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In Bai Shan	By : Gunwild Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Sokka/Toph Views: 28262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Bai Shan
Chapter 4
By Gunwild
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Aang almost didn’t wake up on time because of how comfortable his bed was. He only decided to rise when he found that nature was calling – and while it might be worth answering it right here, just to stay wrapped in the warm, feathery comfort, he was somebody’s guest. Ah, well. Maybe someday he could have a bed of his own to never leave, even when he needed to pee.
He tried not to disturb the bedspread as he left it. Wiggling his toes, which his circulation didn’t seem intent on visiting, he walked over to the doors, yawning with hurricane force – which, or course, unmade his blankets. He blinked, pretended he didn’t notice and exited, not forgetting his glider staff.
He was in enough of a hurry that he didn’t dress himself before heading into the hallway. To his surprise, the young female servant from the previous evening was waiting nearby. She averted her eyes politely. “Sorry, master Avatar. I really cannot apologize enough, I mean!”
“I’m just shirtless,” he observed, looking down at his own body. Actually, he was only wearing his under-things, but he was hardly embarrassed by that. In fact, he was rather proud of his leg tattoos, which were rare even among the Air Nomads. “Do I have something on my face? Or belly button lint?”
The girl shook her head, still shielding him from sight with her hand. “No, master Avatar. Besides, it is not my place to say. If there is nothing else?”
“Uhh, I guess not. Thank you.” And he was left alone in the hallway. This let him scratch his crotch. Sometimes he felt hot, stiff and itchy down there in the morning, and his pants fit poorly. Still, he decided it would be prudent for him to don them for the time being, as the people here might have odd hang-ups about the human body. *Strange folks. Sure know how to treat an Avatar, though!*
***
Sokka made a rather big production of passing his sister’s room early that morning, only to find that she was still fast asleep and wouldn’t be inferring anything based on whether he was awake or not. Thus assured, he reentered his shared room with Toph to spend some nice, non-frenzied bonding time with just words and hugs.
That was his intention, anyway. She didn’t seem to be thinking the same thing.
“Toph!” he exclaimed, slamming the door shut frantically. The last thing he needed was for somebody to get the impression he was some kind of early morning pervert. He was a nice regular nighttime pervert, thank you very much. “Put that away!”
She’d been dressed when he left her but had pulled down her pants and lain on her back to inspect herself. In the case of a blind girl that meant touching. Thorough touching. “Hey, I’m just giving myself a routine examination. You’re the peeper.”
“You have to check up on it? What, are you afraid something’s going to start hibernating in there?”
“That does happen, you know.”
Sokka balked. “Really?!”
She frowned, though she was inwardly amused. “I’m talking about pregnancy, witless warrior.”
“Oh.”
“I might want to have kids someday, after all, when I’m older, and not just a little girl being taken advantage of by a big strong ma-a-an.” She faked a pout, then sniffed the air. The *scent* was normal, at any rate. It would be bad if it got so that Toph’s dear boy didn’t want to visit down there anymore because conditions degraded. “Besides, it’s good to know the layout. Make sure everything is nice and familiar so I know what we’re doing when we ah… you know.”
“I definitely know. It’s like my favorite thing.”
This time she couldn’t hold back her smile. “Mine, too. So I want to make sure it goes smoothly…”
“Smooth. Right.” She still didn’t quite understand how easily a man could be stimulated just by seeing things. Of course, she didn’t really understand much about seeing this, at all. He meandered his way across the room, thinking thoughts he was very glad other people didn’t know about and eyeing Toph’s naked, enticing self. Her legs were already so long. When she got a bit older every man she met would want to get between them. *Though I got in to stake my claim already. Good for me.* Toph seemed to have completed her checkup and he raised a finger, reaching out to feel her before she got clothed again. Her breath caught satisfyingly. *I’m like some kind of bold explorer in treacherous territory. Yes sir.*
“Is now the time for…” she lost track of her thoughts for a moment as he probed her anatomy, but regained them out of worry. “… what if we’re late to…”
“Sorry. You seduce me once, I stay seduced.” The wetness Sokka encountered told him she wasn’t going to protest seriously. “You know that Kae girl kept giving me the eye? She’s so not my type, though. ‘Cause when I’m with you…” He hopped onto the bed, lying next to her warm form but still gently probing inside her. Everything he did made her breathe differently, especially when he curved his finger, then straightened it again. “… the earth practically moves!”
