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If You Bend It, They Will Cum	By : Datalaughing Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 96842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 12: A tale of a fateful trip

The hulking piece of Fire Nation ingenuity sliced through the waves that stood in its way. Just ahead of the main invasion force was a small group of captured fire navy ships. They were filled with an elite force, including Dai Li agents and the best benders the water tribe had to offer. The plan was to infiltrate the outer defenses of Werou, a small port on the same island as the palace of the Fire Lord, and then destroy them to make way for the main force.

Zuko stood on the prow of the lead ship. His sister was below decks, finalizing the attack plan. He gazed out at the sea, considering Mai’s final words to him. They’d stood on the dock as he prepared to board the ship. Neither of them was the type for a tearful goodbye, but they got as close as they were ever likely to. After one final kiss a look of concern had come over her face. She’d been debating whether or not to say what she was thinking. Finally she leaned in, her voice just audible over the sounds of the sea. “You have you honor, Zuko. You have everything you need. Don’t let her take it away from you.” Then she’d turned and was gone.

Zuko looked out at the waves and tried to convince himself that her concern was baseless. He could handle Azula, and the plan would work perfectly. The defenses around Werou were nowhere near as impressive as those around the capital’s main port. It shared an island with the Imperial palace, but there was no way to get from one to the other. The side of the ancient volcano was impassible. From time immemorial the Fire Nation had used the sheer cliffs surrounding the island on most sides as a deterrent to attack. No one ever had attacked, and so the strategy was assumed sound.

The rather glaring fact that everyone except Azula appeared to have overlooked was that a cliff is not an obstacle to an earthbender. It was on this lapse in judgment that her plan hinged. Werou was lightly defended and would not be expecting an attack. The advance force would make port in fire nation vessels, under the cover of a waterbender-induced fog, and with luck the small city would be taken completely by surprise and secured before a message could even be sent out. Even if someone did manage to get a message to the royal palace, the majority of Fire Nation forces would be, at the proper moment, headed toward one of the outer islands, acting on false intelligence supplied by the Fire Lord’s trusted daughter. With an army of earthbenders ready to sweep up the side of the ancient volcano and make their attack, and the eclipse coming into play at just the right time, the palace would fall before anyone could mount a counter-attack.

That was the plan as Azula had described it to him, and despite his distaste for the betrayal at its center, he had to admit that it was a good plan. An enemy army kills the Fire Lord (that was the part he still wasn’t quite comfortable with), and then Ozai’s children step in and usher in a new era of peace, ruling jointly from the capitals of the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom.

The plan seemed fool-proof. Azula knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. There was no way the Fire Lord could avoid the attack. Even his secret bunkers weren’t a secret to the princess who had spent her entire life playing at intrigues and learning the secrets of the royal court.

The more he went over the plan in his head, the more convinced Zuko was that it would work, though he tried his best to ignore the question of whether it was right. And the more he convinced himself, the more something nagged at him. Azula wasn’t telling him everything. When dealing with his sister, he knew the best course was to just assume that and move on. She never told anyone everything. She manipulated people into doing what she wanted. Whether it benefited them or killed them in the process, she wasn’t overly concerned, as long as she got what she was after. This time, though, it bothered him. There was something that he wasn’t seeing, a variable in this battle that he had forgotten. He could feel it niggling at the edge of his consciousness, and just when it was within his mental reach, there was a voice behind him.

“Worried about the attack?”

He turned around to see his sister leaning against the railing just behind him, smiling one of those cold smiles. They were both wearing Fire Nation uniforms now. Everyone on the ship was, part of the ploy for their surprise attack. “No.” he lied, turning back toward the ocean.

Azula laughed, a high, chilling laugh. Then she strolled over and slid her arm around his shoulder, leaning in close. “You shouldn’t be.” She assured him. “Soon, Zuko, you and I will end the war and rule the world. They will talk about us for a thousand years.”

Zuko moved his head noncommittally and continued staring out at the sea, refusing to turn and meet his sister’s gaze. Azula removed her arm and shrugged, unconcerned. “You’ll see soon enough.” She said, taking a few steps back. “For now, though, all this time stuck on this ship has got me feeling a little stiff. What would you say to a little sparring match, dear brother?”

