The monster was touched with tenderness for the first time; Azula was visibly terrified, and her pale body shook and trembled. She was not a warlord anymore; she was nothing but a girl. Mai curled her fingers in the Fire Lord's mess of hair and slowly rocked Azula into a stupor. The firebender's hot hands were unsteady as they made their way onto her hips, where they settled uncertainly.
Azula struggled to make eye contact with the woman she thought she destroyed. Yet Mai's dark gaze never wavered, it burrowed into her. Perhaps Mai was utterly broken already, but it didn't seem like the eager, loving wife riding her cock was an empty puppet. This was a flesh-and-blood woman. Mai's gaze was simmering with a renewed life Azula didn't, perhaps couldn't, understand. It felt unreal, like another dream, and yet this was reality: Mai was in her arms willingly, her chest was brushing against Azula's, her fingers were curling into Azula's locks, and her cunt was dripping onto Azula's dick. The Fire Lord's body seemed like a throne made just for Mai at that moment.
She was no longer dealing with the lost, disassociated mind of one lost in hatred and grief - these moans were not dragged out of Mai by force, but instead given willingly. It was not "no" or "I hate you" or "please, please I beg you to stop" whispered against her ear, it was, instead, something far worse.
"A-Azula, please! Give it to me." The desperate plea was emphasized by the sudden, delicious constriction of Mai's slick, tight insides. Her pussy glided up and down Azula's shaft, the pale expanse of her stomach fluttering as her muscles flexed, her bouncing, heavy breasts, and womanly hips an intoxicating sight Azula couldn't tear her thoughts and gaze away from. Her kisses were nectar, her fingertips silken as they trailed up and down Azula's abs and breasts. Mai's thin lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk as the Fire Lord gasped, and nearly came then and there.
Those inner muscles - the Fire Lord's eyes squeezed shut as she fought back her orgasm, letting out an anguished groan, fingernails scraping at Mai's skin. This cunt - was it always so exquisite, so divine? No, of course not. It always felt amazing, but this was on another level. Azula wanted to slam inside this perfect heat forever. At any moment, she was sure Mai would burst into hysterics, that her mind would crack apart and she'd suddenly slash Azula's throat with some hidden blade or hurl insults the way she used to. But the union pressed onward, despite her fears.
"T-Touch me, Azula, you can do whatever you want to me," Mai's silken voice came trembling out.
Even as her mouth watered, even as her cock twitched, her body tense with the need for release, Azula's keen mind raced. Mai begging, demanding Azula touch her? She couldn't make sense of it. And why did the womanhood of the wife she'd broken into a hundred times feel so different suddenly? The face staring into hers was terrifying, unfamiliar, except that wasn't quite honest. She'd seen this face before, before the betrayal, she'd just forgotten what it looked like. An obedient Mai, she didn't realize how badly she'd craved it. If Mai never betrayed her, Ty Lee would've never left her side. She was certain of that; Azula wanted to move her hips until she couldn't anymore, she wanted to throw Mai on the bed and ravage her, and yet she found herself unable to, paralyzed with uncertainty. She stopped thrusting up to meet Mai entirely, shaking her head, and raising her hands in sudden rage, hands flickering with flame.
"Enough! Stop touching me, you traitor bitch! I'm not your plaything." Azula snapped, and despite clearly not wanting to, the Fire Lady stilled her motions. Always frightened of fire, she slowed to a halt and stared up at Azula from under her bangs, expression moody, mouth curled downward in a frown that closely resembled a rather adorable pout. Azula's expression hardened. Now was not the time to think of this traitor as cute. She was up to something, of that there could be no doubt. Why else would she be putting on this act?
"..." Mai's chest was rapidly rising and falling as she waited for Azula to speak, to make more demands, but the Fire Lord merely stared at her for a long time, her golden eyes gleaming as she scanned Mai's face up and down. Azula acted like she was in control again, but she probably didn't even realize that her body was still trembling like a stuck animal, she was terrified.