She laughed at his dumb talk, kissed him. “Plus it’s not bad to have a girl who can save you when you cheese off the Fire Nation.”
“I won’t argue with you. Since when do you say ‘cheese off,’ though?”
Toph struggled to talk even while excitement was clouding her mind. It was harder for her to deal with having anything in there than he realized. *You don’t know what you do to me, Sokka.* “You don’t get to judge the way I talk. You’re the one who makes… mmh! Bad bending puns.”
***
June was feeling charitable, so she didn’t kill the guard. While it would have made for a fine way to relax after tracing her quarry though the cave, he wasn’t anyone particularly deserving or important and she didn’t want to go through the fuss of disposing of his body. Some shirshu toxin and brown venom-leaf driven into the back of his neck would let him think he’d nodded off at his post, and it would go unmentioned to anyone if he didn’t want to lose his job.
His set of keys was ridiculously old-fashioned and let her know there wouldn’t be any challenging locks up ahead. Nothing she couldn’t pick, at any rate. If she could merely locate the kid she was after, the reward was as good as hers.
The sun had not yet risen high enough that it could shed light through the top of the drained volcano. No one saw her, Iroh or Zuko as they searched for a building with rooms that looked empty.
They found one. She picked a lock, they shut the windows, and all prepared to wait out the daylight. For now they had to hide, but once June’s plan was set into motion there would be no place her bounty could do the same.
***
Lacking as she did any change of clothes she could call pretty, and wanting to look nice for their hosts, Katara took a peek into her room’s attached closet. As it happened, there were several things in her size, among an array of other women’s garments.
*Does he have a lot of female guests? Should I really be gussied up in… wait, will he like this one more?* She threw the first dress she’d taken back into the box it had come from in a wrinkled mess. *What are you thinking, girl? Your new crush is married.* She had to stop doing this to herself. These days it seemed like the first thing she did when she saw a boy her age was size him up, top to bottom, letting her eyes linger on any parts that caught her fancy. More and more she would consider what it’d feel like to touch those points of interest, see a naked man, be naked herself and…
*I’m not one of those girls. I know it’s normal to think about…* She found that she couldn’t fold the pink silk. It was so near to frictionless that it kept slipping against her fingers. *But it shouldn’t be the first place my mind goes! Should it? I don’t need to do that until I’m married, that’s how it’s supposed to be. (Wow, this dress is really good. I think I should wear this one.)*
She did. Katara’s wrists and forearms felt sort of naked in the wide sleeves until she folded her hands together in formal fashion. When she tied the sash, the whole thing clung to her like it was wet. Every place her skin was naked against it, it slid as gently as a caressing hand. It felt great.
*Wow.* Looking down at herself, she wondered if her belly was small enough to pull this off. Her bust looked bigger than Kae’s, but her waist wasn’t as trim. *I… I should do something with my hair. Not to impress anyone. Just to look nice. Have to fix my hair.*
She did that, too.
***
There was a haunting sort of music in the halls. Aang followed it into a round concert chamber. Though the acoustics made it feel like the whole room was singing, it was obvious where it was coming from. Kae and Won were listening to one of their servants strum a nine-stringed instrument. The song was sad. Aang couldn’t fathom it. It he ever learned to play something, it would be to cheer people up and entertain them, not bring them down. Still, the pair of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.
“Darling, our guest may not like this tune.”