Zuko turned to look at her now. Her posture was open, challenging, and her grin smug and superior. He’d never really gotten the fight with Azula that he’d looked for. There was always someone else there or something to tip the scales. Azula liked to stack the deck in her favor before playing. All of his life Zuko had been the screw-up while his younger sister had been the golden child, the firebending wunderkind. He knew somewhere deep down that he could take her in a fair fight. This might be the closest he ever got.

“Alright.” He said in an even tone, and then he moved to take up a position opposite her on the empty deck. While the majority of the army that they were leading didn’t know that there were two firebenders leading the charge, the advanced team all knew. Some of them were under the impression that the siblings were Fire Nation rebels, trying to liberate their homeland from a tyrannical war-mongering leader, and that was fine as far as Azula was concerned. The important thing was that none of their own troops was going to be shocked when they plunged into battle and their leaders started throwing fireballs at the opposition. Though if they managed the timing just right, the eclipse would make that concern a non-issue. A side benefit was that they could spar on the open deck in full view of the crew and those of the nearest ships.

They bowed to each other, Azula’s eyes going to the deck, but Zuko’s eyes, quite wisely, never leaving his sister as he lowered his head. Then they went into their stances, Zuko’s face was deadly serious as he held his fighting stance. Azula’s on the other hand bordered on bemused and she stood almost casually. Fighting was something she usually took very seriously. So Zuko could only assume that is was him that she wasn’t serious about. It irked him. In fact it more than irked him. She’d been like this with him for his whole life. It was infuriating, infuriating to the point that it led Zuko to do exactly what she wanted him to. He opened up with a powerful but clumsy blast of fire from his fist.

Azula easily sidestepped the attack, and at the same moment sent a blast back in his direction, right into the opening that Zuko had left her with his reckless opening gambit.

Zuko tried to move out of the way, but he wasn’t as prepared as his sister had been, and the ball of flame grazed him, sending him into a seemingly uncontrolled spin. Azula began to move forward to press her advantage, but Zuko used the spinning motion of his body to focus a wave of flame, which flew at her, taking her a bit by surprise.

Azula, ever the quick opponent, went into a slide, lowering her body so that the wave of fire passed within inches of her face, but keeping her forward momentum in tact, to make it close to her brother, who was still reeling a bit from the spin.

With a quick flick of her legs, Azula knocked Zuko’s feet out from under him, and in the same motion, using her hands for a bit of extra leverage, she brought herself back to a standing position.

Zuko had been thrown off his feet, but he’d anticipated the attack, and managed a move that looked almost like a cartwheel which brought him back to his feet. Unfortunately for him, it landed him facing the wrong direction, and Azula shot out a double barrage of blue flames from her palm at her brother’s back.

Zuko, immediately sensing what was coming, threw himself forward onto his hands to avoid the blasts and then immediately kicked backwards, like a rabbit-mule, sending fire blasts from his feet backward toward Azula.

Azula leapt into the air, Zuko’s blasts warming the soles of her feet, but she didn’t lose sight of him and counterattacked, her own iconic blue fire searing the deck as Zuko followed up his attack with a roll, which allowed him to narrowly avoid the searing blue flames.

Zuko had been on the defensive since his first mistake, and he knew that was not where he needed to be. So he decided to take a chance. In the split second when Azula had to divert attention to landing back on the deck, Zuko came up to one knee and spun his hands in circles. As his palms spun, pointed at Azula, the air in front of them began to fill with swirling flames. In a moment there was a wall of fire moving across the deck toward the surprised Fire Nation princess. It was an incredible amount of raw energy to put into a single attack, but if he wanted to turn the match around, he needed something unexpected.

Azula immediately stepped back, raising her hands and her firebending sense to stop herself from being immolated by the wall of fire her brother had somehow conjured out of nowhere. She didn’t think that much power was possible so quickly, and certainly not from him. She realized too late that she was right. The wall of fire had required tremendous energy and concentration on Zuko’s part, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful as it appeared. It was a distraction, a light show with two purposes, to knock Azula back on her heels and to obscure him from her view. It had been resoundingly successful on both counts.

