Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Gratifying The Dragon	By : SouthernDragon Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 71318 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor do I receive compensation or profit from writing about the characters, universe, etc.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
The majority of the reviewers seem to want Katara to get in on the action, so I'll glady oblige (and get some more doggy-style going). ninesenshi/Sailor Nemesis, I know you're wanting to see Katara pregnant. It won't be in this story, because this one is going to show how it happens. When she's next seen, she'll be carrying, and it'll be the same process with Ursa: an initial story, and a follow-up showing the pregnancy.

-----

“Let me go!”

Clad in the garments of the Dai Li she now commanded, the Princess of the Fire Nation paced before her prisoner, a dragon assessing cornered prey. The source of the rebellious shout, Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, strained against the chains anchored to wall, arms uncomfortably spread out to either side of her. Nostrils flared, she gathered enough strength to lunge at the royal standing before her, unshackled legs lifting from the floor in a spirited dropkick aimed for the Firebender’s midsection.
Rather than step back, Azula faced the attack head-on -- rather like an Earthbender, or perhaps more like the stubborn, unflinching Firebending prodigy she was -- warding off the kick with one of her own. The Waterbender’s legs were roughly knocked out of the air by a precise jab from a booted foot, buckling under her and forcing her into a temporary kneel.
“You would be wise to stop resisting. You’ll only hurt yourself further.”
Katara snarled at the Princess as she took measured steps closer. “Stay away.”
Amused by the persistent impudence, Azula closed the gap between them, their torsos a mere fingerbreadth apart. “I would never take orders from a Water Tribe peasant.” If anything, it would inspire the prodigy to continue her aggravating endeavors.
The space between them diminished enough to feel Azula’s breath upon her cheek, the shackled girl took to squirming and writhing against her unbreakable bonds. The royal observed with growing satisfaction the prone form thrashing beneath her. It was a rush of heat to her loins; magma roiling and churning beneath the surface, impatiently awaiting release. The molten warmth surged through her lower belly to pool in her groin, stirring her limp cock to attention. It soon pressed wantonly against the front of her trousers, hard with blood and desire.
In her haste, Katara’s knee involuntarily brushed against her enemy’s inner thigh, drawing a sharp gasp from between her captor’s teeth. Puzzled as to what could evoke such a reaction, her wayward gaze steadied upon the Firebender before her, roving her body for an injury she may have unconsciously inflicted.
But instead of a wound, Azula’s clothed cock pulsed hard and hot against her stomach -- and it was Katara’s turn to gasp, both at the realization of what lay beneath and the heat emanating through the fabric. “How do you even have one of those?!”
Nearly expectant of such an outburst, the Fire Princess sighed airily, fingers lacing around the shackles that bound her prisoner to the earthen wall. “You Water peasants are so mannerless. If you must know, I was born this way.”
Panic gripped the captive Waterbender. Her most hated foe had her pinned, with no escape in sight… and the Firebender herself had a raging hard-on for her. It was disgusting and terrifying all at once.
“Y-you’d better not try anything!” Katara winced at the tremble in her voice. The Princess would latch onto the tremor of weakness and milk it for all it was worth.
“Or what?” Azula’s warm exhalations came in puffs against her ear. If not for the circumstance, it might’ve tickled. “Without water, you’re powerless.”
“I’ll show you powerless!” Gathering her remaining strength for one last hurrah, the Waterbender’s legs shot out from beneath her. A kick in the balls could fell even a Firebending prodigy. It wouldn’t facilitate her escape, for the chains that ensnared her were too strong without her element to brittle them, but it would hopefully be enough to dampen Azula’s lewd enthusiasm.
Unfortunately for Katara, her battle cry had given her enemy that split-second to prepare, and both feet struck air rather than unguarded testicles. Her legs were seized above the knee to be flung backward, ankles twisting unnaturally as she once again found floor beneath her.
“You don’t learn quickly, do you? Do I need to restrain your legs as well?” Her captor almost sounded disappointed at the notion. “It won’t be as much fun if I have to.”
Katara glowered, commanding her limbs to settle down at the deceptively genial threat. The decision to leave her legs unbound granted her a much needed freedom of movement, and she wasn’t about to throw it away on yet another fruitless attack. She would need to bide her time -- with any luck, Aang would burst through the door.
Azula’s needy cock pulsed in its cloth prison, and she knew she was in need of release. Perhaps this wild Water girl could be of service to her.
Her course set, she experimentally rubbed the erecting appendage along Katara’s thigh. The other girl snarled her distaste for the action.
But as soon as she had started, she grounded to a halt, regarding her enemy thoughtfully. “I know you’ve never done this before. The Avatar is just a child.”
The rebuttal was heated; the Waterbender could almost feel it searing her lips as she spoke. “Aang would never force me to do anything.”
Azula sounded bored by her prisoner’s impudence. “I don’t suppose he would, even if he knew how to.” One hand held fast to Katara’s metal-bound wrist, while the other dipped surreptitiously into a pants’ pocket. Before the captive girl could process what happened, a key was being inserted into each shackle.
No way… she can’t be letting me go.
But the reprieve was brief. Before Katara could rub her chafed wrists, she felt she was falling. Instinctively, her hands shot out to break her descent. Now braced upon her palms and knees, she heard the rustling of fabric and felt the rush of air upon her rear.
“What…?”
Her only response was something smooth and hard teasing her crack. She chanced a glimpse behind her to see Azula steadying the twitching dick poking out from her Dai Li uniform. The Firebender’s shaft was thick with arousal, veins pulsating as blood stretched and filled the organ. Did she really plan on shoving it all in? Katara was acquainted enough with her own anatomy to know her vagina was just a thin, untested slit. It would only accept one finger. That thing her enemy was holding wouldn’t go in. It was nearly double the length of an index finger and over twice as wide.
