts, then Uncle Iroh, but at this point, it was less public and more in particular towards the newlyweds. The guests slowly returned to eating or dancing. The party still had much life left to it. Aang wished he could rest being the Avatar for an occasion like this. People kept interrupting his eating or getting in the way of his dancing, even more boring, talk about politics at a wedding, nonetheless. He wanted one thing, or rather some one, and again, Azula was nowhere to be found. No really, where did she go?
Azula was gone from the party, unable to bear her anxiety more than anything, any longer. She had decided to go back to the rooms area of the inn to try and pass the heat. She stopped by the service desk with a request for the attendant.
"Can I get some water for the bathing basin in my room, please?"
"Ah yes, we have some water in the chimney for baths." replied the young worker.
"Erm, cold please, cold water—I mean it doesn't matter, it can be room temperature, but I'd prefer that the water is not hot." The attendant looked at her weirdly, who takes a cold bath?
"I think I'm going to come down with a fever, that's why..." Azula was self-conscious about explaining her real reasons based on the previous experience at the apothecary.
The beta male was still puzzled but sent someone with cold water anyway. The room keepers even brought some ice for her cold bath.
The extra coldness was working for a while, it actually felt surprisingly refreshing on her skin. But the more she lingered, the more her own ever rising body temperature made the water hotter and hotter, and eventually, it melted the ice. The now luke-bordering-in-warm bath was not helping at all. She got out of it before it turned into an actual hot bath, pondering her next move to help relieve her heat.
She thought back to her first heat, back then—and now —she didn't have anyone she could trust enough to spend her heat with. Well, if she could pick someone, that'll be the Avatar himself. The way he handled that situation those couple of years ago left more than an impression on her, if she allowed herself to admit. But what is she thinking about? This has to be her heat talking. And like, as if he would agree to it, just like that... after mocking him on the dance floor. Azula wished that she'd bite her sharp tongue from time to time.
She wasn't at the level as her first heat, thank the spirits, but maybe she could go to the local infirmary to get sedated. Earlier when she was out and about in the city, she didn't make note of where there was one, only that stupid apothecary. Azula supposed she could ask around like before, but what if she asks the wrong alpha in her current state? She can always defend herself, maybe scorch their dicks off, but that'll most likely land her in prison... again.
Even if she somehow made it safely to the infirmary, will the doctors there judge her like the old lady did in the apothecary? Was this city starting out with more backward thinking? She admitted to herself she didn't have the capacity to deal with any of that on her own like she is now. But the more she just stands there, the more her body begs and begs for a knot. Maybe she could just... deal with it herself?
Azula hadn't bothered to tie the bathrobe after drying herself. She let a hand snake its way between her legs. She started by stroking her clitoris, getting all those much-needed delightful sensations. Her rhythm gradually went from slow to fast and erratic. While stumbling in her footing, she found the bed and threw herself right in the middle of it; her fingers never leaving her bud. Now she could really concentrate on her ministrations and the jolts of pleasure running through her body. She thought she should probably get that towel from the washroom for all the slick she was already producing, but she was too absorbed in what she was doing to move.
She knew that clitoris play alone was not ever going to be enough, her being in heat without her prescribed suppressant. It usually was enough when not in heat and regularly taking her pill, though. She wasn't sure if now inserting fingers was going to do it for her. Azula started with one, then two, and lastly three fingers, which was usually the limit she was comfortable with. She wasted no time curling them upwards towards that spot she had discovered before. She was going fast but consistently, using power of not just moving her fingers, but her whole arm. She moved her arm up and outward, then right back down and inward over and over again, while her fingers only had to do an undulating movement. Slick making lewd noises and she making even more obscene moans.
But it didn't matter how quickly she worked those fingers or where she was able to reach, it wasn't enough. She didn't feel full enough, wasn't being filled enough, no orgasm was going to come. She had orgasmed before by herself and on her escapades when inadvertently reuniting with Chan. Maybe she just needed to remember those times to help her climax. Her imagination eventually took her somewhere else though.
She envisioned a blue-arrows-tattooed-someone being the one exploring her body, then pinning her down to better lap with his tongue at her most intimate parts. Then, when that someone teased her enough, he went to her face and kissed her passionately while guiding his penis to her entrance. She pictured him carefully penetrating her, letting her adjust to his girth. Then she supposed that after a while she'd feel his knot, but she couldn't quite fabricate what that'd feel like.