"You don't want me to stop. Why are you so afraid of me, Azula?" Mai whispered, touching her cheek with a gentle hand, and Azula slapped her hand away, exhaling a plume of angry, frightened smoke. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
"I'm not scared - I just won't be fooled so easily," She hissed. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. Mai would never ask her for more physical touch and could never want Azula. The Fire Lord was a brother-murderer, she'd killed the one person Mai had wanted to spend her life with - these eyes that peered into hers - they were a stranger's, another impossibility. "You would never surrender so easily."
"So easily!" Mai laughed, a cold, dead sound, and for a moment, the empty woman was back, but then Mai's strange, burning gaze locked onto hers again, demanding contact. "It was easy for you, wasn't it? Not for me. I went to the spirit world and back, of that, I'm sure. There's no reason for me to resist anymore."
"Gone to the spirit world? Ha! And I'm sure you met my dear brother while you were there, did you give him my regards?" Somehow, the words that Azula had intended as mere cruel taunting struck a weak spot. Mai winced, and her gaze finally drifted away.
Azula burst into laughter. "What? Don't tell me you think you saw him. You must've truly gone mad."
"Maybe I have. But… even so, I'm tired, Azula. Aren't you?" Mai asked, her ebony hair falling across her long, fair face, hiding her expression. "It hurts pretending I don't still want love, pretending I'm nothing but a dead woman. I'm not dead, I'm not an eternal rebel, I'm not some unbreakable woman that can resist forever. Every second that I resist what is inevitable, it tears me apart. He's gone now. He always will be, but you're not. You claimed me. I'm your wife, the Fire Lady. That's not so bad."
The firebender snorted. "You're a wonderful liar. Always have been. You expect me to believe that suddenly you want to be all lovey-dovey with me, after everything I've done?"
"Don't you see? It's because of what you've done!" Mai interrupted harshly, and before Azula could stop it, she'd slapped the Fire Lord across the face with more force than Azula had ever been struck.
"You crazy bitch! How dare you?" Azula snarled, and it took everything in her not to let her anger take control. It'd be easy to drag Mai back down to that place where she belonged, the rat that she was - but no, the woman that had hit her wasn't a rat, wasn't the same woman she'd locked down there at all, was she?
"Hit me, burn me, I don't care, so long as you fuck me. Please, Azula. You've ruined me. You've ruined my world, so don't you dare turn me away. I've nothing left but you and I don't want to go back to that miserable, gray existence; I don't want to be his anymore, don't you see? And he wouldn't want it for me either."
"Hmph. Impressive little speech."
Azula stopped Mai's hand when it flashed toward her face again. "Trying to hit me a second time? You've truly lost it you bitch! You think you have nothing left; I'll teach you to put your hands on-" When the Fire Lord saw the look on Mai's face, her words trailed off. Never before had she seen such pure excitement.
"Bend me over then, teach me my place! I love the pain," Mai leaned down and took two of Azula's fingers into her mouth. Smirking, she ran her tongue along the digits, dark eyes like pools of water. "A person like you, you're not capable of being gentle anyways, are you? Throw me down. Slap me until I can't think, beat me black and blue, stretch and-"
"Fine, slut, you want my cock? I'll give it to you. But I won't give it to you for free. You'll pay for your insolence, and I won't stop even if you regain your senses and scream for it to end!"
That smooth, angry voice. Mai shivered and licked her lips. "You don't do anything for free. You never have. It's what I used to like about you, the way you'd use people. I always wanted to do that myself, but I found out that I preferred observing it. Your eyes do this thing when you want something - do you know that? It's like you're a dragon. Like there's something… dark, just waiting to come spilling out. That's the truth. Is that why your mother was afraid of you?"
Mai giggled like a young girl as Azula viciously dragged her toward the bed before she threw her down back-first on the mattress.
"Shut it! Don't bring up that traitor. I've had enough of that mouth." The wild-haired dictator seemed to be losing her precious self-control.
Mai's face became completely serious - she lay sprawled back, legs spread apart, glistening sex on full display, and stared the monster directly in the eyes. "Why? Did I hit a weak spot?" Mai relaxed, her straight, ebony tresses falling across the maroon and gold pillow, and waited. "I know you better than anyone." She spread her arms wide, inviting an embrace, and the maternal motion seemed to strike a chord in the Fire Lord. Cheeks crimson, but face otherwise white with rage, Azula let out a sound close to a hiss and crawled up her, hand gliding along Mai's waist, before she gripped her wife's left breast, tweaking the nipple harshly. Mai winced and whimpered as the slight pinching pain shot through her, leaning into the touch. Azula scowled, letting her fingers grow fiercely hot.