Just as Azula realized her error, Zuko appeared, flying through the flames, in a leaping kick, preceded by a powerful lash of fire. Flame and foot both found their target, and Azula was sent reeling backward from the impact. Zuko pressed his advantage, striking at her several times in rapid succession with fist and forearm. Most of them Azula managed to block, but one or two made contact.

By this time word had spread among the crew and a crowd had gathered. Few were brave enough to go on deck and risk getting caught in the crossfire between the two obviously powerful firebenders. So the crowd was crammed into the doorway leading onto the deck and on the bridge which looked out over the scene, giving a great view of what was transpiring.

100 years before entertainers from the various nations had traveled the world, putting on shows that showcased feats of amazing bending. Firebending was probably the most showy, the most exciting, for the simple fact that it was the flashiest and most dangerous of the elements. Since the war, though, citizens of the Water Tribe and the Earth Kingdom did not see much firebending, unless it was aimed at them or their allies. Within the Fire Nation, and the territories they’d conquered the shows were still somewhat common, but for everyone else this was something of a treat. The spectacle that Zuko and Azula provided proved that the art was as big a draw as ever.

The occasional burst of flame was still visible to the viewers, but the two master firebenders had moved into very close quarters now, and the attacks were almost all physical blows, flying fists or feet, more often than not blocked by a forearm.

Zuko had his sister firmly on the defensive now, and he reveled in it. His attacks pressed forward relentlessly, forcing Azula ever closer to the railing on the edge of the deck. She blocked and dodged and tried doggedly to hold her ground or make some headway but couldn’t seem to find a way around his forward press and was forced to continue backing up. Finally she felt the rail at her back. Zuko pinned her hands to the rail with his own and leaned forward, a triumphant sneer on his lips.

Azula was shimmering with sweat from the exertion of their workout. Her long, midnight-black hair glistening with perspiration and ocean spray. Her face was just slightly flushed, and her breathing came more quickly than usual, the sign of a good workout. All of this combined with the fact that he back was arched against the railing, thrusting her pointed breasts towards him, made her incredibly sexy.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one thinking along those lines, because at that moment Azula leaned forward and whispered to him in an unbelievably sensual voice, “I am so hot right now.”

The statement, unexpected as it was, was more shocking because of how closely it mirrored the prince’s own thoughts, and for a split second he relaxed his grip on her hands. That was all the opening Azula needed. Using the railing for leverage, Azula pushed herself forward, the sudden motion knocked Zuko completely off-balance and he went tumbling to the deck. Azula landed on top of him, smiling, clearly the victor to the audience.

She leaned forward, anyone watching would have imagined she was gloating over her victory, and in a way she was. “Why don’t we finish this in my cabin, Zuzu,” emphasizing the childhood nickname and at the same time rubbing her knee gently, subtly against his crotch.

She got off of him, allowing him to get up, and they bowed to each other again, though Zuko’s bow was stiff, as if he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to end the fight, but he did. Then Azula turned and quickly headed for the door that led below deck. Zuko followed her, and the crowd that had gathered quickly dispersed before them. No one wanted to get in the way of Azula, who scared everyone already or Zuko who did not look like someone who would be gregarious in defeat.

As they walked deeper into the bowels of the ship, Zuko following in his sister’s wake, he nervously avoided meeting anyone’s eyes. He wasn’t sure exactly how much the people on the ship knew about them or if they’d be able to guess what the pair of firebenders were on their way to do. He decided that he’d be happier not knowing the answer to some of those questions. What did it matter what these people thought anyway?

He was so preoccupied with telling himself not to be preoccupied about what those people thought of him that he didn’t fully think about what he was about to do until the door to his sister’s cabin was closing behind them.

Azula quickly walked over to her bed, quite a lavish one, considering the normally sparse accommodations aboard ship, and began removing her armor. When he saw this, Zuko realized that maybe what they were doing wasn’t the best idea. Defying Azula wasn’t a great idea either, but his conscience was suddenly pressing rather hard. “What about Mai?” He asked.

Azula paused in removing her chest piece and looked at Zuko, somewhat surprised at the question that apparently it hadn’t even occurred to her to consider. Then she laughed dismissively. “What about her?”