Azula hasn't being knotted before; Chan doesn't have the right biology to do that. Yet, her body knew that her hand could never be a knot. She could almost cry at all the sensations she was feeling at the same time and yet none of them were going to lead to at least an orgasm. She didn't have time to register her earlier fantasies of a certain alpha with all the frustration at not being able to get her glorious culmination.
There was a knock on her door. She immediately knew who it was. Azula had never paid attention to scents before but being in that party earlier wary of every alpha, unintentionally led her to distinguish the one that made her omega self feel safer, at ease. It was like the spirits answered a prayer she hadn't conjured yet.
Aang had noticed her absence, and his instincts were telling him to go check on her. After having no luck in the party, he went to the service desk to ask if anyone had left the party early. The young attendant recounted the weird request from a young woman. The alpha now had a suspicion about what might be going on. He went through the corridors somewhat hurriedly and knocked on Azula's room.
"Is something burning inside?" He thought.
The door opened; roses' perfume carried by a campfire. It was her; it was Azula who was burning. What Aang thought was smoke was actually her scent in all its glory, enticing. A semi-naked and very needy Azula took him into the room and guided him to the bed; just like in some of his fantasies.
"Azula, you're not ok." Aang didn't need to ask.
"Alpha, please, knot me." Azula ignored his statement and went straight to the point.
If the circumstances were different, Aang wouldn't even question it, he'd say yes. But this wasn't the way it went before in his head. In all his scenarios, Azula was still in control, she wanted him. He never thought that it would become a reality this way, because of her heat. Because Azula needs it, rather than simply wanting it.
"I'll gladly help you—but not in that way." Aang quickly clarified. Azula made a disapproving whine. The alpha was thinking more like an Avatar, trying to come up with a solution.
"I could take you to the local infirmary, maybe they have stronger suppressants there, and if it comes to it, they can sedate you…" Aang concocted the perfect answer to her problem.
"No, I just need your knot, please alpha—" a hankering sound escaped from the omega.
"I don't think you're really grasping what you're asking me. Heck, I don't think you know who I am right now! You keep calling me alpha-alpha-alpha." That sounded harsher than what Aang intended.
"Of course I know who you are, you're the Avatar." Azula stated as if it weren't obvious.
Aang raised one of his eyebrows. "Well sorry, the Avatar services don't include sexual favors. If I have to carry you all the way there, then so be it." Aang pretended he was calm as he tried to grab her.
"Wait, wait, I'm sorry, Aang," the omega emphasized his name. "That wasn't what I meant, I just—" she brought her palm to her forehead trying to find what to say to not ruin the situation more than it is. The aforementioned just continued to try to get her out.
"I went through that scenario and concluded that I'm not going to get there safely." She continued.
"Well, you have me now, I can escort you there safely." He responded.
"You don't understand, is not just the way to the infirmary, is the doctors, the people, they don't know me, they don't understand me, they'll judge me."
"What are you going on about?" Aang stopped trying to grab her. What she was saying was too specific, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt rather than assume she was trying to give excuses.
"This morning I went to an apothecary nearby; the lady there judged me for the amount of suppressants I was buying for someone that is just visiting." Aang listened to her response pensively, but not quite comprehending her way of thinking.
"It convinced me that that's the way people think in here. The doctors of this area might judge me all the same. They are not the same doctors that have seen me these years, they might not know of my condition, and I don't feel comfortable having to explain my medical history to strangers."
Aang brought a finger to his chin. "So, maybe if we get on Appa, I can take you to the Fire Nation?"
"Thought of that too, and trust me, I don't have that kind of time. Last time we were still within the Fire Nation, but now, we're all the way out in the Earth Kingdom. We are either going to end up fucking on Appa's saddle or we can do it here, in an inn's comfy bed."
"You... you really thought out... every scenario…" the Avatar didn't know what else to say.
"So, Aang," she again emphasized his name, "is it ok for you... to give me your knot?" Azula grabbed him by his shoulders, guiding him back towards the bed. She cautiously let her hands roam going from his arms to feeling his chest muscles.
"If there's no other way…" outside, he looked like a reluctant alpha; inside, he was screaming in excitement.
Azula then slid her hands down along with his robes, which pooled around his sash. Seeing they're not on the floor yet, she proceeded to untie the said sash and let it fall. Aang was still struggling a bit connecting reality vs his countless fantasies. To make it a little more familiar, he awkwardly leaned in to kiss her on the lips. It caught Azula off guard, but considering what they were about to do, she supposed it was all part of it; she reciprocated the kiss. At least it wasn't a romantic kiss; when Aang wanted to explore her mouth with his tongue, it seemed that's when Azula wanted to grip his lips with hers, when Azula wanted an open mouth kiss, that's when Aang just wanted to press their lips together.