Losing the last of her restraint, Azula exhaled a vast plume of flame as she grasped Mai's thighs, forcing herself between them. A column of fire scorched the air beside Mai's face. Every aspect of her mind and body screamed with fright as, with one fluid motion, thigh muscles flexing, the Fire Lord fell into Mai's embrace and thrust harshly into her. Azula sunk deep inside her, spreading her open, and Mai's world was split apart; her eyes shot wide. Maybe her body really was broken, because somehow, as the Fire Lord's cock pounded away inside her - she forgot her fear of flame. She tossed her head back, eyes wide, and took what felt like her first breath on this earth. Then, she screamed, as Azula began to pound into her with the ferocity of a wild beast. She'd never given herself willingly, never been so soaked in her life - pushing Azula, seeing the madness in her eyes, the urge to conquer, the urge to control and silence, made her feel something strange. Azula was vicious, in and out and in and out, with no regard for Mai, but she liked it. She liked the way Azula was using her. The Fire Lord wanted to thrust her impotent seed inside her "pathetic hole"- the woman she clung to and abused in her lonely nights.
"More!" Mai begged. Staring up at the firebender, Mai wondered vaguely if Azula ever thought about how beautiful she looked while she was laying claim to a woman. All that wild, messy hair, those maddened amber flames she called eyes, the weak expulsions of flame. Mai curled her hand around the back of Azula's neck and guided her in for a kiss, but the Fire Lord recoiled like she'd been struck again.
"No, enough of that," Azula snapped, shoving Mai down by her hair, "lay there and get fucked like the slut you are. This is what you wanted."
It was. Azula was really giving it to her. Mai wrapped her legs around Azula's ass, kept her trapped inside her pussy. Mai shuddered when Azula pressed her mouth against her ear. "I've always wanted you, Mai. I meant what I said back then. When it comes to Fire Nation beauty you're one of a kind, a relic." The firebender stared down at her, and by her expression, it seemed like Azula was seeing her wife for the first time. Perhaps she was. "Zuko was never worthy of you. But I am."
For a moment, everything became distant, cold. She was in that place again, that dark place, and behind Azula's frame near the balcony that led to the outside world, she swore she saw Zuko standing there, in the shadows, observing them. But when Mai blinked, he was gone, and she began to laugh wickedly. She really had gone mad! How wonderful! Azula stared at her, shocked, and Mai pressed her mouth to Azula's neck and sucked, biting the skin there.
"O-Ouch, you nasty who-"
"You're right," Mai purred, "He was never worthy; you offer so much more."
'Zuko would've been far more difficult to control.' Azula had said it herself, Mai was talented at lying, at manipulation, at those things that were required in government, and she was well-aware what a cesspool the sacred islands had become. But it didn't have to be that way. She'd learned in the Fire Nation Academy exactly what it would take to stride toward a different direction. All she had to do was use this cunt Azula seemed to love so much. Eyes closed now, letting herself relax entirely, Mai worked herself onto her royal partner, gasping and whimpering, her mind racing as she thought of all the possibilities - then Azula started hitting the entrance to that hidden chamber inside her, slick sack slapping against the bottom of her well-stretched sex. The Fire Lord's long, hard member pounded home. As hot as the fire in her eyes - it felt so good. She could feel every twitch, every throb, her swollen cunt stretched perfectly around Azula.
"Cum for me," Mai's whispered command sent Azula over the edge. With a gasp of finality, the Fire Lord's hips stilled, and she let it all out, just like that. Her precious, supposedly impotent cum flooded deep, and for the first time, it would find that place where it was destined to go and make a life: The Heir to the Fire Nation, Mai's little world-changer, who she would never let Azula manipulate. It made her head spin. So much power - Mai shivered, and her body trembled, then locked up, and an orgasm took hold of her frame. She desperately squeezed Azula's throbbing cock, and humped lightly, as Azula consecrated her cunt again and again.