He hadn’t even known they were aware of his presence, but already the musician was being waved away and he found himself sitting on yet another cushion. How many of these did one house need, anyway?
“Did you rest?” Kae turned her head, spilling some shiny hair over her shoulder. “Rest well, I mean?”
“That bed was great.” Aang twiddled his toes. “Sheets were tight, though. And I guess it was a little chilly.”
“Out fault.” Won shrugged. “We’ve forgotten how cold it can be to sleep alone.”
Aang couldn’t quite puzzle out what that was supposed to mean, but wasn’t given the chance to probe into it. Katara had arrived in the room, and as sometimes happened his brain decided to start mumbling to him instead of speaking coherently, like it was too distracted by her to do its job.
Had she always been so… curvy? Or was the tight sash around her abdomen emphasizing those features? It make Aang think the dress was just the wrapper for some even better sight, which he wanted to see much worse than he realized. Her hair was down again, today. He had to admit that it suited her relaxed expression. It couldn’t just be his imagination that she looked much more at ease than usual.
“Sister, you look stunning,” gushed Kei, already standing to offer up even more tea. “You’ll turn even more heads than yesterday. You will be going out, I hope?”
Katara offered up some good compliments about what a thrill it would be to see their fancy hidden society before she and Aang went to give themselves a tour, leaving the hosts sitting alone again. Alone to talk.
“I can’t believe how easy it is.”
“We’ve given them no reason to suspect that we’re anything other than gracious and friendly. The older girl, in particular, is easy to coerce.” Won straightened his collar rather proudly. “Did you see? She’s quite taken with me. Thinks herself a slut over it.”
“Maybe she is, dear.” Kae nudged her husband in the side playfully. “That will just break her more completely when the poison begins to work, though I wish Aang had taken some tea. But I don’t think it will matter, in the end.”
“Of course not. They’ll all be ours.”
***
“This is amazing.”
Zuko had picked an angle at which he could look out their apartment’s window without being seen. He could not stop staring at the inside of the hollowed-out volcano, with its open-air top. “It is.”
“Not that. I meant this selection of leaves.” Iroh was busily rummaging in some drawers under a counter. “Whoever moved out of here must have been in a hurry, because abandoning a treasure trove like this can’t be done willingly. I would kick myself every day for the rest of my life. The tea you could make by blending them right would bring the spirits down from the heavens to drink. If *only* I had a measuring cup…”
“Shut up and go *look* for one. If it’s an abandoned building there are probably plenty of tea leaves to find.” June was staring daggers at him – and since she had a dagger on her belt, it probably meant that she was thinking about using it.
“Ah, you aren’t unwise.” Iroh stood, stretching his back, which popped as he sighed with relief. June winced at the gross noises. “Well, I’ll be gone a while, the idea seems promising.”
Zuko stared after him as he left. Why had he mentioned how long he’d be gone? What did that have to do with anything? What did he know? What did he suspect? He hoped he wasn’t being paranoid – but then, there was the question of if he was being paranoid *enough.* His cursed uncle was so crafty…
“So how do you want to do this?”
June had lain on her side and crossed her thighs. He could tell what she was talking about, although he didn’t find her pose particularly arousing. He’d seen that look on predatory animals that seemed to be relaxing but obviously considered themselves in charge of things. He’d often roasted them alive while hunting. “If you want something, you’ll have to come and take it from me.”
It was so cute that he thought this was going to be some kind of challenge for her. With a twist of her tight muscles she rolled onto her belly and cocked her head over to one side. “Hm. I might have to do that, unless it’ll make you spoiled.” She placed an open hand on her chest, just above her breasts. “Don’t worry so much about making this personal. It’ll only wind up with you begging me to suck your cock.”
The vulgar language disgusted him. “I don’t beg.” Zuko looked away. He didn’t need this. Although hearing her say it like that had been… well, unusual. He wasn’t used to hearing women use those words. Even his sister (who said things no one would consider ladylike) didn’t normally resort to profanity.
