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Avatar Tales - Tale 4 - Time Alone	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Mai/Zuko Views: 402 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Time Alone
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Time Alone
Mai and Zuko do some grooming
Mai, Zuko (Azula and Tai Lee talked about) MF (FFF) shaving, anal toy described, bestiality fantasized
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Mai opened her eyes and looked down upon herself. She was in the bath in her apartment, across the courtyard from the main building of the Royal Palace. It was two months after their return to the Capital City and Zuko’s coronation. They had settled into as much a routine for their personal lives as the new Fire Lord’s duties would allow, spending most of their time and most of their evenings in the Palace. Full of courtiers and servants, the Palace made the both of them feel they were constantly under watchful eyes. Being perfectly true, this feeling did not affect the frequency of their lovemaking much – they slept together in Zuko’s chambers in the physical sense and slept together in the euphemistic sense almost every night – but it did put a damper on some of the more exuberant positions to say nothing of how vigorously or loudly they coupled. Mai had been surprised to find she was a screamer with the orgasms Zuko triggered in her – when she, Ty Lee, and Azula had pleasured each other, quiet moans of appreciation were all she’d produced – but she was ever conscious that her cries of ecstasy were being overheard as was any dirty talk they might engage in, making them hold back some when they climaxed.
Once or twice a week therefore, they would retire alone to the smaller but no less luxurious apartment maintained for her that protocol demanded where they could be alone to engage in whatever sexual acrobatics they were game for and make as much noise as they cared to. Uncle Iroh had given or loaned – she wasn’t sure which – his nephew a pillow book, showing well over a hundred ways for a couple to join together. Sometimes they’d try one from the book, sometimes they’d return to a previous favorite, sometimes they would just talk and cuddle. Most of the time they had Hot Monkey Sex, as Zuko called it, rapid thrusting to mutual orgasms, trysting most times at least twice before exhaustion overcame them. Mai had been delighted to discover Zuko was as hot-blooded as she was, sexually speaking, and they were still exploring the limits of their lust.
Last night had been one of these. The apartment was originally intended to temporarily house visiting dignitaries or diplomats. With most of their needs taken care of in the main palace, it had only two rooms, an opulent bathing room with a large tub and a commode, and a larger room for everything else. There was a dresser with a large mirror standing beside it, a small desk and chair, a large couch facing the fireplace flanked by two end tables, and a large raised bed for sleeping or… other activities. They’d come with a large basket filled with food and wasted no time stripping and having a nude picnic on the carpeted floor by the fireplace in front of the couch. As their appetite for food was satiated, their appetite for physical contact grew until they were ignoring the food and caressing each other in the most intimate ways for a good long time before driving one another to orgasmic release  two times.
Exhausted, they’d barely made it to the bed to sleep spooned all night until sunup when Mai had awakened. Conscious of the hard use and two inseminations her pussy’d been subjected to the night before, she’d roused Zuko and led him, blinking, to the tub in the bathing room. Already full of clean water, it was the work of a moment for Zuko to firebend it to steaming. She’d let him stumble back to the bedroom. He’d not even put his hand on her ass or ogled her breasts, which marked how sleepy he truly was. She’d been awake enough to smile at the way his slack penis swung in front and handsome ass swayed in back as he’d moved.
After availing herself of the commode, Mai had slipped into the water and washed thoroughly, particularly below the waist fore and aft. It might seem odd that she’d so thoroughly enjoy such a mundane chore, but unlike Azula before her fall, Mai had no particular thrill being tended hand and foot by a platoon of servants; that afternoon so long ago when she’d asked for fruit pies with rose petals, it was Zuko’s response she was intent on finding out, not ordering servants around that interested her. She’d tried reducing her staff but her ladies in waiting were insistent. Figuring they had a point – who else would hire them as personal groomers – she’d stoically endure their touch as they washed every single part of her body, clipped and tended the nails of her feet and hands, and shaved her legs and armpits, as well as dressing her. Except for her hair. One thing she shared with the insane princess was enjoying the luxury of having her hair washed by someone else, so this morning, she’d pinned it up before stepping into the bath. She loved having her hair washed… and one more chore she’d persuaded Zuko to take up.
After finishing with the washing, she’d laid back, resting her head and closing her eyes to let the hot water relax her for a time, but now it was an hour or so later since she’d entered her bath and the water was getting cool. She examined herself dispassionately. Damp shoulders were out of the water, which lapped at the tops of her breasts. Of the three friends who’d spent so many years together, Azula, Ty Lee, and herself, hers were by far the smallest. At least they were big enough that her pale pink nipples rose like islands out of the water, and their size matched the rest of her. She liked the look of her long, lean frame, slender waist, and hips that flared just enough to prove her womanhood. Those hips wavered in the deep water of the tub turned milky from the soap she’d used to wash herself, the dark patch on her lovemound indistinct through the murk, moving in time with the hips on either side.
It was time to go on to the next order of business. Mai stood and took up a large towel as she stepped from the tub. Starting at the shoulders, she toweled herself dry vigorously, making her breasts bounce as she passed over them and down her abdomen to the top margin of her pubic hair. Holding the towel behind her, she sawed it back and forth drying her back and the round spheres of her ass. Putting one foot on the edge of the tub she carefully dried the valley in between her cheeks, then the thigh, knee and calf of the raised leg before switching feet on the tub’s edge and repeating the process on her other leg. Last of all, she spread her raised leg wide and applied the towel between them, patting the tender flesh of her vulva dry rather than rubbing as she had the rest of her. Despite the pressure on her sleeping clit, it did not feel particularly erotic, perhaps because her mind was drifting to where she knew Zuko was sleeping in the adjacent room. Holding the towel aside she examined her pubic delta with her bare hand. Looking down confirmed visually what her fingertips had told her; the hair had grown enough that Zuko would have to perform his chore this morning.
Finished, she put the towel in the basket for used linens, gathered what she needed for the chore: Several of the thick fluffy towels, a bottle of oil, a razor, smaller than the one the handmaidens used on her legs, equally small shears, and a hand mirror. Mai padded nude into the bedroom and deliberately avoided looking at the bed as she deposited the tools on the end table by the large couch, unrolled one of the towels and spread it on the couch’s center, and dropped the other two, still rolled, on the floor. The rich, red brocade of the couch would be protected and Zuko’s knees would appreciate the padding the towels would provide. She then turned to examine herself in the large mirror that stood on the floor by the dresser.
As always, she turned around to start with her backside. She knew full well the long sweep of her legs up to the swell of her ass, then on up the back, all pale, pale white, was alluring; Zuko’s enthusiastic admiration wasn’t really necessary for her to realize that, merely proof. The sacral dimples, faintly seen sacrum, and bumps of her spine emphasized her lightweight form. Her hips, though womanly, did not flare much, making her slender waist look bigger than it was. When Uncle Iroh had welcomed her to the family with an enthusiastic embrace, he’d commented how he was just short of being able to encircle her waist with his huge hands, momentarily proving it with a smile that said wordlessly he thought his nephew had made a good catch.
She turned to view her profile, the leg towards the mirror a bit forward, the near hand over her loins in a faux-coy pose, the other hiding a breast. This let her admire anew the long sweep of leg from raised heel, calf, knee, and smooth thigh to her hip. Despite her slimness, the round spheres of her ass were resoundingly feminine, the cleavage between them just visible in the mirror. Dropping the hand over her breast, she looked dispassionately at its profile. While definitely matured from her pubescent cones, her boobs had not grown much larger, just changed their contour. Ty Lee, who had sampled well over a score women in her six years of sexual activity, had said her friend’s breasts were smaller than average but far more than the truly flat-chested specimens she’d seen and played with, commenting as she stroked them with a finger at least the top profile didn’t match the bottom. This much was true; while hardly pendulous, her breasts’ underside had a definite curve before merging back into the chest wall. With a little effort she could make them jiggle enticingly for Zuko’s benefit. Although far from the hypnotic swaying of Ty Lee’s pair, they moved enough that the Fire Lord never got tired of looking at them when she was nude with him.
Finally Mai turned toward the mirror for a frank full frontal view, feet apart as wide as her delicate shoulders. Continuing the perusal of her chest, she cradled both her breasts, pushing them up from the bottom to accentuate them as much as possible, and passing her thumbs over the pink nipples to make them erect. Then she dropped her hands to her sides as her gaze descended down, over the flat abdomen to the trimmed thatch at the junction of her legs. As black as the hair on her head, the corners of her pubic delta were showing, marring the pattern in between them. It seemed she could go no more than a week and a half between Zuko’s ministrations of the area. Below, the divide of her labia formed more of a U between her thighs than the Y Ty Lee displayed. Of the three friends who’d made love together, her outer labia were the thickest. Ty Lee’s were in the middle but her inner lips were the longest, long enough they could be teased outside her outer pair. Azula had both the thinnest outer and shortest inner labia. When she laid on her back, legs open and knees raised, she didn’t have to spread herself open; all of the rose flesh of her inner vulva was visible from clitoral hood to vaginal slit to puckered anus. Returning from reminiscing on her friends’ pussies to the present, Mai noted that, as with her pubis, the stubbled labial flesh between her thighs also needed Zuko’s attention. Done with her self-examination, she turned her attention to the bed where slept her paramour.