"Nnn, fuck, you're -" Mai kissed Azula, desperately, angrily - silencing her. Her belly felt like it was burning up; Azula's cum was always so hot, and her body hungrily swallowed up every drop, her inner walls clenching and clit tingling. The Fire Lady reached down and toyed with her swollen, lonely clitoris, dragging herself into a shuddering, jerky orgasm alongside her warlord, her insides desperately pulsing and shuddering. Azula groaned, her eyes losing their passionate heat as she thrust away weakly, trying to buck every speck of seed inside.
Mai smiled when Azula collapsed on top of her, covered in sweat, breathing heavily. She seemed like she was about ready to head to sleep, there was a tiredness in Azula's expression as she drew back, a calmness. "Don't fall asleep yet," Mai said suddenly.
The Fire Lord's eyes flashed. "Why not?"
"I still haven't tended to your hair, have I-?"
Azula blinked, and then her face split into a genuine smile, and she began to laugh. "It can wait until the morning."
"Can it? Only fools are lazy, isn't that what you always used to say? It's time you cut your hair. You look like a vagabond, a messy-haired child."
"I don't remember asking your opinion."
"Your mother taught you better than that, allowing yourself to be seen in that state, as did your father, so I will hold you to no lesser expectations."
All goodwill seemed to fade away in that instance. Azula pulled her upper half up, her golden eyes hot as cinders. "Do you think you're going to control me, that you can tell me what to do, you useless little hole? Just because I've been a bit soft with you, that mouth of yours has become rather loose, mentioning people it shouldn't." Azula grabbed Mai's chin, thumb pressing against her lips.
Mai answered with a moan, a gasp, opening her mouth and sucking Azula's thumb between her lips, rolling her tongue against it. Inside her, Azula's cock throbbed and grew as hard as it had only moments before. The look on Azula's face…!
"Maybe some more pain this time. I'd say you've earned it. After I'm through fucking you, you'll tend to my hair, because I told you to, not because you bossed me around, do you hear me?"
"Yes, my Lord."
Azula buried her face in Mai's throat and began to thrust into her again, far harder than before, her hands exploring, nails burrowing into Mai's skin. The ebony-haired woman buried her fingers in Azula's dark mane, moaning in appreciation as the Fire Lord sucked and bit her neck, flame erupting from her mouth, licking Mai's flesh.
The Fire Lady had many things to talk about with that ambitious old man, Shin Hua.
Ty Lee was going to turn herself in. She'd meditated on the matter, contemplating it deeply; there was nothing she could do to better prepare for Azula. She'd gathered information as casually as she could, she was the most physically fit she'd ever been in her life, and all throughout the city there were watchers and soldiers. If she was being followed, waiting was even more pointless, and she could do nothing if her comrade wasn't going to show himself. So, when the sun was rising, painting the islands with its glorious golden glow, she packed up her few belongings, fixed up her hair and make-up, and prepared herself mentally as she stepped out of the attic room in her current abode, heading downstairs while pulling the hood of her cloak up.
The Shopkeeper was up and about, talking to a large, exceptionally built man. Said man's gaze scraped hers. Ty Lee's soft-brown eyes flickered to a dark coloring on the man's shoulder, an impossible-to-forget symbol etched across his skin.
"There she is," the store proprietor commented, gesturing towards Ty Lee with a grin. "Good morning, Tsu, this man was asking after you."
Tsu Zhan was the fake name Ty Lee had taken on. "Well, she's as beautiful as you claimed she was. I have some questions for you, Tsu."
Ty Lee stared back at him silently, then managed to say, "I have to go. I'm sorry."
"Tsu, wait. I really must ask you my questions!" The man called after her as she hurried toward the exit.
Ty Lee paused. "What do you want? You're late. I have something I need to do, and I've already made up my mind."
The proprietor glanced back and forth between the pair, extremely curious. Then he shrugged and went back to managing his affairs - sorting through the coins he'd accumulated that week. He didn't get this well-off by listening in on the conversations of strangers.
The huge, tattooed rebel beamed widely. He was the big and ugly sort, but maybe he was handsome once. As it was, his face was coated in pockmarks and scars, and his long, dense hair was drawn up, layered with sweat and rock dust. His body was covered in dirt and grime, and he wore one of the harnesses that marked him as a stone hauler. "Walk, I'll follow you," he mumbled.