Since the kiss was a hopeless uncoordinated mess, in the meantime, Azula decided to let her robe fall to the floor. Aang paused for a moment to admire the beauty in front of him; somehow, he hadn't realized that was the only thing she was wearing. The alpha couldn't hide his eagerness anymore. He grabbed her by the hips and carefully let her fall on the bed. He then wasted no time climbing on the bed on top of her and resumed the kissing. The omega chuckled at how they still can't get it right, but it somehow added to the exquisiteness of it.
Aang finally had them synchronize their kissing by having one hand in the back of her neck, acting as a guide of what to do and where to move. His other hand was busy playing with one of her moderately sized breasts; it was an unexpected but welcomed surprise. He couldn't help it but to compare them with his ex, for an alpha, Katara had a bigger bosom. Azula though, had curvier hips, meatier wetter lower lips; by now, he was fingering her. The alpha didn't need to prep her, slick was already present, three knuckle heavy fingers in from the get-go and the pad of his thumb rubbing her clitoris. It made the omega moan in delight, but it was the same as before; Azula was starting to wonder when he was going to fuck her.
"I also tried masturbating; it made it all worse as you saw when you first came to my room." She said, interrupting all he was doing.
Aang took a longer pause processing what she meant. "Did I interrupted you... playing with yourself?" He smirked at the idea of almost being able to watch that show.
She turned her face to the side with an embarrassed laugh, trying to unsuccessfully hide the blush that washed over her. He gently placed his other hand on her cheek and turned her to face him again. They both shared a coy look for a moment. Even here, now, with her pheromones probably running wild all over the room, having felt exactly how far in her heat she is; this alpha still hasn't ravished her like an animal. It only added to his charm.
But her body still only wanted one thing, and she was going to get it. Azula slowly changed her expression to a scheming one and took her chance to try and take his pants off. But she was having a hard time, maybe because of the angle or—Aang made a soft groan and got up to stand on his knees. His pants were getting stuck at his erection. With the clearer view, Azula's gaze was also stuck in there, incredulous of the size of that tent. It was the alpha's turn to be crafty, he lowered his pants mid-thighs and let his cock bob in the air free.
"Careful what you wish for," thought Azula as her jaw dropped about midway.
"Do you want to suck on it for a bit?" Aang suggested with his alpha ego boosted.
Azula wasn't sure she'll be able to fit it in her mouth, heck, will it fit down there? That thought made her snap out of it and slit her eyes, "I just want it in already," she didn't intend to sound so desperate.
Aang deduced that he shouldn't make her wait any longer—just one more thing; he needed to finish removing his pants fully or else it was going to be hard to maneuver. He lined himself between her thighs and leaned in once again. This time one hand planted in the mattress to the side of her head, the other guiding his member towards her entrance. Azula involuntarily scooted herself away in anticipation. The action made the alpha pause in his tracks.
"Is it your first time?" he whispered in her ear.
Azula shook her head no but thought out her answer better. "Well, it is with an alpha," she clarified.
"Same, first time with an omega."
Somehow that revelation helped her relax and she opened her legs a little more for him. The alpha read her cue and inserted just the head of his dick inside her. Both unsuccessfully tried to restrain the sounds that wanted to come out of them. Aang managed to push through gradually all the way to the hilt. He stayed there unmoving for a moment asking a wordless question. Azula realized how it wasn't that much different than being with a beta, other than maybe a level fuller; but that's because there's no knot at the base yet. Aang, once again, scanned his omega's expressions— "mine—" and understood that it was ok to move.
He even more painstakingly slowly took it out to the tip and pushed it back in with momentum. Azula whimpered at the sudden movement and immediately needed more of those. Aang did a few more like that until he thrust by thrust built up a faster pace. The omega wasn't so self-conscious anymore of all the panting. She even encouraged him to go rougher on her by grabbing him by the hips trying to move him how it felt better in her. At this point, he was so in sync with her needs that he didn't have to be told but wanted to hear it anyway.
"Tell me how you want it," he managed to rasp out.
"Mhm... deeper... harder," was her strained response.