Zuko had apparently used the minimum of effort when he’d returned from his water heating duties. Nude, he was sprawled at an angle across the length of the bed, his head towards the top, on top of the rumpled sheets. He was on his left side, his left arm cradling his head, right flung behind him. His left leg was extended straight while his right was flexed at the hip, acting as a prop to keep him from rolling completely onto his front. This exposed the skin sack of his scrotum, weighed down with its contents. Mai’s heart involuntarily quickened as she looked at the source of the seed her lover had ejaculated so many times into her pussy or mouth, or onto her skin.
The Imperial Consort walked around the bed and smiled as she gazed on the Fire Lord’s face. The scarred side was buried in the bedclothes so what she could see made him more handsome than ever. Still, the scar had made him what he was today. Had he been putty in his father’s hands he would have remained unscarred but would she love him as much? At best the Fire Nation would be embroiled in a cataclysmic war with what remained of the Earth Kingdom and Water Tribes. At worst it would have been guilty of genocide, hated and feared by any survivors and perhaps even her own citizens. Instead the world was enjoying the end of a century-long war and looking forward to rebuilding. A scarred face was a small price to pay for that.
Mai sat softly on the bed and smiled again; Zuko was snoring quietly. She could hardly blame him as he’d done most of the work last night. As their appetite for food segued into an appetite for sex, they’d begun caressing each other’s bodies as they kissed, slowly collapsing to lie together on the carpeted floor’s soft surface. Facing each other on their sides, they’d both kept teasing as the heat grew in them. Zuko had suckled at her breasts, but his wandering hands, always busy with caresses, never touched her clit or penetrated her sex. Likewise, except for accidental brushes, she’d never touched his erection or cradled his ballsack.
For an hour they had stoked the sexual fires until Zuko abruptly reversed. She was still on her side and he’d coaxed her legs open to bury his head in her crotch, thrusting a tongue up her vagina. Withdrawing, then thrusting back in, he’d penetrated her wet channel a second time, and a third before sliding his lingual digit up and around her swollen clitoris. Already on the verge after an hour’s foreplay, this first touch on her most erogenous zone instantly pushed her over the brink into an orgasmic abyss. She’d helplessly thrust against his mouth as the entire world vanished save the pleasure from her pulsating center, a moaning “Oh, yes-s-s,” escaping from her lips.
When she came to again, Zuko was still orally tending her pussy, half on his side. She’d looked to the side to see his stiff cock waving from his motions, a forty-five degree angle from his flat belly, just above the carpeted floor. About half his glans had emerged from the foreskin; it looked purple, like a skinned grape, and a clear drop of pre-cum was showing at the tiny slit of his urethra. Mai had levered herself up to crouch on all fours over him. He’d momentarily stopped his ministrations to lie flat when she’d shifted but quickly resumed; she’d felt him spread her outer lips open to gain access to her pink core.
Seen from above, Zuko’s penis emerged from the thicket of his pubic hair like a thick cudgel stuck into a briarpatch, well over two hand-widths in length. The fleshy sack containing his balls hung between his thighs all too ready, she knew, to ejaculate their contents into her belly. For the first time that night, she’d grasped her lover’s manhood firmly, right at the glans, making him gasp. She’d moved her hand downward, unsheathing the bulbous crown, then raised his erection almost vertical, close to her waiting mouth. If Ty Lee’s reports were true, Zuko’s cock was much larger than average – she was barely able to close her hand around its girth – but with well-practiced ease, she’d opened her mouth wide then lowered her head to take in his cockhead without touching it, then closed her mouth on the swollen flesh.
Her lips were just past the flange of his most erogenous point and she’d sucked mightily, caressing the smooth surface of its topside with her tongue eliciting a groan from the prone Fire Lord. Before the noise even stopped, she’d slid her mouth down his length, taking as much of his penis that would fit, then sucking again, rose so that her lips traveled from base to tip and off with a quiet, moist snick. Even though the head had nudged the back of her throat, less than half of his length was wet from her saliva. Ty Lee had mentioned she’d heard that it was possible to take a man’s penis down the throat, but neither she nor Mai had not accomplished the feat yet. She had imagined how erotic it would be to feel the throbbing as he ejaculated directly into her stomach, but in truth liked him filling her mouth with his semen.
“Oh, Mai…” Zuko had said quietly before diving back into her pussy; he’d added two fingers inside her passage to the tongue-work on her clitoris. She’d said nothing but applied her mouth to his cock to move up and down on it, still sucking but not as intensely as before. She’d been rising closer to another climax, and, reading her lover’s reactions, was deliberately keeping his own sexual climb behind hers, cradling his pendulous balls with one hand while fucking him with her mouth.
Sure enough, she’d reached her peak before him; she’d broken off to say again quietly, “Oh, yes-s-s-s, Zuko,” while her clit throbbed and vagina contracted rhythmically around the two invading fingers. He’d not stopped his oral or digital manipulations this time so she’d scarcely retreated from her second climax before she could feel the third building. She’d resumed her own fellatio, as before deliberately raising him slower than he was she.
It hadn’t taken long before it struck, the biggest one yet. Beyond speech this time, still clutching Zuko’s penis, she’d rested her forehead on her forearm while emitting a heartfelt shriek. This was why they’d used the apartment in the first place, so no one else could hear their cries of pleasure. Eyes closed, panting to get her breath back, she’d heard her lover plead, “Mai, please…”
No need to ask what he wanted. She’d opened her eyes and looked down to see him looking back at her. His face was wet; undoubtedly from lubricant squeezed from her more than ready cunt. He’d been fairly twitching from unreleased sexual tension. “Of course, my love,” she’d said quietly and shifted her position.
Keeping her grip on his cock, she’d moved her hips away from his face down towards his feet slowly, letting the anticipation rise. She’d bent her legs almost double, then cocked her pelvis which she knew gave him an excellent view of her vulva below the lean spheres of her ass. She’d bent his penis a bit towards his feet, then after introducing his cock head to her vestibule she’d let go, affording him the best view of their genitals in action. As slowly as she could, she moved back and down to impale herself on his phallus. She always enjoyed that first feeling of being stretched open by her lover’s cock. Zuko’d groaned and put his hands on her hips. She’d risen, exposing most of his length, then tensed her internal muscles as she’d again dropped to take him in.
The increased wet friction had done the trick. He’d pressed down on her hips and let out a guttural cry as she felt him throb inside her, spurt after hot spurt leaping into her sexual vault. Scarcely had the ejaculation stopped when she’d disengaged. She felt very full as she’d backed up again, moving her nethers towards his face, seconds from spilling her vaginal contents. “Eat me,” She’d commanded. “Eat your cum from my box.”
He’d obeyed, of course; they both loved cleaning each other after a climax. She’d felt him spread her sex open and lick its dripping contents, diving in deep to collect their sexual nectar. His penis was below her, slowly softening from his orgasm, lolling in the shallow valley between belly and thigh, wet its entire length from its journey up her love tunnel. Indeed, his pubic hair had been saturated with the fluids that had cascaded down from their joined genitals, the dark hair a sodden mass rather than the wiry bush it was when dry. The foreskin was still retracted and semen was oozing from the urethra to slowly trickle down, adding to the tiny translucent pool amid the transparent wet of their mixed fluids.
Taking Zuko’s sex organ in her hand, Mai had pursed her lips as small as could be to kiss the tiny slit and suck the semen collected there. She’d milked the underside of his soft penis to take in the very end of his ejaculate before stuffing the entire organ with her mouth. Massaging the soft flesh of his glans with her tongue, she’d pulled back, feeling him stretch as he’d slipped from her mouth. Back in she’d drawn him, taking his entire soft length, making his fleshy hose retreat until her nose had been buried in his ballbag and her chin anointed by his soaked pubic brush.
As she’d pulled back down his length a second time, his cock had responded; she’d felt it start to stiffen. They had done this before and she loved the feeling of power it gave her, feeling her lover’s penis reacting to her actions, readying itself for another round of copulation. Ty Lee, with her vaster experiences with a wide variety of males, had once said there two types of cock. Ignoring Azula’s wisecrack of, “Those you’ve had in you and those you haven’t, yet.” She’d continued that there were those that extend two or three times their length when they erected and those that, being pretty big already, just got stiffer. Zuko’s was the latter. Down to its root she’d gone again then back up. By the time she’d taken him in the third time, she could no longer compress the entire stiffening mass in her mouth and had to content herself with massaging the outer third of Zuko’s length with her mouth. Back at her pussy, he’d stopped delving into her vagina and was concentrating on stimulating her pulsing clit, sending waves of pleasure over her.
Before she’d reached her climax, she’d pulled away from his working mouth, crawling toward his feet a second time. As their hips drew even, she’d used every ounce of will power to stand instead of mounting his erect cock again. Feet on either side of his hips, she’d stood a long moment, letting his eyes feast on her ass and, doubtless from his low angle, the folds of her secret flesh in between her thighs. Then she’d spun around to stand beside him, legs still apart, to give him a view of her small breasts as well as everything else from the front.
As she’d stood in wordless pose, his eyes had flicked between her two erogenous zones, breasts and pubis, with an occasional trip up to her face. For her part, she found it hard to take her eyes off of his cock, bobbing with his rapid heartbeat, but she’d slowly backed off, sat on the floor, then lain flat on the carpet. As he’d gotten to his knees, she’d opened her legs and raised her knees in ancient invitation. He looked down on her, penis at a rigid forty-five degree angle. “Fuck me.”