“You might not beg in so many words, but you want to do it all the time.” Doing a push-up onto her knees, she began crawling towards him with her head down so that her ass stuck up in the air. His good eye glanced at it, but that was more than she needed. He was into it and she could tell. “Look, we don’t have to talk. There are better things we could be doing with our mouths. Or would I be better off handling it by myself?”
She’d seen his type before. A subtle challenge to his masculinity could break his barriers down with ease. There was nothing unusual about it, and nothing really shameful. Some men liked being controlled. This one just didn’t know it yet.
Even though she was on her knees, June knew she was in charge of him while she reached out and grabbed his pants. He was already stiffening and his cheeks were turning red. Now she had to play her opening gambit. “Sit up so I can get at you better.” He obeyed. “Try not to fidget.”
He didn’t know it, but now Zuko was following her orders. That made her his Mistress, the kind with the capital ‘M.’ The only kind a self-respecting woman should be, in her opinion. He started pulling off his clothes piece by piece, and she helped by throwing them aside and feeling him up before he got the chance to do the same to her. *I bet no one’s ever touched his nipples.* He began recoiling, but she pushed harder, with a pinch, and he acceded. They were hard. She licked one so slowly that Zuko’s leg thrashed and he hit his head lightly against the wall. *Funny.*
At one point, somebody – probably Madame Wu, her adoptive mother – had asked why she preferred men so young. Other than not being too old herself, it was probably because they all wanted to submit so badly. Once they were made to see it, the best part came; watching them come to love it, and realize they really were that kind of boy, because she was that kind of girl – the kind who made people give in and didn’t give in herself.
June ran her teeth (careful not to bite yet) over his nipple and, barely brushing his hardest part with her hand, backed away. It confounded the poor prince and he followed her as she sauntered over to the one small bed, shedding her clothes as she went. He nearly stumbled on her shirt because he was in such a hurry to follow her hips. *He’s so mine.*
She let him kiss the back of her neck and grip her butt. He needed to learn to focus – June gripped his wrist and slipped it between her legs, then spread herself on the bed. If he wanted foreplay, it had to be on her terms. Zuko poked a finger interestedly at the hot opening down there. He also searched around it, never having had this kind of chance to see what women were put together like. He poked another hole he found down lower.
“That’s my asshole,” June growled. “Keep out of it.”
However, Zuko’s finger, which was already wet and slick, had stuck in her butt just slightly. He pulled the tip of his finger out right away, but that was part of the problem. He did it so fast that June tightened up and gave a little start, showing some of her pleasure. That wasn’t conducive to dominating a boy. She needed to make it seem like he didn’t have to be there at all.
“That was bad,” she insisted, putting her hand on his shoulder so hard it was almost a slap. “You make it up to me.” And she applied pressure to his arm, forcing him to get back to using his fingers. He didn’t seem to realize that he was taking instruction, and that was all to the good. When his fingers went places she liked, she’d reward him with a little sound, but otherwise she did her best not to let him think he was impressive. Though he was, if only slightly. He seemed to understand the rudiments of using style over force, and discovered how to curl his fingers in there all by himself. Not too bad.
She put out a hand. “Let me see it.”
Unlike many women, June was never gentle when handling men. She used all the strength in her fight-hardened hand to squeeze Zuko’s royal part until he actually cringed, then eased up and began stroking it back and forth. Since he was ‘cut’ for whatever reason of his self-important family’s, she had to wet him up a bit to get a good motion started. She did that by sliding her tongue all over the shaft while keeping it stiff. June wanted to make sure he was really ready by paying him back in kind for touching her butthole earlier, but decided it was probably too soon for that. Boys were so touchy about that area, like they were the only people who had one. Maybe when he was really, truly broken she’d get to play in it.
