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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ming-Hua took out the guards with barely any effort at all, whipping her fluid arms through the air and stealing away the men's consciousness. They crumpled to the icy cavern floor almost as one and the waterbender stepped over their awkwardly splayed bodies. The cage before which they had stood fared little better underneath Ming-Hua's assault. Its thick steel bars were swiftly encased in searingly cold ice, which then snapped moments later as Ming-Hua exerted her powerful will. The broken door fell to the ground with a crash that rang through the vast cavern, carved deep into the earth, and Ming-Hua stepped over it into the cage itself.
A woman stood at in front of her, tall and with a mass of tangled black hair piled atop her head. Her hands were chained together, a steel collar locked around her throat to which was connected a steel plate cast over her eyes. It was this which Ming-Hua dealt with first. Sharpening her watery limbs, she deftly threw her arms forward and sliced right through the metal links of the woman's heavy-duty blind fold. They clattered to the floor, filling the cage with silence once they lay still. As the weight fell away from her face, the woman carefully opened her natural eyes, the third tattooed intricately across her forehead. A dark, thin eyebrow arched severely.
"You."
Ming-Hua lowered her arms, her fluid limbs growing docile. "Me," she quietly rasped.
A towering, imposing figure, even when in chains, P'Li still moved with startling swiftness. Her long arms flashed up and her hands, a dull length of chain rattling between them, caught Ming-Hua around the throat. She staggered backwards under the taller woman's direction, until her back was pressed up against the hard, ice encrusted wall of P'Li's cell. Wrapping slender fingers around her neck, thumbs pushing down on her thorax, P'Li snarled down at her.
"What took you so long?"
"I had my own problems to deal with first," Ming-Hua tightly replied.
P'Li's dark, amber eyes dropped an inch or two. "You made me wait," she spoke slowly, "for thirteen long years."
Ming-Hua didn't answer. She couldn't either way, what with P'Li's mouth pressed over hers. The first kiss was the softest Ming-Hua had experienced in all her lifetime; the second was the most desperate.
"Give yourself to me," P'Li said, breathing hard, "all of you, like you used to."
Ming-Hua bent underneath the force of the woman's desire, her head tilted upwards to meet her mouth. P'Li's teeth bruised the edge of her lips, swelling thin, pale flesh with each bite. Her writhing tongue pushed deep and hotly filled Ming-Hua's small mouth. She grunted hard when P'Li shoved her again into the wall, feeling the woman's chained hands grope her harshly as they fell away from her neck.
"Too many layers," P'Li growled, when she hooked her fingers into Ming-Hua's clothes and began to tear the tightly wrapped fabrics loose. Cold hands forced a husky gasp out of her throat when P'Li uncovered her chest, ripping away the white strips of her bindings. Molesting small, pert breasts as she buried her face in the crook of Ming-Hua's shoulder, P'Li earned herself another rasping grunt upon sinking her teeth into the smaller woman's flesh.
"Too long have you gone without bearing my mark," P'Li murmured throatily, and when Ming-Hua shivered it was not for the sharp chill in the air. "Skin so cold, so pale, like a flower. But you are not delicate, are you?"
P'Li's mouth began to rove with no discernible pattern, hotly inscribing desire all over her. Ming-Hua soon bore the indents of the woman's teeth above her breasts and P'Li did not hesitate to pull the stiff, sensitive flesh of her nipple between her lips, parting them to suck her darkly circled areolae into her mouth. Without warning, P'Li's hands were about her slender throat again, lustful madness burning in her wild eyes.
"You are mine," the woman hissed at her, "only mine." She swept down and Ming-Hua choked as P'Li's tongue forced its way into and claimed her mouth. Her teeth peeled slowly off her lower lip as the woman drew away, leaving Ming-Hua flush and panting against the wall. "Now free me of these infernal chains."
A slave to the woman's will, Ming-Hua hastened to obey. P'Li's bonds froze over and shattered, falling in pieces to the ground around their feet and promptly forgotten. P'Li's gaze so intense that she was almost glaring at her, the waterbender felt a wave of heat prickle across every last inch of her skin. Despite the thirteen years she had spent in her specially engineered prison, with air so dry she croaked perpetually with thirst, Ming-Hua in this moment, as P'Li's hands curled around the bars of the cell above her head, had never felt so hot. She bent in the next under the force of the woman's mouth.
The contact felt less like a kiss and more like an attack. P'Li bruised her lips and made her choke on her tongue. She made Ming-Hua gasp desperately for breath when fingers tangled into her long, thin hair held her in place until her chest painfully ached. Her breasts heaved when the woman finally pulled away. With her head tilted back and flesh exposed, a primitive, deeply rooted anxiety made the waterbender bodily stiffen as P'Li's tongue laved her skin. Ming-Hua whimpered weakly at the feel of teeth grazing her throat.
"Are you afraid of me?" the tall woman whispered into the crook of her neck.
Ming-Hua shook her head. "I'm not," she breathed, "but you make me feel like I should be."
"I won't hurt you," P'Li said, "but I will make you scream."
She did just that when the woman shoved a pair of long fingers into her snatch. P'Li spared not a single moment, burying the digits into the hot, slick depths of the waterbender's sex and mashing the heel of her palm against Ming-Hua's sensitive nub. The woman gasped sharply and clenched her teeth, going flush in the face as she heard herself squelch to the rhythm of P'Li's insistent thrusts. Her thighs were divided as she stood under the woman's imposing shadow, gripping onto the cell bars with a desperate, watery grip. Though merely her fingers were the instrument of her penetration, P'Li fucked into Ming-Hua with her whole body, pumping her shoulder as she rocked against the smaller woman.
"I dreamt for years of seeing this look on your face again," P'Li murmured huskily, "to hear you moan in wanton lust for me."
And Ming-Hua was moaning, heat and pleasure spreading to her very extremities under the assault on her cunt. P'Li's fingers thrashed inside of her and she clenched down hard on them, stretched tight when a third squeezed its way between her glistening folds. A blinding burst of starlight made Ming-Hua cry out suddenly, her voice ragged as her toes curled in her boots and the scorching touch of delight flayed her skin. P'Li remained unsatisfied until a second climax swept crushingly through Ming-Hua's slim body, snarling as she pumped ruthlessly between her legs. Boneless in the aftermath, Ming-Hua's legs gave way and she collapsed to the cold ground,
P'Li caught her. Her amber eyes shone in the dim light, taking in the dishevelled state of her robes and wrappings, the pair of small, marked breasts pushing up into the air and the tight, conflicted expression Ming-Hua wore as she panted. P'Li raised an eyebrow in query.
"We need to go."
P'Li understood. Time was always short, always moments stolen to truly enjoy each other's company. She reached down and began helping to fix the waterbender's clothes.
"You'll have all the time you need to please me," she told Ming-Hua, "later."
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