Zuko had knee-walked between her legs and, cock in hand, lowered himself. She’d reached down with both hands to spread her outer lips open; with her shorter inner lips, this exposed her vestibule nicely. With practiced perfection, he’d shoved his cock’s full length into her without ceremony. Having been stretched already this evening it offered less resistance than it had before. She’d heard the glick of her parting flesh and the pleasure of being filled by her lover spread from her box to consume her entire being. She’d felt his cock retreat then immediately push insistently back into her belly, then his pubis bumped against her exposed clitoris. She’d pulled on the insides of her knees to pull them wide and up to her chest, letting him as deeply as she could.
The two of them copulated rapidly for more then two minutes, she thrusting her pelvis upward to meet his every move. With her three orgasms and his one, the climb to climax was taking a while, letting them enjoy the wet friction of penis and pussy longer than usual despite the vigor. When she’d reached past the halfway point, she’d shifted her hands to either side of Zuko’s abdomen, just below the ribs and pushed. “Wait, wait,” she’d commanded. “Let’s change positions.”
He’d pulled back, withdrawing from her pussy. His cock was wet and reddened from its use, and doubtless, if she’d fetched a hand mirror, her own vagina would have looked equally abused. Wasting no time with that, though, Mai had rolled onto her left side, then extended her right leg vertically into the air. Curling so she could look at her own pussy, she’d said just two words, “Mount me.”
Zuko had slithered closer on his knees to grasp her upright leg with both arms. Mai in turn had grasped his slippery penis to guide it into her dripping hole. The two of them resumed their frantic copulation, both pairs of eyes on their union. She enjoyed watching his balls swing in their sack as he violated her cunt. “Harder, Zuko, harder,” she’d pleaded. He’d complied, slamming his belly and chest into her leg with a popping sound, at least three strokes per second. His torso’s impact was making her breasts move, feeling odd with their sideways pull.
“Oh, Mai!” Zuko had cried and he stopped thrusting to grind against her pubis. For the second time that evening, she’d felt his sex organ throb deep within her, the contents of his balls pulsing into her belly. The mental picture of this had triggered her own climax and again she’d shrieked at the top of her lungs as her vagina contracted uncontrollably. She’d vaguely felt her lover push back to keep from being expelled from her cunny.
Stupefied, the two of them stared at each other, panting. Then the Fire Lord reached down with his right hand to caress her breast. She could feel his penis softening inside her. “That was a good one,” Zuko’d said quietly.
“I’ll say. Let’s see what the damage was.”
He’d pulled out of her with a wet slithering sound. White, translucent fluid had instantly spilled out of her slit to run down the front and back of her left thigh. “Lookit all that semen you pumped into me,” Mai had commented as she lowered her right leg. The carpet was dark with a spreading puddle just in front of her pubis and doubtless, there was another equally big behind her.
“Oh, come now–” They’d both winced at the accidental pun. “–I’d say at least a quarter of that spillage is yours. I’ve lapped a good bit from your pussy without benefit of ejaculating in it first.”
“I’m too sleepy to argue about it now. Put out the lights and let’s spoon.”
She’d climbed to her feet and with wobbly knees flopped onto the bed to enjoy watching him move throughout the apartment, turning the lamps down until she’d felt him return to the bed in the darkness. She’d drawn a sheet and light blanket over the two of them as he’d snuggled against her front, then she’d pressed her breasts into his back and reached around to take his wet, still warm penis in her hand before they’d both fallen asleep.
That had been last night, though, and as she looked down on her lover, she felt the familiar sexual urge rise in her. But first she needed grooming. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in the space between his right leg and torso so she twisted a bit, leaned close to his exposed ear, and said softly, “Zuko…” His only response was to mutter something incomprehensible, roll onto his back, and fall back asleep, the new position making his snore more audible. Mai smiled as she examined her lover’s face, broad shoulders and chest, muscular abdomen and, of course, his now exposed penis. Nearly as large as when he used it to fuck her, the fleshy hose lolled sideways, reaching almost to the point of his hip. The foreskin was over the glans so that sensitive knob was visible only faintly under the thin skin. The whole of his penis and scrotum was darker than the fair skin on the rest of his body and blue veins meandered its entire length. Her thoughts drifted back to the first time she’d seen it, the day they’d first made love.
Needless to say, it was the first and so far, only human penis she had seen – she didn’t count her toddler brother, Tom Tom’s – and despite the conversations she’d had with Ty Lee she’d been taken aback by its size. When he’d deflowered her in this very room, he’d been afraid of hurting her. Both of them had been anxious to see the other so within moments of his arrival that afternoon, they’d stripped their clothes off to look at each other nude. When they’d been journeying aboard the crowded ship back from Ba Sing Se they’d been afraid of being discovered so their petting’d progressed only to the point of exposing her breasts and a touch of her nipples once. Below the waist was new territory for them both, either touch or gaze, so he’d been as surprised at her pubic pattern as she was by the size of his erection.
She’d been on the bed with her legs open, knees raised and apart and he was sitting on the bed between her legs seeing her pussy for the first time. She had leaned back on one elbow and spread her vulva open with her other hand. With her denuded outer lips and short inner lips, from her friends’ comments she knew he was seeing everything she had, the clitoral hood, the dimple of her urethra, the very opening of her vagina and the puckered rose of her anus. “I can’t see fitting in there,” he’d protested. His erection rose towards the ceiling, moving a bit to his heartbeat. Truth be told, she also was nervous about a cudgel that large penetrating her, but she steeled herself.
“Firstly you’re looking at my hymen,” she’d said with a consciously steadied voice. “Behind that I’m bigger. Don’t forget, it can pass the head and shoulders of a baby.”
“Not very easily,” he’d replied darkly.
“Secondly–” she’d released her genitals and reaching behind her, taken a small bottle of oil from the dresser to hand it to him. “–we’re going to anoint your cock and the inside of my pussy with this. Things will be so slippery you’ll just be pushing me aside, not tearing through anything, except my maidenhead of course.”
Zuko looked at the bottle in confusion. “Anointing my cock?” He’d put the bottle down and reached behind him to hold up a small packet. “I’d assumed we’d be using a sheath.”
“We can if you want to,” Mai had smiled. “But when she was sojourning with that circus in the Earth Kingdom, Ty Lee made a wonderful discovery: There the women who want sex and no pregnancy drink an herbal tea that kills your seed. It takes a month to be effective; I’ve been taking it for six. You can cum in that oily piece of lambskin if you want to, or you can cum inside me instead; the choice is yours.”
“No heirs, then.”

“Not until we want to. Suki has assured me that six months after I stop drinking the stuff, I’ll have a bun in my oven. One bun. Considering the last two generations, you and your sister as well as your father and uncle Iroh, I’d say its a bad idea having two potential heirs. Besides,” She’d caressed her lower belly from pubis to navel. “I don’t want to ruin my figure.”
“One heir, then,” Zuko had replied quietly. “I can’t argue your point.”
“Well, now is as good a time as any to practice making that heir. Come closer, Zuko. Put your finger inside me.” He did come closer, reached out, and pushed his right index finger into her vagina, the first time he’d touched her genitals. “Feel how warm and yielding it is. Put in your middle finger as well. Yes, feel how wet I am inside, how I expand to accept your finger. I want to do this. Sooner or later you’re going to deflower me; I’m aching to feel you inside me today.” He’d started slowly stroking her with both fingers. “Mmmmm. I’ve done this with Ty Lee and Azula many times, but this time, with you? It’s special.”
He’d paused suddenly. “You, my sister, and Ty Lee?”
She’d half sat up to grasp under his arms and pull him on top of her. She’d thrilled to the feel of his hard cock as it slithered from between her legs onto her belly. She’d hugged him tight then whispered into his ear, “Yes, the three of us have pleasured each other many, many times. But now it is time for me to take a man; it is time for me to take you. It’ll hurt a bit; I know that and I’m expecting it. It’s a good kind of hurt and after it’s over, we can pleasure each other again and again.”
Done talking she’d kissed him then and they’d played with each other for more than two hours. Scarcely breaking their full-length contact they’d rolled around on the large bed exploring each other’s flesh, sometimes he on top, sometimes she. He’d played with her breasts, rolling the stiff nipples between his fingers. She’d rolled on top then slid upwards to offer her suspended breasts to his mouth. The pleasure of that quick shipboard touch was nothing compared to the caresses of her sensitive nipples and his sucking lips but even more electric was the feel of his hand on her bare ass, creeping between her legs to probe her weeping slit. Also electric was the feeling of his hard cock in her hand when they’d rolled again to put him on top and the way the foreskin slid back to get caught behind the swollen glans as well as the texture of that purple flesh under her thumb. She’d been surprised when, having access to her clitoris, Zuko had concentrated on that sensitive nub. “Oh, Zuko… You know exactly what to do.”
“Uncle Iroh is a dirty old man,” he’d said, slowly jacking the hood up and down over the sensitive button. “We had long conversations on how to please a woman.” He’d laid his stiff penis on her belly and she was pressing it against her, fingers on its dorsal surface, thumb spreading the precum seeping from the tiny slit in its tip. Likewise, he’d reached between them to penetrate her weeping slit again, making her squirm. The pleasure in her burst and she’d involuntarily bucked upward, driving his finger deeper inside her as the first orgasm he’d given her flushed everything out of her mind. Eyes closed, she was pressing his cock against her lovemound as she thrust her pelvis upward. She’d heard him exclaim, “Oh, no!” and his sex organ was pulsing under her fingertips, accompanied by warm splashes on her abdomen.