Ty Lee trembled. "But we can't. I think that I'm being-"
"No," he leaned in close and kept his voice down. "It was me. I've been watching you; I had to be careful, and I had to be sure you were a friend. There's a lot about your sisters you should know, I was scared you were one of them - sent to lure me out. No one knows you're here, except me, at least that I know of. My name is Fang."
"Fang? T-That changes some things. You scared me, you know." Ty Lee managed a smile as she glanced at the shop owner. "Bak, do you mind if I speak with my guest upstairs?"
"Of course, I don't mind at all. Go right ahead."
Fang had been in hiding. Despite months of reconnaissance, he didn't have much to offer. He was trying to get off the island, as it was. It was rare to feel safe having a conversation in the cities, and the places between the cities were just as dangerous, in different ways. The Edict of Fireseed dictated that if one aggressed their seed on another, so long as they won it through Agni Ki, it was just - the raped and defeated were yours by right. Women and the weak were fearful for their lives, and in some places on the islands, poverty, and sickness had begun to fester like a boil, the guards and the Dai Li always watching, waiting for a moment to strike any naysayers of their master down, or worse. Rumors of a looming culling were echoing around the streets, and Fang himself had a bad chest cough at the moment, supposedly the target - an attempt to wipe out the illness before it spread any further. Thankfully, he was an earthbender and hid his current state easily.
Regarding her sisters, he had even less information to offer, only rumors. Ty Lee couldn't even stomach it. But the truth was, no information that he would've had for her would've changed what she had to do. She sent him away, not wanting to catch whatever ailment he had. She needed to be in her best health. Despite Fang's best efforts, he couldn't convince her not to walk into what he deemed "the belly of the beast." It was her purpose, and she'd proceed as everyone planned. Whatever Azula threw at her, she'd bear it, she'd survive, because she had to.
"Goodbye," she called out to Bak the proprietor as she left, and he seemed shocked that she was leaving so soon. She felt a kind of bittersweet regret as she realized this was probably the last time she was going to see him – or perhaps anyone, for a long time. Fang was leaving this island, no longer interested in this suicide mission now that his own will was on the line, the worker population observed readily by the Dai Li. Ty Lee was going to be all alone with Azula soon, but of course, that was what she'd expected when she agreed to this.
"She's here, my lord!" In the early morning, three guards burst into the Fire Lord's bedroom, led by Li and Lo. The ancient grannies were breathing heavily.
"I-It's her! Ty Lee! She turned herself in at the front of the imperial gate as soon as the sun reared its head!"
"She claims she's turning herself in as a proper citizen of the Fire Nation on trial should! My Lord, you really should execute her."
They froze, and their incessant, loud voices tapered off when they found Azula, hands resting on Mai's hips, slowly thrusting up into her first wife in a lazy, almost loving manner, sucking on the back of her neck. They were more shocked to see "Princess Azula" the imperial heiress they'd known years before, her hair cut far shorter and falling in neat, smooth waves down to her shoulders. Her shocking mass of wild locks had been groomed, put back into place, and could easily be drawn up into the imperial bun her family had once been known for, the style of the people.
Hearing that name, Azula grabbed Mai by the throat, shoving her off of her cock. She practically snarled as she grabbed her robe from nearby. "Turn around!" She ordered sharply, and her expression was so frigid all five of their guests immediately turned away. Mai scowled from where she crouched on the bed now. She gathered the blankets up and around herself, and pressed her chest against Azula's side.
The Fire Lord glanced her way, taking note of the look on Mai's face as she got up. "Tch, why that nasty, dark expression? It's your best friend, isn't it?"
"She should've stayed away. Such a foolish girl."
Azula smirked. "You're right about that." She reached out and stroked Mai's hair. "I think you're jealous because you know exactly what I have planned for her." Azula laughed as she turned away. "Lo, Li, I don't feel like getting dressed this morning. My wife is going to assist me. Let Shin entertain Ty Lee while I prepare."