“This time, you lift my leg up.” Even though she said that, it was easy for someone as fit as June to pick one calf up off the bed so high that it sat above Zuko’s arm. He was shaking and naked and staring at her snatch like he didn’t understand what it was for. But he obviously liked the idea of being on top, because he positioned his knees quickly and lined himself up so that June’s torso was lifted from the mattress and he would be ‘falling’ into her. She sneered as he began pushing, and at how he couldn’t resist groaning as he did it. “Come on, start fucking.”
Either he wasn’t the type to talk during, or he was too busy doing what she said to mouth off. In any case, she appreciated the silent obedience – and the enthusiasm she found herself on the receiving end of. He began moving, and angrily. But when she just smiled back at him, it was clear that even though she was on the bottom, and being penetrated, she was the one who was doing him, and she was fantastic. Every time he buried herself in her, she’d push back so that he’d feel just how deeply this could go. Her tight grip on his waist reddened his skin and she pulled herself up straighter to grab the roots of his hair and pull. That hurt, but he wouldn’t shy away, she was sure. In fact, he started manically biting her shoulder like it was a bit and he was an animal. He was, in fact, well on his way to being her pet.
“Harder, boy. Harder, if you can.”
Since he was so big it started to actually hurt her. Good. Now, every time he made his thrusts she felt like her hips had to widen just to accommodate him. He didn’t put thought into it, just forced his way as far in and far out as he could. June was so wet that she was splashing him a little. It was enough fun that she wasn’t above a maniacal cackle while he came (with a good deal of heat and force) inside of her.
June allowed herself to close her eyes and measure her breaths. It had been a workout, she would give him that. And he’d come through it alright, giving her a decent time before he’d come. She wondered if he had another round in him, or…
Oh. He was asleep. It looked like he’d become tired. That was one of the problems with her fetish for young men – until you trained them a bit, their nerves failed them fast.
She did him the favor of putting his clothes back on to avoid awkwardness when his uncle returned, but she didn’t clothe herself. Rather, she washed herself a bit with a rag and sighed.
He hadn’t broken yet. Not like she wanted to break him. If it were some other time and place she’d have tied him up and whipped him and questioned his manhood until he couldn’t do without her, but there would be work to do soon. And once she had the girl, then what? How would she get any sex? A week or more without it would be intolerable. If she kept the boy, maybe it would be easier, but that would make things complicated…
This would be much more straightforward if she still had her shirshu. It was fast enough to get her to a grab and back before the bars opened and not get entangled in all of this interpersonal crap.
She felt like she was a young girl again, walking through the dirt, having to deal with people on their own level instead of riding above them and cracking a whip to keep them down below. When she thought about it, she stood no taller than anyone else in this hidden city, and that disgusted her. She might as well be powerless.
The boy on the bed was very lucky he could help her capture the mark, or she might have hurt him just to feel better about herself. Maybe choked him with something rough. It had always worked for the people who’d owned her.
It made her feel better to rub the whipsnake tattoos on her arms. It reminded her of better times.
***
Aang was having an absolutely spiffy time. He learned that the people in this city never ate meat since they needed every cowpig they had for milk. He found that his favorite slang from a hundred years ago was still known, if not oft-used (the people would nod, at least, if you called them ‘hotman’ or invited them to ‘stay rock steady’). Also good to know was that all kinds of people liked the Avatar, though they weren’t very talkative. That was understandable. They were surely the first contact with outsiders in… how long, anyway?
But the best thing was that he was spending the morning with Katara, and he could find out what she thought the answers to these questions were.
“So how come you think people have spotted waterbenders around here? Do Kae and Won go outside?”
“I guess so,” Katara said. She sounded like she must be thinking about it very hard, because she had a lot of concern on her face.
“I wonder why they don’t have the other people go outside? Because they obviously haven’t been. Maybe we can ask them later.”
“We should.”