She’d opened her eyes and looked down on her self. His cock was still faintly throbbing and semen was cascading from the meatus onto her trimmed pubic hair. Several lines of the translucent fluid reached up from its tip to past her navel, starting to sag under the pull of gravity. “I’m sorry Mai, but your hair was tickling that notch in my cockhead. I couldn’t help it.”
“Ty Lee told me how sensitive that notch is… And you’ve been erect for an awfully long time. No wonder you exploded… So that’s what human semen looks like.” She’d dipped two fingertips in the thick fluid to collect a sample, anointed her left nipple with it, then tasted her finger.
“Human semen?”
“My uncle breeds ostrich horses. When I was nine we were at his farm and when he was showing me around, a mare and stallion copulated right in front of us. He tried to hurry me away but I refused to go, asking what they were doing. ‘Making a baby,’ was all he said. Well, stallions aren’t much for foreplay or being tender afterward. As soon as he was erect he shoved this arm-long cock into the mare and thrust four times then held it while he gave this odd squeal. Then he stepped back and his penis slid out of the mare. He hadn’t even stopped ejaculating yet. It was jerking around as it continued to spurt his seed on the ground. Ty, Azula, and I figured out later that it was semen and they couldn’t keep the three of us away from watching the breedings so we probably saw several cupfuls of the stuff all together. It was an opaque white, like paint, rather than this translucent stuff you ejaculated, and easily twenty times the amount on me now. Who knows how much wound up inside the mares’ vaginas.”
“Well, five percent or not, it’s still a mess,” he’d apologized and raised off of her. “I’ll clean you up.”
She’d sharply pulled him back down. “Don’t you dare break the mood. There’s no harm done with a little mess; these sheets’re gonna get a lot more messy before we’re done. We just had our first climax together before your cock got inserted in my pussy is all.”
“But now I’m useless!”
She’d grasped his still leaking penis as he’d settled back upon her. “Well, right now, yes, but you’re sixteen. I’ll bet you this will be ready for action in just a little bit a-n-n-d,” she blinked at him coquettishly, “We’ve bought some stamina.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ty has taken a number of guys’ cherries. She’s told me between novelty and excitement most of them last only one or two thrusts into her, if they make it inside at all. She says their second climax is a lot more satisfying.”
“Ty Lee isn’t a virgin?”
Mai laughed at the innocent question. “I guess you didn’t think too much about what I’d just said about Ty’s sex advice. Remember that time when you were five and we showed each other everything?”
“Yeah, especially how we got caught and the lecture I got afterward.”
“Me, too. Well, Ty did the same thing at five, only she didn’t get caught so she did it again at seven, then again at nine. That was after we’d watched what ostrich horses do with their mares so she’d figured out what a penis is for. When she and a cousin had their clothes off, she climbed on top and deflowered herself. She’s never looked back.”
Seeing Zuko’s stunned look, Mai went on, “She told me that when Azula came to collect her at that Fire Nation circus, she’d already fucked every human male in the place and a number of the females. She has a strict policy of one time per cock. She’ll gladly do repeats as long as your stamina lasts but once she puts her clothes back on, that’s that, so she’s constantly on the prowl for someone new. Or something. She said she was considering the dogs and wondering about if any of the larger creatures would fit, but she may have been exaggerating.”
“I… sort of assumed she was – you know – untouched, since she took out that gaggle of boys surrounding her at that beach party we crashed on Ember Island”
Mai snorted. “Well, she had two reasons for doing that. Firstly, they were surrounding her, making her feel trapped. She wants to be in charge. If they’d been politer, less competitive, and more patient, she’d probably have given each and every one of them a pussy ride while the others watched! But it would have been one at a time and in a bedroom, not in front of the whole party.
“Secondly, she may have fucked some of them already. With that one time per customer policy she would have had a hard time sorting them out and a harder time telling some of them them no.”
Seeing the wheels turning in Zuko’s head as he digested this information, she warned, “So that’s why I’ll never let you be alone in her presence. She has the power to turn men’s minds to jelly. She’d take out those big boobs of hers and the next thing you know, she’s straddling you, with your cock deep in her belly.”
“And then you’d kill me.”
“And then I’d kill you,” Mai said firmly. “But enough talk about Ty fuckin’ Lee. It’s me we’re deflowering today and sitting here talking about it isn’t going to accomplish that. I’m figuring a ten-minute hand job ought to get you ready for that task.”
Her prediction had been correct. She didn’t even have to take him into her mouth for the first time; in less than ten minutes of manipulation he was as hard as before. Taking no chances, she’d kept her grasp on his cock motionless as, single-handedly, she eased the cork from the oil bottle and spread a small amount of its contents on his cockhead and part of the shaft before handing him the vial. He’d sat upright on his haunches then and she’d admired his gleaming vertical phallus while he pushed two oiled fingers into her vagina, dribbling more from the vial as he stroked her, ensuring her genitals were as slippery as his own.
After that, it had been the most natural thing in the world. He’d lain on top of her with his erection between them. They’d embraced their upper halves while below the waist, he’d drawn his hips back and downward. She’d felt the tip of his penis slide down the length of her lovemound then between her legs to give her clit a thrill before it continued down her pink slit. She’d felt it nudge her vestibule. “It’s there now,” she’d quietly informed him. He pushed and she’d felt her vaginal entrance widening as it gave way, then he’d stopped.
“It’s resisting now; I think I’m at your hymen.”
He was right; she could feel an uncomfortable pressure not deep inside her at all. “Yes. Do it,” she’d commanded. He’d pushed, withdrew a bit, then pushed again, then increased the pressure. She wasn’t feeling him any deeper but the uncomfortable pressure was turning painful. She’d sucked in a hissing breath and when she blinked, a tear was in the outer corner of her right eye. He’d instantly stopped.
“I’m hurting you!” he’d protested as he wiped away the tear.
“No, that’s a tear of joy,” she’d lied. She spread her legs wider. “Finish it.” He’d pressed forward again and she could distinctly feel her intruder slide ever so slightly deeper.
“N-n-ng!” Zuko exclaimed. “This is incredibly uncomfortable for me. I can’t even imagine how much it’s hurting you.” He’d relented his pressure. Mai’d slapped his ass, making him lunge forward again, renewing the pain. Then she’d grabbed each cheek and was pulling him into her with all her strength, pain be damned.
“Don’t you dare stop! Make a woman of me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Eeeyah!”
This last was because as he finally lunged forward driving his cock into her, a tearing sensation had made the pain spike sharply. He’d instantly stopped at her cry with a look of wonder on his face. “I think about half of me is in,” he’d said as he wiped her tears again.
Stretched open more than she had ever been with her friends, Mai had to agree. “That’s what it feels like to me, too. Let’s stop here a bit until I can adjust– No, no, no! Don’t pull out. I kind of like it.” This was true; the pain had already receded to a rapidly diminishing ache.
“What does it feel like?”
“Like I’ve had this large object pushed into my pussy, stretching it open as it tore my maidenhead, you big dummy, what would you think? But it’s stopped hurting and it’s a go-o-od kind of stretching – beats the hell out of fingers. How’s it feel to you?”
“Warm, wet, and wonderful. Beats the hell out of fingers.”
“Better than Jin’s tits?” On the ship from when they’d confessed their sexual adventures during the years of separation, she’d found he’d forgotten her telling about being pleasured by Ty and Azula – he’d said lust probably interfered with remembering – then she’d easily extracted what had happened on the one date he’d been on in three years, a paizuri session between a rival’s generous breasts.
“You’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” he’d sighed
“Nope.” She’d looked down at her own breasts, but for the nipples almost totally flat since she was lying on her back. “But let’s face it; it’s not going to be happening with my pair. I guess I can let a one-time opportunity slide.”
Zuko had reached between them to play with a nipple. “On your slender frame a pair of knockers out past your nose would look completely out of place. I’m happy with what you’ve got; you should be, too. To answer your question, your pussy feels a lot better than Jin’s boobs, more muscular, for one thing. Do you want the rest of me?”
“Of course.”
Zuko had pushed his hips forward and she could feel her canal open as his cock delved deeper into her belly, then deeper yet until she could feel his pubis press against hers. “That’s all of me,” Zuko had said. “Now you’re a woman and I’m a man.”
“Not yet,” she’d demurred. “Not until your cum’s inside me.”
Zuko had pulled out half his length then shoved his cock into her again. “The way this is feeling, that’s not going to take too long.”
“I’m almost there, too. Faster.”
He’d sped up his thrusting and she could feel him pistoning into her cunny. She’d slid her legs upward against his sides until she could grasp the insides of her knees to hold them apart. She’d then rolled her pelvis up. Zuko had followed and she could see her ravished pussy, lips spread by his invading cock and glimpses of his cock itself on each stroke.
“Deeper, harder,” she’d commanded and Zuko’d complied, their flesh making a popping sound with each slamming thrust. She’d thrilled at the whole sexual display, wet penis pulling the lips surrounding her vagina out then making them disappear again, the whole of her vulva also wet to the point of it trickling down her bare lower lovemound to make her trimmed pubes wet, then continue on to her navel, the way her flesh quivered all the way up to her stiff nipples each time he slammed into her.