The Avatar, master of all 4 elements and capable of ending a 100 yearlong war, was definitely at his speed limit. He wasn't sure how he was going to put more power into it, but decided to get upright, legs bent, hips on top of his feet, to catch his breath while absentmindedly still thrusting. Azula let out the loudest gasp.
"Mmm, like that!" She had to cling herself to the bed sheets.
Aang had unknowingly aligned himself in a way that reached her sensitive spot inside her vagina. The alpha resumed his movements with undulations of his pelvis, but her's moved along where his's went. He had to hold her hips down so that they stayed still, and he could better produce those moans again and again. Azula could feel his knot forming every time he went fully inside her. Her eyes were going backwards in anticipation, hot liquid pooling in her stomach threatening to explode, and—
He released his knot into her.
She wasn't even mad that she didn't orgasm. Ecstasy was running through her spine just by being plugged sealed. A soothing sensation even. She could feel his cum rushing to her womb and it was both intoxicating and gross, she loved it.
Aang collapsed on top of her, avoiding putting all his weight on her by landing his forearms over her head in the mattress. He gave his legs a much-needed stretch, one of them had gone numb right before his orgasm. His jaw was way too close to Azula's neck for her liking. Biting her was the last thing in the alpha's mind, but she couldn't tell. From her perspective, she was powerless being trapped underneath him. Azula wrapped a leg around him trying to get them to roll over, he caught on and placed a hand by the small of her back aiding her without disturbing their connection. She's now rested on top of his body and Aang getting so much needed comfort.
They have a while before they can separate. At first, they looked at each other in bliss, until she decided it was too weird and hid her face in the crook of his neck. In there she could really identify his scent for what it is: mornings on a forested mountain, or close to the spirit world, safe. "If this is good, how it'd feel to be bitten?"
"You know, some parts were not like how I imagined them, but it was awesome anyway." Aang broke the silence after a little while.
"Huh?" Azula lifted her head to face him.
"Well, yeah, I've been thinking about your scent for a while and I…" the more he revealed, the more he regretted starting this conversation. "And I… eventually started fantasizing about you."
She raised an eyebrow, "really? Since when?"
"Uh-I guess... remember before you presented, I commented on your scent? Well, ever since then I've been able to distinguish your smell from others, and yeah…"
"So, you've been a little creep since that long ago." The Fire princess concluded.
"No!" He groaned, "well, if you put it like that…"
She rolled her eyes and tugged at the knot to see if she could get out yet. Aang hissed in slight pain. "Hold on, hold on, not yet."
"How long does it take for your knot to deflate?"
"Twenty, thirty, maybe forty minutes?" He elongated the question enunciation.
"You don't know?" How could he not know? He's the alpha!
"No, I don't. The only other time I have knotted someone it didn't go well, felt like an eternity." Aang thought back to when he accidentally knotted Katara, an alpha.
She wanted to ask about that time, she wanted to ask who that was, but supposed it was too much in his business. It didn't sound like a pleasant experience; she can tell by his expression. "Well, for the longest time, you've been the only alpha I've felt I don't have to be wary about."
"Really? Since when?" He was happy to turn around the conversation towards her.
"Hmm, maybe since I presented?" She realized her hypocrisy. "But I really hadn't thought about it until my heat got worse at the party." The omega rested her head in one of her hands, lost in thought. The elbow of said hand thoughtlessly on top of his clavicle. "I wanted to go to you but didn't feel like I had any right to ask of you such thing out of the blue—especially after how I treated you."
"You mean in the dancefloor?" Aang laughed, but that made him jerk his body and he really felt that elbow. Azula nodded and moved her elbow onto his strong chest. "No hard feelings... except maybe—" he finished his sentence by looking down at their junction point.
Azula could barely keep a straight face and bursted out laughing. "But, you know, if I keep looking back, I also masturbated thinking about you." She admitted with a blush.
"You're not helping to get me soft." he deadpanned.
"Well, if it's going to take a long time, might as well stay here."
In reality, it didn't take much longer for them to be able to dislodge. They tried their best cleaning up the bed sheets. Azula hopped on the cold again bath and Aang wiped himself with a towel. Technically he could go back to his room, but he took her word for it and stayed. The omega secretly hoped that, if a second wave hit her, she'd have him close. They stayed talking about everything and nothing at the same time, until sleep found them. In his sleep, Aang pawed at her belly; alpha instinct of protecting one's—potential—pack.
A/N: Next Chapter: Consummating Fire, meaning more smut. Though no idea when is going to come out.