“Well,” Zuko began, searching for the right phrasing, “She and I … this just doesn’t seem right anymore.” He thought to himself that it had never seemed quite right, but now Azula’s armor was half gone, and her prominent breasts were bared to his view, making him think that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. It had been a little while since his last night with Mai.

She walked back across the small cabin to wear Zuko still stood stiffly near the doorway and put her arms around his neck, her perfectly formed breasts and their pert nipples tantalizingly close. “I am allowing the two of you to be together, Zuku.” He chaffed at the “allowing” part but didn’t say anything. “That doesn’t mean that I’m giving up my claim on you.” One of her went down and firmly cupped his crotch. She smiled at him in that self-assured way that she had, as if the momentary contact with him had been all the influence she needed to exert, or perhaps had told her all she needed to know. He was, after all, still extremely turned on seeing her half-naked form.

She began removing her uniform pants as she walked back across the room, letting them fall to the deck, giving him an amazing view of her muscular rear end as she made her way slowly back to the bed. “And don’t think for a minute that Mai won’t still have … duties of her own to fulfill when this is all done, Zuzu. I’ve gotten rather used to having her around.” Azula sat down on the bed, looking at her brother. “We all have our duties, Zuko.” At that she spread her legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her waiting sex.

The sight melted what was left of Zuko’s resolve, and he was drawn across the cabin, quickly working to remove his own armor. He struggled a bit with the chest piece, partially due to the fact that he was having trouble tearing his eyes away from his sister’s body. And she grinned at him as she leaned back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed, still splayed invitingly.

In his hurry to remove the uniform pants he seemed to trip into a position between her legs. Azula laughed. “In a hurry now, huh? Well, don’t stop on my account.” And she thrust herself toward him a little more.

In no condition to argue with a statement like that, Zuko reached out to take hold of her soft thighs, running his hands along them for a moment, savoring the warm sensation of a woman’s flesh, before leaning in to begin his work. He started quickly. After his tongue went on one, somewhat leisurely, tour of her lower lips, as if to just get reacquainted, he brought his hands in to spread her apart and began going at it in earnest, using his tongue to explore the inside of her body, but also making periodic use of his teeth, much to his sister’s delight.

“Oh, Zuko, that’s magnificent! Bite me harder! Make me feel it!”

Zuko was only too happy to comply, and he nibbled at her labia in a fashion that would not be called gingerly, but which Azula called heavenly. This continued for a few minutes with Azula periodically calling out with instruction, encouragements, or simply moans of pleasure, but after a while she instructed him to stop.

Zuko looked up at her, trying to see if he’d done something wrong, but she simply pushed herself farther onto the bed, away from where he was crouched at its edge, and she motioned for him to follow her. “It’s time for me to reciprocate.” She said simply, and she motioned for him to position himself on top of her but facing the opposite direction.

He moved to comply, and moments later, he had his knees on either side of her head and his own gaze looking into her crotch once more, albeit from a different angle. This time, though, his turgid manhood was hanging directly over her face, and she wasted no time in taking it into her hand and then her mouth. Zuko took the sensation in for a moment. This was certainly something he’d missed while they’d been at sea. Then, in response to a pelvic movement from her, he went back to his own task.

Zuko could feel his sister using her teeth periodically as well, and while he did not enjoy it nearly as much as she seemed to, he had to admit that it was certainly not an altogether unpleasant experience. She seemed to know just the right amount of force to apply to make it enjoyable. Of course he had no idea just how much experience his little sister had with having men in her mouth. If he had, he might have been hesitant to be the next in line. Then again, the firm sexy body, the beautifully formed breasts, the commanding sexual presence, they were hard for a man to resist under any circumstances.

It had been many days since Zuko’s last sexual experience, and for a while there he’d been used to having a woman’s body multiple times each day. So it didn’t take long under the enthusiastic ministrations of the princess before he could feel his first climax welling up inside of him. Then he got an idea.

He came up from between his sister’s legs. “Stop for a minute.” He told her. Azula released her hold on his penis, and it came out of her mouth with a sort of popping sound. He moved himself up into a kneeling position, all his weight on his knees which were still on either side of and just behind Azula’s head. So that if she looked up she had an up-close view of his scrotum and its associated organ.

“What are you doing?” She asked, not irritated as he might have expected but simply curious.