Suddenly, he’d exclaimed, “Oh, Mai!” and stopped, deep inside her. She’d felt a faint throb of his cock, then more in earnest, a hot jet spurting into her a half dozen times. In her mind’s eye, she could see him filling her vault with his semen and that had triggered her own orgasm. Wordlessly, she’d released her knees to draw him in tight as she’d matched his throbbing with her own sexual squeezing.
They’d eaten each other then, 69ing with her on top. Having sampled Ty Lee and Azula’s pussies many times, she knew what a woman tasted like, and that taste was on his anointed cock but mixed with the grassy taste of her lover’s cum. She wasn’t sure, but thought she could taste the faintest trace of her sundered maidenhead’s blood. Zuko had complained about how much fluid was in her vagina. But she’d not shown any sympathy, saying it mostly his cum he was removing. Then after he’d ejaculated into her mouth – she’d loved the thought and sensation of getting his semen directly from the source – she’d fed him that, too, telling him to get used to it.
But that was months ago, before he’d disappeared, leaving her hurt and feeling a bit stupid. Now they were back together, her lover was Fire Lord instead of a banished prince, and fast asleep, slack penis lolling on his belly, moving a bit from his breathing. She put a hand on his hip to shake it gently. “Zu-u-uko.” Her paramour interrupted the rhythm of his breathing momentarily, then slipped back down into oblivion. She shifted to move her hands between his legs to cup the ball-filled scrotum that hung there. “Zuzu, it’s time to get up,” using his sister’s nickname she used to tease him.
This time the breathing stopped all together, then resumed, not so deeply. “I’ve asked you not to call me that,” he said, eyes still closed. “You really don’t want to remind me of my sister.”
“At least it woke you up.” He opened his eyes and the two lovers smiled at each other. “It’s well past sunup. I’ve bathed already and look what I discovered.” Releasing his ballsack, she stood before him and brushed her finger over the pubic stubble in the upper corner of her lovemound.
“Already? It’s been scarcely a week since I tended you last.”
“Ten days to be exact. Black pubic hair and fair skin make for frequent touchups. Besides, don’t you prefer the smoothness of a freshly shaved lovemound under your fingers and tongue, to say nothing of my labia? I remember how delighted you were when you first saw my decoration. Ty Lee shaves herself bare, you know, and your sister didn’t trim her pubes at all—”
“—I can’t know that about my sister! And  and how do you know what her pubic hair is like anyway?”
Mai sighed at him. “I told you I’ve made love with her and Ty. Do you really think we kept our knickers on?” He nodded, the full weight of what she’d been telling him beginning to dawn on his face. “Well, the three of us made love quite a few times when we were in school and after, but I was virgin so long as men were concerned until that afternoon we had. Azula’s a virgin, too; I can’t imagine she’s been deflowered yet in that asylum, and Ty’s anything but a virgin. Besides pleasuring me, it was Ty who tended my pubic hair before you came along and this morning you’ve got to do it again.”
Making sure she was centered on the towel she sat on the couch, butt at the front edge, and leaned back as she spread her legs wide. Mock grumbling about never getting any rest, Zuko got up, knelt on the rolled towels on the floor before her, and reached for the bottle of oil on the end table. Uncorking it, he dribbled oil on either side of the pattern in the center then down on the lower reaches of her lovemound, where the flesh was split by her outer lips. Putting the bottle aside he massaged the oil into her skin through the growth that had sprouted there. Then after wiping his fingers on a towel, he picked up the razor and made ready to apply it.
Mai held still, watching past her breasts as he stretched the skin of her groin tight and drew the razor through the acute corner of her pubic hair. There was the subtle sound of the hair being severed by the sharp blade and a wide swath of skin was blissfully bare. Another pass and the bareness was closer to the longer decorative hair on the center of her lovemound. Zuko switched to the other side and in a few moments it was equally denuded. He then pressed her flesh on the lower part of her lovemound on either side of the cleft. The base of the design was at the top the cleft to put the main part on the full part of her mound, so he completely stripped the hair on either side of the divide.
Mai laid her head back as Zuko’s busy hands went out of sight between her legs to her vulva. He tugged on the thick flesh of her outer labia and she felt the intermittent cool touch of the keen blade as he quickly disposed of the sparse hair that framed her vestibule. Then picking up a towel he wiped her shaved flesh, the upper portion first, then lower, and finally either side of her pussy, being careful to keep the rough towel from touching her pink center. His touch was highly perfunctory and he certainly was not paying attention to her clitoris or vaginal entrance, as he did during foreplay, but the simple intimacy of grooming her most personal area was amazingly sensual. “How’s that?” he asked.
Eyes closed the Imperial Consort felt her pubic area with both hands. Her fingers moving in small circles over the denuded flesh, she felt only silky smoothness until way down in the crease between thigh and vulva on one side she felt a slight trace of stubble. He’d shaved one pass removing most of the hair, but missed the against the grain stroke ensuring the hair was gone to the skin line. “Just a bit, there,” she said, indicating with her forefinger.
She felt Zuko’s breath as he bent close to examine her. “Oh, yeah.” Passing his fingers over the spot to determine which way the hair lay, he shaved it again with two short strokes. “That should do it.”
Mai felt the spot again. “Perfect,” she pronounced, then moved her arms out on either side, resting them on the couch. The bulk of the chore was done so far as area was concerned but now was the time consuming work of touching up the pattern that remained. Zuko dribbled more oil on her lovemound tracing the border of the design, and rubbing it into her flesh as he’d done before. Then he picked up the razor and deftly applied it to the edge of the design, sharpening the border between hair and shaved.
The large curve at the bottom was quick work but he slowed as he reached the more intricate curves, points, and interior cuts on her upper lovemound. Several times he wiped a small area clean with the towel to judge the quality of the edge, reapplying the oil and snicking what seemed like one or two hairs at a time until he was happy with the result. At last he put down the razor and wiped her whole mons clean with a towel. He knee walked back from between her spread legs to fetch the scissors. Combing his fingers through the pubic hairs that remained, he clipped off the small part that showed above his fingers, uniformly shortening hair of the pattern. “Trimming the verge,” he called it and it indeed was rather like clipping a lawn to a uniform length, ensuring the pubic pattern looked its best.
Another rubdown by the towel to rid the area of trimmings, then Zuko fetched the hand mirror. She closed her legs as he returned to her side to hold the mirror about above her pubic region. Following her small prompts, he adjusted the mirror so she could see what she looked like.
The shaved flesh of her labia showed its split where it emerged from between her thighs and up her love mound. Just at the place where the divide petered out, the black pubic hair that was left curved outward and upward on her pubis to end at the top in the three stylized points that made up the Fire Nation’s flame symbol. With her cleft showing underneath, it looked somewhat like a black candle flame at the end of a wick.
“For something that’s only going to be seen by me,” Zuko commented, “It seems like a lot of work.” Like her, his eyes were riveted on his handiwork. Despite his words, his eyes betrayed a bit of pride in what he’d done.
“My attendants see it too, when I take a bath,” Mai retorted. “One of the younger ones tells me she’s started trimming hers the same, another that hers is heart-shaped.”
“Tells you?”

“They’re my attendants. They see me nude; I don’t see them nude. I may have started a trend. If when we go out, everyone’s looking at my pubic area, we’ll know they’ve talked about ‘the Fire Lady’s fire bush.’” She levered herself up into a sitting position. “In any event, now it’s time for your reward.”
Zuko put aside the mirror then returned to in front of her, still on his knees, his slack penis swinging from side to side. “Well, I like that,” Mai faux-pouted. “You’ve been staring at your favorite pussy for over a half hour, and your dick is as limp as last night’s noodles.”
“Staring at, yes, but I was more concerned with not nicking it than mounting it. Cuts on my favorite pussy would not do either of us any good.”
“Well, I’ll do what I must if we’re going to get anywhere this morning.”
The Imperial Consort grasped the Royal Member at its base. With its large size, half its length still drooped above the width of her hand. She hoisted the soft flesh upward until she could reach the end with her mouth. The foreskin had slipped over his glans so she delved into the hole at its end with her tongue then with the deftness of practice, used lips tongue and suction to push it back, exposing his cockhead. She engulfed the sensitive flesh with her mouth, stuffing it in until her lips touched her lover’s pubis.
The sight of his fleshy hose swinging back and forth in front of his equally swinging ballsack excited Mai when he walked around nude, but she could only fit his entire length into her mouth by compressing it when it wss totally limp. Sure enough, within seconds the sensation of her warm, wet mouth started Zuko’s erection. As the penile mass in her mouth engorged, she was forced to draw back, the head nudging the back of her throat as its length stiffened in her mouth. This forced it to uncompress so not only could she contain less of its length, but also her jaws were being forced apart to accommodate its girth.
Mai drew her head back so his cock fit comfortably, her lips perhaps a two fingers past the corona on the top side. Unlike last night’s inverted fellatio, her tongue was on the underside so she used it to tease the notch found there, then took him deeper until he touched the back of her throat again. The three friends had heard stories of women overcoming their gag reflex to take a cock’s full length down their throat, but Ty Lee, preferring a cock in her pussy over one in her mouth, had not tried it yet and of course, the virginal Azula had not taken a penis in any orifice, shallow or deep. I’ll have to try it sometime, Mai thought to herself, but not today.