The hooty old bats nodded, and Azula stopped them with a whistle as they turned to saunter off with their guards. "And one last thing. If you ever break into my room again, I will personally burn you into matching black husks."
"O-Of course, my Lord."
"We wouldn't dare!"
"W-Well, be seeing you," they chorused, and then the pair were off.
Azula got up and sighed, staring at the place where they'd left. She seemed, to Mai, suddenly very far away. "Ty Lee..."
Slowly, Mai came up behind Azula where she stood, and ran her fingers through the silken black hair she'd carefully cut. Gathering the necessary headpiece, she drew Azula's hair up into the traditional top knot. In the mirror, the Fire Lord looked young, vainglorious again, chin held high, golden eyes bright and visible in her strong, angular face. Her lean, muscular body was a work of art, as was her pristine, flawless face. Mai's reflection was far different now; Azula had allowed her to tend to her appearance, and Mai, while not yet fully recovered, could stomach the sight of herself for the first time in years.
She placed kisses on the back of Azula's neck. "Be gentle with Ty Lee. No need to be harsh while you break her."
"I didn't ask." Azula droned, voice tinged with a familiar cold, warning tone, but Mai pressed on. She reached down and placed her hands on Azula's cock, pushing her robe open. "Hands off. I don't have time for this nonsense. You've wasted enough of my seed this morning."
"You're the Fire Lord. Time works around you. As for Ty Lee, I just think you should be smart about this. Why not use that tingleweed you used to be so fond of? She'd ease into it well with that gentle mind of hers."
The golden eyes of the Fire Lord widened at the suggestion; it was clear she was imagining it, and if the way her cock grew stiff was any indicator, she very much liked the idea. "Mm. Monstrously expensive. A lethal poison, except when used in tiny doses, in which case it works the opposite effect. The body comes alive, but... no. I want her at her full awareness when I punish her. Now, mind your own business. Ty Lee and you will have nothing to do with each other for a while, so why don't you put that pretty little mouth of yours to work, if you're so eager to use it?" Azula smirked when Mai's expression grew suddenly crestfallen.
"Whatever you want, Azula," Mai murmured sadly. She lowered her mouth and began to suck and kiss the back of Azula's neck, hand pumping up and down her erect member. The tip of the pale length glistened, and Mai ran delicate fingertips along the head.
"That's right. Whatever the fuck *I* want. And I want you to drain my cock. Then, I think you'll dress me. I shouldn't keep our dear friend waiting long."
Mai hid her smirk as she moved to obediently kneel in front of the Fire Nation ruler. Azula gasped as Mai hungrily and easily took her regal cock between her lips. In Azula's mind, getting sucked off was surely all her idea, but Mai had nudged her there with a mere suggestion. Soon, the taste of Azula's pre-cum filled her mouth. Mai could feel Azula's cock twitching with pleasure, the veins pulsing. Mai's hand snuck up to play with Azula's balls, enjoying the hot, fleshy weight against her palm. She teased the sensitive sack as she bobbed her head up and down Azula's length, taking her deeper and deeper until she could feel the head hitting the back of her throat. Mai continued to work Azula's cock with her throat, her skilled tongue and lips bringing the Fire Nation ruler ever closer to the edge.
Mai reached down and pushed her free hand between her own hot and sticky thighs. She was soaking wet. She toyed with her stiff, throbbing clit, and nearly came at the mere contact. As she worked Azula with her throat, she matched every downward motion with a fierce rub of her clitoris, throat muscles tensing each time. Azula stared down at her in disbelief, this was entirely different from their usual state of affairs. Mai was no longer sitting there, letting her throat get used and fucked, she was easing her muscles around the organ, she was bobbing her head up and down eagerly, she was working her tongue along the length, her breath vibrating along the sensitive skin. Azula's breathing grew ragged, hands tangled in Mai's hair, urging her on. Mai could feel the tension building in Azula's body - it wouldn't be long before she was rewarded with a flood of Azula's hot cum. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but Mai couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement. She couldn't wait to see what else she could make the Fire Nation ruler do with just a few well-placed words and actions.
In the back of her mind, she prayed that Ty Lee was smart enough to not let herself get devoured the way she used to. This time, Mai wouldn't be able to protect her.