“Trust me. You’ll like it.” He took hold of his own member and began to pump it rapidly. He could feel his climax approaching, and he had a plan for it.

Azula watched for a moment and then began to move. “I bet you’d enjoy that a lot more if you let me do it.”

Zuko used his free hand to push her back down to her original position. “Don’t move.” He told her. “I need to concentrate.”

Azula remained quiet for a moment more, but she just couldn’t help herself. “It doesn’t look like what you’re doing requires that much concentration to me.” She said, as he continued to beat himself off. Then before either of them could say anything further, he started to cum.

The first jets of sperm flew out to land on her stomach, a bit even went as far as her thighs. Then as the fountain of white became less potent it fell on her the whole of her torso, her breasts, and the final bits even dribbled down onto her face a bit. The most interesting thing, though, was that everywhere the jets of white struck Azula’s skin, they steamed and sizzled, as if they’d landed on a skillet, and she felt each jet accompanied by a white-hot sensation of mixed pain and pleasure on her skin.

“Oh my god!” She screamed out. Her instinct was to reach out and rub at the sizzling areas of her body, but Zuko’s arms were suddenly holding her own in place and she was forced to just revel in the exquisite sensations all down her body. She closed her eyes and arched her back, tingling all down her front.

After several moments the burning points on her skin had cooled into a warm sensation all over, and she relaxed back onto the bed as Zuko released his hold on her arms. She wrapped them around herself, across her chest, feeling the still hot semen as it cooked on her skin, and she rocked from left to right, grinning wolfishly.

“You certainly are creative, brother. I’ll give you that.” She grew more pleased at every encounter with her decision to bed her older brother. He was a remarkable lover.

“It’s not over yet.” He replied, and he softly took hold of her arms and put them back at her sides.

“Well, I should hope not.” She said smugly, and then she became silent as her brother began work on his new idea.

Zuko leaned over, not moving his legs from them position around Azula’s head, but pushing his upper body forward enough that he could reach down the length of her body. He began at her hips and slowly moved his hands upward, along the sides of her body until they were just below her armpits and then began the trip back down. As he went she could feel his hands slowly becoming warmer, as if the friction of their contact wasn’t dissipating but slowly building upon itself. After several more, slow, patient, incredibly sensual repeats of this process his hands were getting pretty hot, and then they began roaming other parts of her.

“Oh, Zuko, a hot massage, while I’m covered in your juices? You really are naughty today.” She wiggled with pleasure at her own words.

A hot massage was a relatively common practice in the Fire Nation. A bender would heat up their hands and go to work, allowing the heat to help relax the other person’s muscles during a massage. You could find a parlor in most cities to get one. However, there was a sexual underpinning to the practice and most massage parlors were actually fronts for something a little more intimate.

Zuko began by moving his hands slowly across her belly, making sure to rub any semen he found there into her skin, as if it were ready-made massage oil. “Mmm,” she cooed, “cook your seed into my skin, Zuko. That feels incredible.”

When he was done there he moved up to her prominent breasts, like mountains overlooking the savannah of her body, and he kneaded them gently, her sensitive nipples perking up stiffly at the stimulation of the heat and his fingers, which seemed to find them especially entertaining. Zuko spent a little longer there than was probably necessary, and it did not escape his sibling’s notice. “Enjoying those, are you, Zuko?”

He didn’t say a word but simply moved on a moment later. She closed her eyes and allowed him to gently rub her face, massaging the semen there into her skin as well. Then he retreated back down her body, circumnavigating the mammary mounds this time and then heading straight for her thighs. He rubbed them for a bit, running his hands around the sides, but then he took the remainder of his cum and began to massage it into her crotch. As his hand cupped her privates, rubbing against them, it also began to become very hot. Azula bucked her hips against his hand, desperate for the sensation, and finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you inside me, Zuko. Now!”

Zuko was hard again and just as ready as she was. So he positioned himself between her legs, picked them up so that her feet were over his shoulders and rammed his cock into her in one quick stroke. She yelped with pleasure at the sudden deep penetration.

“Yes, Zuko!” She yelled. “Fuck me!!”

And he did. He wasted no time as he began plowing into her with reckless abandon. There’d been enough build up for the both of them, and the siblings were both ecstatic to get down to the business of hard, fast, almost angry fucking.