Moving back and forth, she fucked him with her mouth, letting flange of the glans pass over her upper lip and massaging him with her tongue then back in deep, lips sliding down the turgid pole. Every few strokes, she’d pause and suck mightily eliciting a groan from her lover. If she had been intending on driving him to an oral climax, letting him cum in her mouth, she would have been grasping his shaft in a firm grip, masturbating him as much as sucking him off. This was foreplay, though, so she was instead holding his scrotum in her left hand, gently manipulating the large twin orbs it contained. Her right was between her legs, stimulating her own clit.
Ty Lee had told her how most men’s ballsacks tighten against their abdomen when they get really excited, sometimes even making their balls disappear within. Zuko’s scrotum did not do that no matter how much sexual excitement was feeling. Quite a number of times she’d knelt before him as he climaxed, either because she felt like watching him ejaculate rather than swallowing his semen or after bringing him off by manual attention alone. The involuntary movements he’d make as the thick white streams spurted onto her breasts would cause their source to swing back and forth. When he mounted her while she was on her back, she could feel them momentarily nudge her perineum as he thrust deeply into her. When he fucked her from behind, they would nudge her clit instead, a most pleasant feeling. If she tucked her head to look down the length of her body, she could see them swinging between his thighs as he worked her cunt.
It reminded her of that first act of copulation she’d witnessed. When the stud had walked those stiff-legged steps toward the waiting mare, his pendulous scrotum with balls the size of her fist had swung in an astonishingly large arc. Still vivid in her memory from seven years ago were the momentary glimpses of his stiff penis as he drew back for another thrust, and the way the well-filled, fleshy sack continued to move independently.
Mai drew back to look at Zuko’s own fleshy sack. Decorated with longer but sparser hairs than the horse’s velvety covering, it hung between his thighs above his turgid cock. That organ of copulation was as ready as the stallion’s had been, pointed upward rather than downward at a forty-five degree angle, bounding slightly with his rapid heartbeat. The exposed glans was reddened from her suction and a driblet of pre-cum oozed from its tiny eye at the very end. Satisfied she’d done her duty, she laid back, putting her shoulders against the sofa’s back, opening her legs, exposing her vestibule at the sofa’s front edge, and spread herself open with her two index fingers just inside her outer lips.
She watched as her lover stroked the length of her vestibule with his finger and delved into her sopping vagina, satisfying himself that she was as ready for sex as he was, then approached spreading his knees on the floor a bit so his wobbling penis descended to the height of her waiting vulva. Closer still and she felt the tip of his cock head touch her secret flesh. Withdrawing her fingers, she stretched her arms out on either side of the sofa back. In breathless anticipation, the two lovers smiled at each other, the only parts touching being his glans at her vaginal entrance. Then Zuko flexed his hips, driving his cock into her belly.
“U-u-u-u-ungh!” Mai said aloud as his rigid phallus spread her love tunnel open on its inward journey. It didn’t hurt – hadn’t since that first time – but her resilient box would contract to its original size between amorous events only to be stretched anew when invaded again. Whether he mounted her or she him, that first plunge of turgid cock into receptive cunt was a sharp sexual spike equaled only later by her climax. She’d involuntarily closed her eyes during that moment and now opened them again to look down at their joining. From the couch’s front edge to its back, her trunk was at a 45° angle. This meant her small breasts looked much the same as when she was standing, the straight upper slope rising from her chest wall to a little past her nipples, the underside in a smooth curve back to her chest. Even though they had not been touched in a while, both nipples were erect with corrugated areolae at their base; the electric thrill from deep in her belly had traveled up her spine to charge them up. Below them was the dome of her belly, interrupted by the small pit of her navel, and below that the black pubic hair Fire Nation symbol adorned her lovemound. Since she had her legs spread to their utmost, the candle wick effect of her labial split was compromised, the cleft together at the top but a fair distance apart below as it disappeared between her legs.
The reason why her legs were apart was right there, of course. Since he had just buried his full length into her belly, Zuko’s pubis was nestled against her freshly shaved flesh, his untrimmed pubic hair rising to its point just below the navel. Enjoying feeling his fullness inside her, Mai shifted her gaze upward to her lover’s face smiling down upon her. Smiling back, she said, “I love to feel you deep in me.”
“I’m always glad to oblige, Princess Justite.” was the grinning reply.
When she was very little, Mai’s mother, probably like every Fire Nation mum, had told her bedtime stories about Princess Justrite. The details would vary but always involved the Princess looking for something. She’d try her mother’s clothes, which were too big, her sister’s clothes, which were too small, then finally her own clothes, which were just right. Or she’d be in the kitchen sampling her father’s bowl of soup which was too hot, her brother’s soup which was too cool, then her own soup which was just right. Ty Lee, with her broader experience, had told Mai that a couple times she’d come across cocks that were too large to take. Shoved willy-nilly into her box they would strike something, her cervix she surmised, that hurt. This meant that if he was on top, and didn’t care, she’d have to endure an aching copulation session that was no fun at all. If he did care, he’d have to stroke her very carefully, which also was not as fun as it could be and often led to no orgasm for one or the both of them. “Sometimes there is too much of a good thing,” she’d confided to her friend.
Mai had been delighted to find that while the girth of Zuko’s cock was enough to stretch her open quite agreeably, its length was such that he could delve deeply into her sexual passage and yet not so much it collided with whatever it was that Ty Lee’s monster cocks did. During their Hot Monkey Sex sessions he could bang away in her cunt with no worries except exhaustion. “I feel like Princess Justrite, only I got it just right the first time,” she’d said after their third lovemaking session, the most exuberant one yet. Zuko had known the stories from his own mother and instantly dubbed her “Princess Justite” pointing out how reddened his cock was after it had been fitted into her tight cunny. Knowing full well that he had no basis for comparison, she took it for the compliment it was meant to be.
The pleasured peak of that first stroke having dissipated a bit, Zuko set to work achieving their orgasmic goal. Mai took advantage of his “justrite” size and rolled her pelvis off of the couch to tuck her knees behind her elbows, both hands, shifting her grip to the couch’s front edge. This let her lover’s cock penetrate her that last small fraction, and as last night, let her view her own genitals in action. Zuko rose upwards a bit and leaned over her to match her vagina’s now more vertical orientation, then went to town. He’d draw about two-thirds of his length out of her then slam it back in full force. The collision of the backs of her thighs and the front of his hips would make popping sound and in synchronization, a ripple would travel from her pubic area, up her belly, and make her breasts toss.
Those moving mammaries attracted attention for, without breaking his two strokes per second pace, the Fire Lord put his hands on his Consort’s chest, fingers down along her ribs, thumbs pointing at each other a little below her stiff nipples. He slid them upward until the pink points were touching the web between thumb and forefinger then swiveled his hands to close the gap and squeeze them. Mai’d already had her lips drawn back in a pleasured rictus. The reciprocating motion of his cock in her cunny was the main force driving her up the orgasmic slope but in no small part was the sight’s contribution. Several inches of red, gleaming penis would appear accompanied by her equally reddened inner labia, then both would be carried in on the next thrust. She could also see the start of the ripple that, an instant later, she could feel in her breasts, even in the grip of his spread hands.
The squeeze on her nipples was the final touch. “Oh wau, Oh wau, Oh wau,” she began to chant in a sing-song voice in time with her lover’s thrusts, the “Oh” in the insertion, the “wau” on the withdrawal. A small climax took her by surprise, not the big, earth shattering convulsion she knew was on the way, but definite all the same. Her passage began squeezing its invader a bit slower than Zuko’s thrusting. When squeeze and thrust happened to coincide, there was no room in her vagina for the fluids she was exuding – just her fluids since he hadn’t ejaculated yet. She could see the clear, thick lubricant squirt out of her hole past the plunging penis to drench the bare, split flesh at the front of her vulva. From there it was transferred to Zuko’s pubic hair by its intermittent contact and cascaded down to drench her own. Indeed, this fresh charge had made its way through the clipped hair on her love mound to trickle down her belly. This gave the pubic Fire Nation symbol the odd appearance of a black candle flame dripping colorless wax from its tip instead of down the candle.
Her mini-O over, the two of them relaxed a bit. She put her feet back on the floor and he spread her knees to stay coupled with her slightly lowering vaginal entrance. He continued to stroke her, but not as quickly nor as vigorously as before. “Making love can be hard work,” Zuko panted a bit.
“Yeah, but it’s so much fun.” She hadn’t been moving as much as he’d been but her back and forearms ached a bit from giving slightly to his thrust into her, then returning to her original position on the withdrawal. He was taking advantage of his slower strokes to withdraw until only his glans was still inside her, then pushing all the way back in. Without the popping of their colliding flesh, she could hear the subtle, wet sound of her passage parting to make way for his pistoning cock. Also, since their joining was more horizontal than it was before, the leakage had shifted back to run over her perineum and between her cheeks with a slight tickling sensation.
“You know what I’d like to do, someday?” he asked, breaking her contemplation of the sensations of slower sex.
“I can think of a number of things, but what?” There was no doubt in her mind that he was meaning something sexual.
“Well, I, uh…”
“Spit it out, love. If I don’t like it, I’ll just say, ‘Hell, no.’ I promise I won’t freak out unless it involves something really icky like dead bodies or something.”
“What? Good grief, no!” He looked at her quizzically. “You’re not interested in fucking a dead body… are you?”
“Hell, no!” Mai smiled. “See? What you want couldn’t possibly be as disgusting as that.” I hope, she thought to herself.