But she wouldn’t show fear.
Deciding to screw with her prisoner’s mind as well as her body, the Princess dipped a hand between Katara’s clenched legs, spreading them apart to reveal her prize.
The Waterbender let out a contentious yelp. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
Azula was silent as she laid claim over her captive’s most private area, pinching and pulling and poking as she went. Unlike herself, the darker-skinned girl was utterly unresponsive to their inevitable tryst. Her opening was dry, her clit at rest, her outer lips shriveled and thin to the touch.
Yet each movement drew a gasp, either of indignation or rising pleasure; she wasn’t sure.
Katara drew her fingers inward, trimmed nails assaulting soft palms and knuckles smashing themselves against the wooden floor. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. It just wasn’t! This was a hated enemy touching her, the scourge of the Four Nations, a tyrant among tyrants. Against her wishes (and her morals), her rear bobbed with the Fire Princess’s motions.
Seeing her prey respond, Azula couldn’t resist a quip. “I see you’re having trouble resisting now.”
“Ugh… don’t let it go to your head!”
The royal grinned knowingly at the unintended double entendre, her fingers languidly grazing Katara’s sex. Her prisoner bucked against her hand. Again, and again, the talons ghosting along the innermost parts of her thighs. Heat flared in the Waterbender’s nethers. Azula was stoking something within her, and although it wasn’t a literal fire, it might as well have been.
This led to the pounding of an impatient fist upon the floor. “Just hurry up and do it! If you want me so badly, just do it already!”
“Oh? So much for your defiance.”
The hand and its prickling claws were removed to be replaced with something else. Azula’s cock head dragged across a hardening clit and brushed along swelling lips as it prodded for Katara’s opening. When she detected the point of entry, she wasted no time burying herself in velvety heat.
The Waterbender whimpered through sealed lips as the invading cock spread apart her virgin entrance. Azula’s invasion was none too gentle -- her prey was untouched; tight, and marginally slick. What dampness was there was clearly not enough to permit a smooth entry. She could’ve stimulated the other girl a few minutes longer for a better result, but it hardly mattered now. Inching inward, a newfound wetness seeped along the underside of her length. She lowered her head for a brief glimpse between their legs. The odd drop or two of blood had stained the floor beneath them.
It hurt; in that moment, it was agony, but Katara would not cry out. She decided early on never to give her enemy the satisfaction of tears or screams. She’d chew her tongue until her mouth was awash with the taste of copper before submitting herself.
Sure enough, the metallic tint that could only be blood swept over her teeth and tongue as Azula forced more of her length inside, the bulbous head scraping against inner walls. Thankfully, if there was anything to be thankful about, the Firebender was uncircumcised, which kept the skin of her shaft supple and nonkeratinized.
Katara bit back a moan as she felt every groove and pronounced vein of her enemy’s member slide further inside, testing the elasticity of her canal. Her body swayed with the quickening thrusts of the Princess behind her. The same heat as before sparked to life in her nether regions, but with more potency; more urgency. Her thighs squeezed together, trapping the submerged cock deep inside.
Azula’s pounding intensified, and in her haste for stability, she seized the captive’s braid. Gripping tightly to the rope of hair, she rocked her hips fervently, confident in her renewed sense of balance. So vigorous was the Firebender’s thrusting that her scrotum slapped against Katara’s thighs. A low, punctuated moan rumbled from her throat as she neared release, her inner fire surging to a crescendo.
Groaning her own approval, the Waterbender was jolted from her own reverie by the sudden raking of talons along her exposed lower back. The coolness of blood clashed sweetly with the heat in the air -- and of her partner. Steam wafted into the air through the Fire Princess’s heavy clothing. Katara pressed back against the girl behind her, pulling the pulsating length deeper still.
That was the motion to open the floodgates, and Azula came at that instant, hot jets of cum blasting the entrance of the Waterbender’s cervix. Spurt after spurt of semen gushed into the cavity until it leaked out beneath her cock and dribbled unhindered onto the floor. She exhaled pleasantly as the weight in her balls subsided and her muscles unraveled.
A new, powerful heat surged through Katara, the Firebender’s seed filling her to the brim. Her hips constricted around the softening penis, milking any spunk that remained in the spent organ as her own climax racked her body. As Azula’s grip eased upon her braid, her head shot back to let loose an orgasmic yell, her arms giving way under the strain of taxed muscles to drop her to the wood below her. Heaving for breath, she barely felt the removal of the appendage responsible for her exhaustion and euphoria.
Eyeing the placid Waterbender beneath her, Azula gave her dick a few good shakes before stowing it back in her trousers. “I thought you would be more resilient than that. I see I gave you too much credit.” A thoughtful pause silenced her as she laced herself up. “But it was good, I’ll admit that much. We’ll have to do it again, peasant, assuming I wouldn’t break you next time. In fact, I think I’ll keep you. I’ve already claimed you as mine.”
Katara murmured a rebuke between tired lips. “…I don’t belong to you… just because you were my first.”
“Even if you feel that way, you’re still mine. I’m keeping you. Once you’ve recovered, I’ll be sending you to the crystal catacombs beneath the city. No one will be able to see you without so much as my clearance.”
The Waterbender inclined her head in defiant bravery. “Do what you will… I’ll find a way to escape -- and Aang will come for me.”
Unfazed, the Princess shrugged as she strode toward the door. “I’ll be waiting for him. You should hope for his sake that he doesn’t.”
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Gratifying The Dragon