Zuko rammed his rod into her rapidly, and with each stroke her body shook and she thrust her head back into the bed, closed her eyes, and loved every second of it. Every now and then he would take one of his hands and smack the side of her thigh, creating a sound that rang through the cabin to be followed quickly by Azula’s squeals of pleasure and encouragement.

Then a moment came where Zuko looked down at her, writhing on the bed in pleasure, and suddenly Mai’s face came to him. The first thing that occurred to him was that this was an inopportune moment for that. Then he briefly thought that at least it wasn’t his uncle’s face again. Then he was suddenly thinking about his uncle, and that was just extremely wrong. He almost lost it entirely there. So he quickly tried to switch his thoughts back to Mai. And there she was, as if she’d been waiting there in his mind’s eye all along for him to come to his senses.

As he fucked his sister, he saw in his mind what it was like when he made love to Mai. She looked at him with such joy, such deep abiding love, the kind of emotions that she shared only with him. He saw them all in her face when they were together. When he looked into Azula’s eyes he saw only unbridled lust, lust for power, lust for sex, lust for whatever she set her sights on, and he suddenly realized that he couldn’t do this.

Just as suddenly as he’d gone in, Zuko pulled back out and simply dropped Azula to the bed. It took her a moment to realize that something had gone wrong, and by the time she sat up on the bed, Zuko was already putting his pants on.

“What are you doing, Zuko?” She was obviously not happy with him, but that was something he was going to have to live with.

“I can’t do this, Azula.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I mean I can’t do this.” He said, motioning toward the bed. “I can’t be with you like this anymore. All I can think about is Mai.”

“Was it Mai you were thinking of when you had your head between my legs?” She yelled indignantly. “Was it Mai you were thinking about when you were spraying your juices all over me and massaging my tits, Zuko? You enjoyed this every bit as much as I did. You can’t deny it.”

“It’s Mai I’m thinking about now.” He said firmly. “And that’s why I’m telling you that we can’t do this anymore.” He was clothed enough now to head out into the corridor, and he decided that the less time he stayed in this room, the better. So he moved toward the door.

Azula leapt from the bed. “Don’t you dare, Zuko! Don’t you walk away from me!” But before she could do anything he was out into the corridor, and as angry as she was, she wasn’t about to run out after him completely naked. She found a robe and threw it on, tying it at the waist and then rushed into the corridor just in time to see her brother disappearing around a corner.

“You’ll be sorry!” She screamed after him. She’d be damned if she was going to let Zuko just walk away from her like that. It was a slap in the face to her authority and worse still, she hadn’t cum yet. “I’ll make sure you regret this for the rest of your life.” But he was gone, and she wasn’t about to run after him with nothing but a robe on. So she just stood there in the corridor, burning with rage (which in her case was almost a literal truth).

After seething for a moment she noticed two other people standing in the corridor. They were wearing Fire Nation uniforms like everyone else, but hanging unobtrusively at their waists were small skins of water. They were some of the expert benders from the northern Water Tribe. They’d witnessed the incident in the corridor and had been just about paralyzed with fear seeing Azula so enraged, because they’d also gotten a good look at what she was capable of up on the deck during her sparring match with Zuko. Now disheveled and half-crazed, she was more frightening than ever.

“You two!” She said loudly, pointing down the corridor at them. “Come with me.” Then she turned around and stalked back into her cabin.

The two Water Tribe men looked at each other for a moment. They were both frightened of going after her. In her state it was entirely possible that she simply wanted to take out her rage on them. Then again, not obeying her could prove even more costly. In their few days at sea with this ship, they’d seen one or two instances of her discipline. It was not pretty. So they followed her.

The two men filed into her cabin and stood at attention, warily watching Azula who stood there in her robe, facing the wall opposite them. “Close the door.” She said coldly without even turning to look at them. One of the men swallowed hard but did as he was instructed. Then they simply stood there again as Azula continued to stand there staring at the wall, apparently in thought about something. The her hands moved, causing them both to jump ever so slightly, but the hands, lethal weapons that they knew them to be, didn’t turn toward them. Instead they went to her waist and a moment later the red robe fell to the ground.