“What I would really like to do is someday fuck you in the ass,” he said all in a rush. “There, I said it.” He’d paused his thrusting during the “confession” and quickly picked it up again while he waited for her answer.
“Oh,” was all she said as she digested the request. Despite her warning about Ty Lee, she’d expected him to ask about a three way, with her or somebody else. Having made love with two others herself, albeit two women, she knew how nice, how erotic it was to be caressed by two pairs of hands or to take a tongue in her mouth and another on her clit at the same time. “Well, I won’t say, ‘hell, no’ but I can’t say I’d be enthusiastic about it.”
“Why not? You don’t seem to mind when I stroke your anus or push a fingertip in during foreplay.” This was true. There had been no ass play last night or this morning, but as often as not both their assholes had been finger-stimulated when they were in the heating-up stages of their lovemaking.
“No, but there’s a big difference between having an entire finger or even two up your nether passage, and a big ol’ cock up there. I know for I have taken a largish object all the way in already.”
“Really? But what… um, who…?” She gazed at him levelly. “…Azula,” flatly.
“Got it in one. Making love with her wasn’t so much about intimacy or even pleasure so much as it was about power. Most of the time, even when she wasn’t on top, she’d be directing how Ty and I would pleasure her.”
“I have wondered from time to time how two women make love, never mind three.” She felt his penis give a single throb inside her. He was turned on thinking about it.
“Are you sure you’re ready to hear about your sister’s sexuality? I mean, you got all twitchy just at the mention of her pubic hair a few minutes ago.”
“…Yes.” Another throb.
“Women and women make love pretty much the same way men and women make love. You start out slow with some caressing and kissing. Undress each other, maybe, as the caressing gets more intense. Breast play and sucking nipples, as you can imagine. Having two pairs of them, or in our case three when all of us were there, means you can take turns or do a sort of 69, involving boobs. From that you can slide to a real 69 and eat each others’ pussies.”
Another throb. “You can take turns pleasuring each other, one doing nothing but receive what the other one, or two, do to her. Or the three of us would chow down in a daisy chain. We’d be on our sides and usually it seemed I’d be eating Azula and Ty Lee would be eating me. Being shaved herself, she preferred my bare vulva to your sister’s untrimmed muff. I didn’t care either way. We’d also stick fingers in our holes and when we wanted to get really physical, we’d do some scissoring.”
“…What did Azula look like… down there?”
“Pink.” Mai laughed as Zuko rolled his eyes. “Okay, to be specific, almost all of her girly bits are in the middle of the three of us. Her breasts, as you’ve undoubtedly noticed, are comfortably bigger than mine but way smaller than Ty Lee’s bazongas. Our nipples match our breasts in size; my small ones would be lost on Ty Lee. The others’re all pretty much the same lovely shade of rosy brown compared to my light-pink ones. I think Ty’s may be the slightest bit darker than your sister’s but you’d have to do a side-by-side comparison to be sure – and no, you won’t get the opportunity to,” she said as Zuko started to open his mouth. “I’ve told you already today about how her magic knockers have the power to turn men’s minds to mush.
“One item Azula’s definitely in first place is the amount of pubic hair, since we other two tend to ours. It’s black, like mine, and fills her whole pubic triangle. Curly and lush, when she’s standing you can’t see a trace of the split between her thighs. When she’s on her back with her knees apart, it goes pretty far between her legs on either side of her vulva, petering out at about the midpoint from clit to perineum.
“Not so far as yours, then.” When doing his defoliation duties, Zuko had to remove hairs all the way down the length of Mai’s vulva, including a few strays in the vicinity of her anus.
“Nope. Like I said, in the middle, although it’s been so long since I’ve seen Ty Lee’s pubes, I don’t remember how far between her legs it might go. Anyway, I’ve got the thickest outer lips, Ty the thinnest, and Azula in the middle again. Her inner lips is the one thing I can think of where she isn’t in the middle. I’ve the shortest ones, Ty Lee the middle and your sister’s are the longest. That means that, whereas when I’m walking around naked all you can see in front is that nice, neat groove, the other two kind of have their inner labia peeking through, or least Azula’s would be except they’re hidden by her bush. That may be why she doesn’t trim it. Clits we’re back to Azula in the middle again. Mine’s the smallest; Ty Lee’s the biggest. Anything else you want to know about our cooters?”
Zuko blinked a bit, obviously trying to picture all three girls in front him, all nude. “So… If Ty Lee’s got the thinnest outer lips, the biggest clitoris, and is shaved bare… you can see her clit just about the all the time.”
“Yeah, you can – the hood at least. Her labial split is kind of pushed apart by its intrusion. The head’s at least the size of your index finger, not the little pea I’ve got.” Mai looked quizzical. “Say, where’d you learn so much about girls’ parts? During our sex-education classes at the Academy, they sure didn’t tell us much about guys’ dicks. Azula and I depended on Ty for that information, as well as watching the ostrich horses go at it.”
“Oh, I had outside information, too,” Zuko smiled, then paused.
“Uncle Iroh is a dirty old man,” the two chorused together, and laughed.
“He had – probably still has – a bunch of really explicit pictures, plus there was this deck of cards. The symbols for actually playing were squeezed up on the top leaving the bulk of the card face for a picture. Each suit had different focus, all women of course. One was their torsos from here, to here…” He released her breasts and touched the notch at the base of her throat, and the other notch at the bottom of her sternum to illustrate, then stimulated her nipples again. “…to here, so it was boobies, boobies, boobies. Another was waist to thigh from the back do it was all asses. The third, ditto from the front so it was bushes, one bare, a couple trimmed but not with your Fire symbol here. The fourth—”
“—was spread-open pussies.” Her lover looked surprised. “What else would it be, their faces?”
“I guess not. Anyway, that was the suit that interested me the most. It was amazing how different they all were and I’d go through it, wondering which one looked closest to yours. They all made sure the vaginal opening was evident and I’d imagine kneeling before you and sliding my cock into your imagined hole…” There was another pulse inside her belly and he looked down at their joining. “Kind of like now, I guess.”
“Is the reality as good as you imagined it?”

“A thousand times better! What was that scissoring you mentioned a minute ago?”
“Remember a couple weeks back when we were on our backs, humping our crotches together? That was scissoring; imagine two opened pairs of scissors pushed together.”
“I remember. You had a hold of my cock and I shot all over the place.”
“That’s right. Your ‘clit’ wasn’t in the right place to get stimulated by mine so I had to handle your man handle. With us girls, well you saw how I didn’t have any trouble cumming. Azula particularly liked it because it’s a very physical method, getting your whole body into it.”
“So… if we’ve covered the basics of girl-girl love, where does your ass come in?”
“There’s another way to scissor, and that’s like we were fucking last night. The bottom lies on her side with a leg raised vertically and the top crouches over her holding onto the leg for support and grinding their cooches together. There being no cock involved there’s be no penetration, beyond the occasional finger. Need I say, Azula was always the top? When Ty and I would make love by ourselves, it was always the gentle stuff; we got all the pounding we needed from your sister. Like I said, with Azula, making love wasn’t so much about intimacy or even pleasure, but power. Even as she was pseudo-fucking us, she’d lament she didn’t have a dick. Well, she went out and bought one.”

“With a guy attached?”
“No, it was wooden, boxwood or something light like that. The business end was shaped like an abstract penis, a cylinder with a lop-sided flaring head on the end. It didn’t have a lot of detail but anyone who’s seen a real cock would recognize it immediately – even I did and all I’d seen were pictures. Ty said it was a little bigger than average in size. The other end was flanged and the whole thing was smooth curves, heavily varnished. She made Ty lie on her back with her legs up, put the thing against her own crotch, holding it in place with two fingers on the flanges, and mounted her. They copulated for about five minutes and both managed an orgasm. Ty said it felt a lot like the real thing, but didn’t ‘give’ as much; it was this totally rigid object being shoved into her pussy.
“Then Azula withdrew, looked at the toy, she called it, still wet from Ty’s cunny then looked at me a long, long moment. I was just screwing up the courage to tell her to go to hell when she said softly, ‘Zuzu should be the one to deflower you,’ and told me to roll over. Well, you know how hard it is to refuse your sister.”
“Do I ever!”
“I knew what she intended and I started shaking… but I rolled over. Luckily, Ty intervened. She’d had anal intercourse a few times in her sexual career so she coached Azula and me on what to do. She got some pillows for under my hips to raise my ass and got some oil. She lay next to me to snuggle and cooed in my ear about staying relaxed while she fooled around with my anus. She stroked it few times with her fingertips, then penetrated to the first knuckle. We’d all been that far before so that wasn’t too bad at all. She cuddled closer and started kissing me while she was working my back passage. Before I knew it, she had it in all the way and was sawing it in and out.
“She congratulated me, saying it was time to do some stretching. The process started over with her middle finger added. She’d kiss, urge me to relax, that nothing bad was going to happen, and push them a bit deeper. After a few minutes they were in all the way, too. She sat upright and worked my ass in earnest, shoving her fingers in, pulling them back, spreading her fingers to stretch my back hole. The whole while she was dribbling more oil and encouraging me with, ‘Good girl; you’re nice and relaxed now.’ With her cuddling warm next to me and one hand toying with a nipple and the other in my ass, it felt pretty good, actually.
