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Omiai	By : sherawksyou Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 7211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N - Thank you, thank you, for the comments! I'm really glad you thought I kept Ozai's character. I have a few ideas for Ozra floating in my head. I'm not quite sure how they'll stack up, but I do have a fic that's not Ozra coming out soonish. Give it a week or two.

- Yeah, it's still not mine, folks.

She heard the prince chuckle and she opened her eyes to see he had moved to the side of his large bed. He had removed his crown and took down his topknot and was placing his crown onto the stand where the jar still sat. As the young man smoothed out his long black hair, his eyes met his bride's as she recovered from her orgasm.

The prince slid onto the bed behind her and gently grabbed the sleeves of her ruined robe to pull her closer to the middle of the bed. Too defeated to fight more, Ursa pushed herself so her head rested on his knee. He tore a long strip from the uchikake and gently began to wipe her face clean of the makeup around her eyes and cheeks, leaving her lips the color of a wound. He then used the backside of the torn cloth wipe his lips and mouth clean.

Golden eyes studied her prone form as he fingered the sweaty locks of her hair. He gave an absent pat to her cheek and lifted her head so he could move off the bed. "Do not move," He commanded.

She turned her head, a small defiant gesture, to watch him undress. His hakama fell to the floor along with the golden obi. The prince then shrugged off the flowing formal kimono and then his undid his fundoshi. The clothing formed a pool of scarlet and gold. As she had surmised when he squeezed her, he was muscular. Strong, broad shoulders, trim waist, and solid muscles along his back. When he turned, Ursa's gaze flickered back to the ceiling and she breathed deeply.

He was hard and Ursa quickly dismissed the idea that the man was small.

The prince was by her side again, his erection pressed against her thigh. She felt his eyes on her face as his finger traced her the wet folds of her sex. Ursa closed her eyes as she her body flush. His finger entered her and pumped vigorously, almost mechanically. The motion was rather coarse in comparison to the delicate way in which he had tasted her. The young woman suspected he was ready for his pleasure and what he was doing now was something of a favor.

Another finger was added and Ursa moaned at the slow widening. His thumb had found her over stimulated clit and began to rub it in hard circles. She bit her lip at the third finger that joined the rough pumping. Fingers expanded and flexed within her sex before the prince bent over to press a tight kiss at her lips.

Suddenly his hands withdrew and he straddled Ursa's hips to stand on his knees. He leaned over her and his long ebony hair brushed over her breasts. He took the thick flesh of his erection between his hands and arranged the head to press against her swollen lips.

"It will hurt," He murmured, nearly apologetic, and pressed forward.

And it did, but it was not the burning sensation she suspected or the agony she had read about. She bit her lip and tasted blood before buried her face against his neck. Ursa could feel the nervous energy prickle over his skin as his body pressed against hers. "Now," Her husband whispered, his hand roughly caressed her hip. "Now you may say my name."

Ursa nodded against the prince’s neck and spent a moment under him, her breath soft against his skin. It felt strange, waiting for her skin to become used to a hard organ, pulsing withen her depths; uncomfortable and filling at the same time. Her nose took in the smell of his hair, a sharp strange smell that reminded her of a lingering storm. She found herself running her fingers through the dark silks of his hair and was surprised at it's softness.

Finally, the skin didn't feel so tight about her and she tested her hips with a gentle wiggle. "Ozai," She sighed, not quite relaxed, but ready."Go on."

Ozai softly kissed Ursa's neck before he drew back, leaving his head within her sex and his fingers curled at her hips. He re-entered her in a sharp, hard thrust, burying himself almost to the hilt. Ursa yelped and clung to his dark hair as he continued to thrust into her in an increasing tempo. Each stroke was hard and his nails of his dug into the soft flesh of her hip

She panted in time his strokes and peered at his face through thick lashes. His expression almost primal, his eyes livid and molten. She hadn't meant to, but the young bride made a faint whimper as she waited for her husband to come.

The prince paused and pulled his torso away, unsheathing himself except for the crown of his errection within her folds. Ozai studied her then, and Ursa looked up at him. The sleeves and skirt of her robe were soaked and clung to her skin. Her nipples were peaked and she noticed his were too. She couldn't help but lift her hand from his hair, and brush over one of the coppery buds of flesh.. A flicker of soft pleasure crossed Ozai's face and his full lips pressed together in a small smile.

Then his expression hardened as he grabbed her legs and pulled them to rest over his shoulders. He rested against her thighs and then began to thrust into her at the same brutal pace as before.

This time, his erection was at an angle that rubbed along the top of her sex, rubbing aganist ridged area below her entrance deep within her. The warm knot was building again.“Ozaaii..." She keened, her eyes fluttered closed and her toes began to curl against his shoulders.

For a moment the room was filled the crackling of fire and energy, the soft wet sounds of withering flesh, and her rising cries. She heard him growl low and feral and his eyes were slits of pure gold. He pushed harder into her as he took her and slowly she found herself nearly bent in half. Ozai's hands held her knees tightly and as she clutched the coverlet again. Ursa swore he smiled as she came wordlessly yet again, smoke curling between her fingers, and her hips arching into his brutal thrusts.

Ozai's hands clutched her knees tighter and his expression became fiercer than before.Through the haze of her post orgasm, Ursa watched him thrust a few moments more, head bowed and dark hair cloaking his expression. Then he stopped, shivered and hissed, hot smoke escaping his lips and curling around them like a fog before he came with a roar and his hot seed spilled into her. He was frozen for a moment before he drank a deep sigh.

The prince slid down to lay between Ursa's legs then grabbed her hair to pull her into a crushing kiss. All Ursa could do was return the kiss as his weight sunk over her form and pinned her down. Ozai was warm, his hair soft, and he seemed very content in the young woman's eyes. "Darling little bird..." He purred roughly against the soft skin of her jaw and his arms circled around his new wife. "I think I'm glad I chose you... we're going to get along well."

Ursa let her eyes fluttered closed, shaken at the words but too tried to care.

His lips still tasted like ember.
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