Their eyes went wide as they got a full view of the smooth, milky white skin of her back, leading down to her firm round buttocks. Then she turned around and their jaws dropped at the site of her luscious breasts and her teenage pubic mound with its shock of black hair.

“The two of you,” she said, “are going to fuck me.” They were unable to make the slightest motion in response, so dumbfounded were the two men, “And you’re not going to be gentle about it.” Still no response, their blank faces, and gaping mouths just stared. “Do you understand!?” She demanded angrily.

This seemed to snap them out of it. Mouths closed and heads nodded dumbly. “Good.” She said with a satisfied smile. Then she sauntered over and sat on the bed again, looking at them expectantly. The waterbenders realized that it was at this point that they were expected to do something, but it took them a moment to realize what exactly that was. Then one seemed to remember and began quickly stripping off his clothes. The other saw this and seemed to decide that this was indeed the proper course of action and quickly followed suit.

The Fire Nation uniforms were still pretty unfamiliar to them, and they struggled a bit trying to remove them as quickly as possible, but despite this, they both managed to strip down in record time. Then Azula had two rather hairy dark-skinned men standing before her, dicks at rapt attention. She practically licked her lips as she looked from one to the other well-endowed waterbenders.

“You,” she pointed at one of them, “over here.” She indicated a spot on the bed next to her.

The man complied and walked, somewhat cautiously over and sat down at the appointed place. She reached out her hand and stroked his shaft for a moment, enjoying its girth. “Yes,” she said, “you’ll do nicely.” She gave him a few more long strokes with her hand before moving her self into position above it, using one hand to steady herself and the other to hold the soon-to-be foreign invader in position for his first foray into enemy soil. She was in no mood for foreplay. She needed a cock in her fast to finish what her brother had started. So she unceremoniously plunged down on to him.

She stayed there for a moment, taking in the sensation of a new dick inside of her. It was thicker than Zuko’s for sure, if not quite as long. The waterbender took this as a signal to begin fondling and suckling on her impressive teenage breasts.

She let him go on like that for a bit, and when she felt him nibble lightly at one of them she cut in, “Bite them.” She instructed. “Bite them harder.” If he was surprised at the order he didn’t show it and simply did as he was told, and she squealed with pleasure. Then she turned to look at the other waterbender who was still just standing there. “Get over here.” She commanded.

He climbed onto the bed and moved into a position where his considerable length was hanging right in front of Azula’s face. As the other man roughly kneaded her tits, she looked up at him, as if asking what exactly it was he was expecting her to do. Remembering what she’d told them, and tapping into some heretofore undiscovered well of courage, the waterbender grabbed hold of her hair and roughly pushed her head toward his waiting dick.

“Oh, yes.” She mewed in approval, taking his cock in her hand and giving it a long lick. “That’s what I need.” Then she went to work on him in earnest, giving his member the full attention of her lips, tongue, and teeth.

The threesome continued like this for a while, one cock buried in the princess to its hilt, while its owner played with her tits and another in her mouth, at times shoved by the force of his hand on the back of her head further than she was completely comfortable with, but it just got her even more excited. Then she felt the pressure of his hand increased, as he shoved her toward him to her limit and came, blasting his semen down her throat.

When he finally released his grip, she pulled back, coughing and she glared up at him angrily. Not noticing this, the other waterbender seemed to get bored or her breasts and reaching back, he gave her ass a firm slap, as if to get her started. She yelped in surprise and pleasure at the unexpected strike. Then she took the hint and began to move up and down on his cock. “Again.” She demanded. And there was another loud slap followed by a cry of pleasure, and she increased the pace of her strokes.

Her mood improved somewhat she looked back at the other waterbender and saw that he was still ready to go. “I’ve got another hole for you to fill.” She said. Glad to have found a respite from her wrath, the man moved around behind her and held her still long enough to make his entrance into her ass.

It had been a little while since she’d had someone in there and quite some time since she’d taken two men at the same time. Azula howled at the feeling as he pushed past her body’s defenses and made his way into her back door. She stopped there for a minute, just wiggling her hips slightly and delighting in the incredibly full sensation. Then she began to move again, writhing on top of the man beneath her as the one behind her tried to make some thrusts of his own.