She seemed to be focusing less and less on what he was saying, looking nervous and on edge. He put his arm around her in a fashion he hoped seemed friendly, careful not to touch her fancy new dress too much. “Relax, Katara, people are nice here. I’m sure they’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
To his distress, the girl shied away from his touch. Her face was somewhat red. “Um, Aang, I need to, uh…”
He thought he saw what this was about. “There were public bathrooms back there.” He’d found that girls, even Toph, did not like to specifically say that they were gonna go relieve themselves.
“Thank you!” She ran off. Aang wondered if she might have wanted to get away from him. Was it all those questions? Had he messed up?
Or, worse yet, was something wrong with her?
***
Katara was sweating. Even though it was such light material, this damn dress felt like it was a coat. There was so much heat inside – and it was coming from her. The moment she had shut the door to the bathroom she began opening it up to get some air. She pulled it down off of her shoulders. *Oh, no.* Her breasts were excited and red-toned at the top. Had people seen that? She was so embarrassed.
More than that, she was horny, and it was getting worse.
The running water here let her try to cool herself down, but all it did was make her skin tingle and shiver. Why had Aang had to go and touch her like that? It had just been a little burning in her belly, but it had grown and grown and a boy rubbing her own clothes against her didn’t help any. She felt bad, too. He was just a kid. He didn’t need to be thought of in any way that was…
*I don’t want to be sex-obsessed. I’m not.*
But trying not to think about sex made her think about it more. She was aching to masturbate, right here, as fast and hard as she could, and the idea of doing that made her even hotter. *I can’t, Aang is there, I… I can’t have him know what I’m like, or even suspect it.*
There was a wave of heat that hit her, and she was feverish and aching and falling to her knees. She’d gripped herself right though the dress and started rubbing without meaning to, and her erect clit was being slid against fabric. She tweaked it and yelped, trying to cover her own mouth but not able to stop herself from biting her hand. Even her jaws felt like an erogenous zone. This had never, ever happened before.
As she started fingering herself and only half-hoping no one came in, Katara realized that this was not natural. She had been randy before, but it shouldn’t be this uncontrolled. She wasn’t just sick, it had started slowly, from her stomach. It might have been her healing awareness or her imagination, but she could swear that she felt something seeping through her, making her want things she shouldn’t want. *Poison. It’s poison. Some kind of sex drug.* She hadn’t thought they really existed, but it was possible, especially for master chemists and waterbenders…
*They gave me a drug. I’m such a fool.*
Finger-fucking herself furiously, she bit her finger and licked it at the same time, mind forcing her to imagine that it belonged to someone else, and that it was something else. She was losing her ability to think, or even be outraged. She only had her mind on one thing, and she wanted it terribly. *Somebody help me. Somebody help me with this!* Katara wasn’t sure what she meant by that, and didn’t want to know. She only wanted to be sure that this indignity would end soon.
That was when Aang knocked on the door.
***
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5
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NEXT TIME: While Katara’s on the verge of doing who-knows-what, Toph hears a lie that snaps something inside her. Sokka, on the other hand, learns that what you don’t know can hurt you…
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
(It is SO much easier to write about a show when it’s on the air to inspire you, don’t you think? Anyway, I’ve decided this story needs to get finished before I become a mad, toothless old king or something, so I’m going to try putting it out without dallying so much over editing from now on. After all, I could always come back and do the fine-tuning later [yeah, right, like I want to turn into the Lucas of dirty fanfiction]… so, anyway, if people can review and tell me what they liked and didn’t like, I’d be happy to respond to their criticism with more and better writing! So, comment to me and you’ll see results, kids, and I hope I can keep entertaining you. I’d like to thank all the nice, obsessive people who’ve emailed, messaged and threatened me [and Crobdan and Alcaloid and Ironblood and Mousy and all you many funny-handled people who could have really gotten on my case in a mad way, but didn’t]. Your affection for my work, silly though it may be, is heartening to say the least. In fact, it’s why I post these stories, isn’t it? Well, y’all, stay flamin’!)
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(This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Viacom, its subsidiaries or other authorities of Avatar: The Last Airbender trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko.)
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