“Then it was Azula’s turn. Ty knelt by her side and I buried my head in the pillows so I could concentrate on relaxing. I heard her say, ‘Oil it up real good. Now, slowly, slowly, push it in her.’ I felt this thing touch my asshole, then it spread me open as it slid in. It was bigger than Ty’s fingers, and longer, too. It just kept going deeper and deeper–”
“–Did it hurt?”
“No, not like your pole in my pussy that first time did, but it was intense. I’d never been penetrated by anything but tongues and fingers up to then, and not very deep at that. Now I had this dick-sized object coming in the out door. Just when I could feel Azula’s fingers touch my ass, I cried aloud in my pillow. After a quick check to make sure it wasn’t a cry of pain, Ty told your sister to start pumping, slowly at first, then faster, but never so fast as in Ty’s pussy; there was just too much resistance. After a few minutes, Azula climaxed, and pulled her toy out of me.”
“Did you cum?”
“No, but it was pretty erotic, just the same.” Mai didn’t volunteer that she had climaxed during later sessions. “Ty got her ass fucked, then. She was on her side and I was on mine with my head buried between her legs while Azula reamed her from further back. I had my tongue on her clit and fingers in her vagina – I could feel that thing sliding in and out of her rectum – and she came pretty quick. About half the time when I was with just Azula, or with Ty and Azula after that, she’d use that toy on one or both of us, in the ass. I don’t know how often Ty would have to take it when the two of them were by themselves. More, I suspect, since she had two holes to use it in but she was never in Ty’s pussy when it was the three of us.”
Mai looked up into Zuko’s eyes. “And that, my love, is why I’m not so anxious to have you shove your cock up my back door.”
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry I asked.”
Mai waved a dismissive hand. “Never be afraid to ask. It can’t hurt and I can always say no. Besides, we’re still working our way through that pillow book you got.” She smiled slightly. “Tell you what: Let’s save it for something special on our wedding night. We’ll probably have done everything else in the book by that time.”
Zuko smiled broadly and Mai held up a warning finger. “But I reserve the right to change my mind.”
“Fair enough.”
During the whole conversation, the Fire Lord had been slowly fucking his Consort, enough to keep his erection firm but no where near enough for a climax in either one of them. Mai stretched as much as she could against his impaling member and announced, “But enough of planning our wedding night. Now I want to finish what we’ve started this morning.”
“Yes, miss.”
The two of them had not been screwing long enough to have fallen into a routine; almost every night or morning they selected their session from a wide variety of positions and vigor. The exception was their post-grooming coitus. For that they followed pretty much the same script. First she would accept him face-to-face so she could admire the freshly renewed design and talk a bit, then she would reverse to take him from behind and they would drive to a mutual orgasm. This morning the talking part had been extra long but now it was time for the next step.
Knowing what was expected, he drew his cock out of her body. She smiled at the sight of it in mid-fuck, red, dripping, and swinging back and forth at a forty-five degree angle. She took a moment to stretch again, rolled over on the couch, then shifted back onto the towels. Spreading her knees as wide as possible on the rolled towels on the floor, she placed her hips at the couch’s front edge, and placed her head in her cradled arms at the top of the back. She cocked her pelvis, which, she knew, brought her doubtless reddened vulva to easy access. Zuko availed himself of that access. She felt his hands on her hips, the touch of his cock at her vestibule, then the swift penetration of her body by his hard shaft. “Oh-h-h, yes-s-s,” she murmured appreciatively.
“Not that I don’t like fucking you like this, but I don’t know what you get out of it,” Zuko commented as he used his hands on her hips to pull him into her body, then push back out.
“I’ve told you before; this gives me the clearest sensation of your cock sliding in and out of my belly.” That much was true but there was another factor, one she wondered if she’d ever have the courage to share with Zuko: It took her back to that first act of copulation she’d witnessed. When she’d told Zuko about it, she’d left out the details but they’d been impressed into her nine-year old mind forever.
The pink flesh of the mare’s vagina showing momentarily as she clenched and relaxed her muscles, showing her readiness to mate. The way the stallion’s mottled penis emerged from its sheath, wrinkled and swinging, then stiffened into a cock with its dripping, flaring glans, so unlike Zuko’s bullet-shaped cockhead. Much, much larger than a human penis, it also tapered slightly from base to tip and had an odd, little ridge around the circumference at the mid-point of its length.
She remembered, too, the way it jerked as the stud mounted the willing mare, the quivering stiff phallus probing around her vulva until it found her vagina and vanished inside. The way his balls in their sack swung as he pulled out half its gleaming length then thrust it back in again, and again, then the third, and the fourth and final time. Finally, when he dismounted, how the deflating sex organ twitched and spurted the final throes of its ejaculation at the ground as it retreated into its sheath. Even though she was witnessing only the tail end of his orgasm, the jets of semen were astonishingly powerful and copious while the mare’s still pulsating vagina made the excess semen she’d just received cascade onto the ground like the stallion’s was.
She imagined herself as an ostrich-horse mare, winking her vulva and spritzing urine in little pulses to let her stud know she was ready for a fuck. Zuko as a stallion, his long tapered cock erect for mating, the clear pre-cum dripping from its flaring head. As she felt Zuko’s cock invade her body, in her mind’s eye it was not the admittedly generous human cock she was accepting but stallion-Zuko’s horse cock, it’s arm-length shaft disappearing from view in one thrust.
The reality was that she didn’t have the muscles to wink at him down there, peeing on the floor probably wouldn’t please Zuko, his cock was nowhere near an arm’s length long, and she couldn’t have taken it all in if it was. All in all there were, of course, advantages in a human fuck. Beginning his fifth stroke into her, Zuko had already lasted longer than the stallion had servicing his mare. Also, he had moved his hands from her hips to reach in front where her breasts were wibble-wobbling from the force of his thrusts to cup them and slide her stiff nipples between his fingers. But still, the image of that huge, erect phallus burned hotly in her mind.
Then, with a sudden flash, an incredible fantasy bloomed. The ostrich horse stables had benches in them for riders to remove or pull on their boots. One of the benches was pulled out from the wall and she was kneeling against it as against the couch, Zuko mounting her from behind. In front of her was the stud and her hands were barely able to close around his erection, guiding it to her mouth. The meatus at its tip was almost as big as her little finger, dripping pre-cum as she closed her lips around the flanged, flat head and worked her tongue around the glans, stuffing as much animal cock as would fit into her mouth, not much. She jacked her hands on the rigid shaft and it was a race to see which she could bring to climax first, the human penis plumbing her pussy or the horse penis in her mouth.
Mai imagined the horse climaxing, the shaft pulsing in her hands as he forcefully ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed as rapidly as possible, taking the thick, pungent fluid down her throat and into her belly but he was spurting far more than she could take, the excess escaping her mouth to drip off of her chin. Drawing back, she guided the still ejaculating sex organ down so the jets of hot horse semen painted her breasts and abdomen. “Hey! You’re climaxing already!” exclaimed Zuko, breaking her fantasy. “I can feel you squeezing me!”
He abandoned her breasts to grasp her hips and redoubled his thrusts into her spasming cunny. She could hear the popping sound his abdomen made, slamming into the twin mounds of her ass. The sweet friction of his cock moving back and forth within her immediately halted the let down of the small climax she’d just had, to send her back up the orgasmic peak. Even the slight tugs on her dancing nipples added to the fire until she exploded.
Throwing her head back from her arms, she emitted at the top of her lungs a wordless yell. She was grasping her lover’s cock within her, much harder than the orgasm a minute before. As she ran out of air, in the silence that followed, she could hear Zuko coaxing her. “Oh, yes, my darling. Let it out. It feels so good. Here I cum, too.”
He penetrated her one last time, to hold her hips against him. Deep within her, his cock began to pulsate and she could feel his human semen filling her from cervix to vaginal entrance. She laid her head back in her arms to pant as Zuko’s ejaculation finished. She imagined she was looking down her front, watching the ostrich horse cum drip off of her nipples and slide down her belly into her trimmed pubic hair. Her lover bent forward to lay his head on her back also breathing rapidly, one arm encircling her chest below her breasts, the other caressing her flank. His cock was quiet within her. She began to consider the slow process it would take to make her double penetration of horse and human a reality.
After recovering a couple minutes, Mai raised her head again. Zuko straightened up, then withdrew his softening penis from her body. Standing, he helped his lover to her feet as well. Mai walked over to the mirror and Zuko joined her by her side, holding her hand. She looked at the two of them in the full-length mirror; it was quite a sight. She still had an orgasmic flush on her chest, above her breasts, and her knees were red from kneeling on the towel. In between, her standing position kept her vulva from showing its recent abuse, but a rivulet of translucent fluid slowly trickling down one thigh betrayed her activities a few minutes before. It was more obvious on Zuko. His knees were also red and his penis, though totally slack, still had the foreskin drawn back from his glans. That knob was also red, the whole shaft shined wetly, and his pubic bush was matted down with fluid.
“I just had a thought for our hall portrait,” Mai said with a smile, talking about the larger than life-size paintings of Fire Lords and their Ladies going back a dozen generations. “Imagine one with us like this.” She moved a knee to the side and cocked her pelvis a bit to emphasize the bare split below the pubic Fire Nation symbol on her lovemound and leave no doubt of the visible fluid’s source.
“It would shock the court. Maybe we could have a small one for our bed chamber.” He glanced at her sideways. “You’d have to pose, of course.”
“I might be up for that more than you’d think. Come on, let’s get washed before we leave.”
The two of them left the bedroom for the bath.
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