It was awkward at first, the three of them trying to coordinate their body movements, but before long they were in a rhythm of ecstasy as she bounced on one cock and another was driven into her ass over and over again.

They continued like that for quite some time, Azula screaming out as she went through multiple climaxes, loud enough that she was sure the entire ship must have heard her. She felt the waterbender in her pussy come at least once, possibly twice, and knew from certain grunts and faltering in the rhythm that the one plowing her ass came at least once more, but somehow they just kept on going, not stopping for a minute. She decided that it must be some talent than men of the Water Tribe had and was briefly jealous of those lucky women up north. She was going to have to take full advantage of their talents once she’d conquered the world.

Her whole body was glistening with sweat now from her prolonged love-making session with three different men, and seeing this apparently gave one of the waterbenders an idea. The man beneath her signaled to the other one that he should stop. He did, and Azula looked from one of them to the other. They were still buried inside of both of her holes, but they’d stopped cold.

When she looked down at the man below her she saw him look at the other waterbender and wink. Then he turned to her and said, “Watch this.” He took his hands, which had been once again fondling her breasts and made a quick series of motions. Suddenly she felt something unlike anything she’d felt before.

As she looked at her own arms she saw that the waterbender had frozen the layer of perspiration now coating most of her body into ice. “Oh my god!!” She screamed. “My whole body feels like it’s on fire!” She wasn’t sure whether she loved the sensation or hated it. So for a moment she just stayed there, literally frozen.

“More like on ice.” The waterbender in her ass said, and the two men shared a laugh. Then, without another word, they began pounding her again. The waterbender had wisely made sure not to freeze her privates at the same time as the rest of her body. Neither of them wanted to be sticking their dicks into a block of ice.

This time as they hammered into her, her whole body was aflame with sensation, not an inch of her being denied some kind of signal, pain or pleasure being sent to her brain all at once, and it almost overloaded her. She came in one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced, screaming for more as her body was wracked with waves of pleasure and small pieces of ice rained down from her body as it undulated. After it was passed, she collapsed onto the man beneath her, without the energy to continue further. The men, however, weren’t through.

She felt the cock pull out of her ass, and then out of her pussy. One of them flipped her over roughly, but she had no energy left with which to react. She felt hands drag her to the edge of the bed, and the man who had been fucking her pussy stood on the floor, took hold of her icy behind, slapping it once, causing tiny ice crystals to fall to the floor. Then he buried himself in her ass and began thrusting again.

The other man crawled onto the bed and slapped her ample breasts a couple of times, shaking them around and dislodging tiny ice crystals there as well, before mounting her and burying his member between her mounds.

They fucked her like this for a while, one using her breasts to form a new hole and the other using her rear end. She could hardly feel any of it at this point and continued to lie there, accepting their attentions but not reacting much. When the first one came, he sent jets of semen onto her face and into her hair, pumping the last of his load into the space between her tits. The other one pulled out after his partner had moved and shot his load onto her chest and belly. He seemed to take special pleasure in wiping the last remnants into her teenage tuft of pubic hair.

Then the two waterbender positioned themselves on either side of her head. Neither was willing to actually give her an order, but there was no mistaking what they intended. At this point Azula had neither the energy nor the inclination to put up any kind of argument. So she took them into her mouth, one at a time, and she sucked their members clean. The fact that each of them had at one point been in her ass didn’t phase her in the least, and she carefully and thoroughly cleaned them both. Then, before they could try anything else, a definite possibility as they still seemed to be hard, amazingly enough, she took charge again.

“Get out.” She told them. Despite how drained she was from her mind-blowing series of orgasms, there was no mistaking the authority in her voice, and neither of them wasted any time in moving to leave.

Once they were gone Azula lay there and fell asleep, still covered in ice and semen, dreaming of the day when she would rule the planet.

Elsewhere on the ship Zuko was falling asleep too, thinking about Mai and trying not to imagine what Azula was planning for him in retaliation for what he’d done. There would be more than enough time to worry about that tomorrow, if he lived that long.

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Sorry it's been so long since my last update, but grad school was keeping me pretty busy. Anyway, that's done now. So hopefully this whole thing will get finished pretty soon. Please leave comments, let me know what you guys thought.
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