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Using that second chance	By : kagato23 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Azula/Katara Views: 6470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Katara grunted as Azula frigged her cunt like a little whore. Azula always thought to herself during such times that Katara moaned like one as well.
It was a very therapeutic sound for her. Azula found her old home a constant source of stress now. The Firelord had ordered all eyes in the palace to watch her for any signs of her old instability. Azula had several choice words about her brothers definitions of instability, but the last time she’d tried to explain reason to him, that they could easily kill the Avatar now, and no, she was earnestly content to keep her position as a princess now (she'd seen how quickly assassination attempts started in her brief reign as fire lady, so let them take HIM out with those goddamn cherry pits, she knew they’d try that again sooner or later!), she just wanted to kill Aang for the good of the nation… perfectly sensible. Yet she’d been put back in the asylum for another three months. So fine. She’d smile that pretty smile, and be ever polite to the help that were probably going to kill her brother when they combed his hair. She’d just play the good little reformed sister for the crowds.

And Aang, well… truthfully it wasn't hard to grovel for the Avatar a little bit. Her father had told her about what had happened, during the She was actually rather impressed. Who’d have thought the boy had a small sadistic streak in him after all.

But his wife... The girl who had frozen her dreams of dynasty along with her body in a battle that was hers to lose. She was a real cunt about it. It came up far too often in conversation. Little things, like Katara looking her in the eye, whilst declaring that no, she didn’t need ice for her drink thank you. Slitting her throat was possible many times over, but it wouldn’t be ENOUGH. And yet, all the time now, her new political station often left her alone with the peasant the Avatar treasured most yet was still too naïve to guard properly. Azula could only keep smiling that lobotomized smile she'd emulated from Joo Dee for so long before she had to do something.
The first time, Azula had honestly expected to be killed, depowered, or imprisoned again (probably a combination). She just didn’t care. She pulled that stupid little choker the bitch always wore till it lived up to its name. As she flailed and gasped for breath, roughly gripped her bosom and tipped her head back enough to shove a tongue down her throat. It was easy to get her down on her knees. She’d gotten a hand under the fabric and was twisting a nipple so hard she half expected to come off when she’d first heard that noise. Katara moaning like a cheap whore Azula would sometimes purchase to watch Ty Lee enjoy in the olden days. That’s when Azula realized a horrible, delightful little secret, one she’d exploited many times since.

On this particular day, she’d just pushed that little water bitch behind a column, walking to the meeting room. It’d had long since dropped any pretense of being close to rape, but Katara always protested a bit. Today Azula simply shoved fingers into her mouth, shut her up proper as the water bitch began sucking without hesitation.
Katara had an oral fixation, that much was clear. In any one of these occurrences, as soon as Azula had something in her mouth, any inhibitions she had left melted away. It didn’t even need to be something of her own body. A cloth gagging her mouth, a piece of cabbage she’d bought when they went out to market from a very paranoid looking vendor, even the cock of that lucky servant boy who happened to walk in at the wrong time (Azula had made Katara service the boy simply because she knew she would if told to). It made her putty almost immediately. She almost certainly preferred fingers though. She’d slobber all over them in a manner befitting a commoner’s blood that no marriage would ever overshadow, though hated spitting on them. Azula always made her spit on them. And she would, because then they’d go right up her dark little water tribe cunt. Which is just what Azula was doing at this moment, thrusting into the wife of the most powerful man on earth, who was now bent up against a column with undergarments around her knees, fucking her with sharp nails that cut into her delicate netherflesh in ways that’d be seriously uncomfortable and compromising to anybody who couldn’t heal herself after the session concluded. Red ran down the whores legs as Azula tore her apart. She looked very good in red, Azula had to admit.

Azula always maintained a dominant role in these trysts, but there were some indulgences she found she couldn’t resist, and had managed to reach compromise on. Which was why she then got on her knees and bent down, because Azula had to concede she loved the taste of bloody dark meat. While she never quite mastered her uncle's skill with the dragon breath, she’d found a trick of her own utilizing the same principles. Heating her mouth just short of boiling her own spit, she thrust a very hot tongue in the water bitches ass. Katara screamed for a half second then covered her own mouth, squirming about as her sphincter tightened in protest and pain around Azula’s tongue. Her pussy, however, felt wetter than ever to the fire princess, who laughed a bit as the girl squirted down her fingers and chin.

After her own orgasms’, the girl always seemed desperate to return the favor. Azula laughed as she used the choker around the girls neck to hold her back, making Katara choke herself as she stuck her tongue out and found herself just short of the neatly shaved sex Azula withheld from her. She did not relent until the girl was on the floor, where she promptly sat upon her face.

As Katara lapped at her in a way pleasurably comparable to a weaning dog, Azula ran her hands down the darker girls bosom and abdomen. Her gentle ministrations became rougher and crueler, till she was leaving huge scratches down the bitch’s stomach and breasts for that prancing Airbender to wonder about when he had his turn to fumble about her body in pathetic ways compared to what Azula was doing now. Healing the rest was fine, but Azula made Katara swear that she’d not repair the damage inflicted on these places. She checked her the next day to see if the marks were still there. Because she wanted him to see. She hoped on some small level in the back of his head, his previous lives shook heads sadly and let Aang suspect. She hoped he’d know and understand. That was the core of the horrible secret Azula reveled in: Katara needed Azula to fuck her in all the ways Aang couldn’t.

Katara had defeated her once, true enough. So whenever the bitch was dragged to the palace by her husband, Azula made it a point to defeat her almost every night and most days of her stay.

Mai knew of course. Somebody had to make sure the watching guards were sent to other duties, the servants out to fetch some ridiculous bauble or delicacy for a snack, whatever had to be done so that noises weren’t overheard and reported. There was a price of course. Mai had been introduced to all the secret passageways and hiding holes Azula had ever discovered. And often from those places, like today, Mai would watch from some slit that provided her excellent view but almost complete concealment. How Mai would watch. And then tell her husband about it while he shot inside her later that night. Mai spoke to Azula of this routine, he’d always gets mad and slap her a bit and say he didn’t want to hear about his wife watching his sister fuck his best friends wife. Azula showed some concern when she first heard of this, she’d long since repaired her friendship with the girl. But her concerns weren’t necessary, Mai quickly clarified. She liked it when he got rough. And she’d noticed he never actually hit her or complained until she was DONE with the stories. Odd how his pants always seemed to be off at that point...
Azula blinked to the wall she knew had eyes, and permitted herself a small whorish moan of her own as that delicious brown tongue brought about an orgasm and yet another victory. Katara had been right about her in that Asylum cell a lifetime ago: All she’d needed was a second chance.
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