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Prisoner of War	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Six –

Play dead. No, no! That’s not right. Play dumb! Azula commanded herself. Qiang, the bastard Earth Kingdom general, had called her bluff. Uncle Iroh had learned long ago never to play Pai Sho with her. When he bluffed, she would always burn his lotus tile. Her captor was about to learn a very harsh lesson.

“As you wish, husband,” she murmured through gritted teeth and started to unbutton her clothing. Staring into his green eyes, she disrobed. The lust in his gaze was unmistakable as she bared her breasts, the nipples tightening in protest against the bitter snap of the nighttime air. Her courage faltered as she went to remove her pants, and she turned around to shimmy out of her trousers. They pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them, beating a hasty retreat to the bed.

Rubbing his cock through his trousers in an effort to ease the ache, Qiang bit his bottom lip. As Azula lay on her side facing away from him, he thought he might disgrace himself. It would be so easy… spreading her legs and sating the hunger that drove him to distraction. He could just imagine the tight velvet grasp of her channel as it milked his aching flesh. He could just imagine waking up in her arms with her as his blanket… the subtle shift of her hips and his, and how he would be buried balls-deep within the hot confines of her body.

But she wasn’t meant for him. If the Earth King demanded her head on a platter, Qiang would give it to him. If the Earth King wanted to bed her in front of the royal court, Qiang would deliver her.

A pang of jealousy wormed its way into his thoughts. He shook his head and tried to banish it. One did not develop emotional attachments to one’s prisoner, no matter how delectable said prisoner looked without a stitch of clothing on. Jealousy mixed with anger. He had obviously underestimated the princess’ resolve. She was set on seeing this ruse to its end, and he would be more than happy to call her bluff.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before walked toward the tent flap.

Azula watched the flex of muscles in his back as he walked out of the tent with a satisfied smirk. “Coward.”

She yanked the furs over her body and shivered. It was much too cold to be parading around camp naked. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had yet to eat anything that day. It was a sensation she was just going to have to get used to. Qiang obviously wasn’t much into feeding his prisoners.

The tent flap opened and a parade of soldiers filed in. Some of them glanced her way, while others paid her little attention as they carried water buckets back and forth to the iron tub for their general’s bath. At least she was lucky that the man bathed on a regular basis. Just as the last soldier left, her “husband” returned with two bowls of food that made her mouth water. Even the slop that Jin Dee served sounded appealing.

Qiang grinned. It hadn’t taken Azula long to cover up once he had sent his men in with the bath water. He just hoped that his “wife” remembered how to Firebend. He hated cold water for his bath. He set the bowls down and pushed one toward her. “I got broth for you, seeing as your stomach is unsettled.”

Yanking the pelt off the bed, she wrapped it around herself and approached the table. “Thank you.”

She sat across from him, desperation and hunger pangs overruling her acting abilities. She grabbed the bowl, not caring that it burned her hands. Her hunger was too great to ignore. She gulped the hot liquid, dribbling it down her chin in her haste. She eyed the bread on his plate with undisguised envy. “M-may I have some bread please?”

Qiang smothered his grin. Maybe she was delusional. For her to humble herself was totally out of character. Unfortunately for her, he still wasn’t sold on her performance. Feeling charitable, he broke the bread in half and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she replied, breaking a small piece off, popping it into her mouth, and chewing it thoughtfully. Hunger was a humbling experience.

Using his bread to scoop up the remnants of his meal, Qiang pushed away from the table and held his hand out to her. “It’s time to bathe.”

Azula looked at his hand as though it were a venomous snake and choked on the bread that she was chewing. “I… I’m… not feeling well, my lord.”

He bit back his laugh. Such courage… such cunning… and she was going to back down know? “A bath will make you feel better, my love.”

“B-but the water is cold,” she stammered.

“You haven’t forgotten how to Firebend, have you?” Qiang questioned, gently pulling her to her feet and pushing the fur from her body.

She shivered against him and met his challenging gaze. The bastard had an answer for everything. She studied the oval tub with trepidation and anticipation. She longed for a bath.

He tugged on her hand, leading her to the aluminum contraption. “I’ll even wash your back,” he purred seductively.

She dug her heels in and made a grab for the blanket of furs that had been her only protection from his lustful gaze. “I thought you were to go first.”

He chuckled, gathering her hands in his. “We’ll bathe together. You find the experience quite pleasurable.”

“We can’t possibly fit in… that.” Azula struggled to breath. Her heart raced. She was freezing, yet she was burning up. Perhaps she was ill. What was wrong with her? Why did his words send shivers of pleasurable tingles throughout her body?

“Trust me.” Qiang grinned, pressing her palms against his chest. “We fit.”

She could feel the fire of blush in her cheeks as she flexed her fingers against his hair-covered pectorals. Agni, this felt decadent.

He hissed and covered her hands. He ached to possess her, but his duty would not allow such a dalliance. Guiding her hands to his trousers, he stared straight ahead. “Undress me, wife.”

“B-but I’m ill,” she sighed breathlessly, her exhalation brushing the skin of his chest. “We can’t possibly…”

Qiang hid his triumphant smile and helped her divest himself of his trousers. Hopefully, he maintained some of his sanity after this exercise. “It’s just a bath, princess,” he groaned and pressed his cock against the silken surface of her stomach. He bit back a curse.

Azula shivered, whether it from the cold or the desire, she wasn’t sure. “Just… just a bath,” she repeated.

“Heat the water, Azula,” he commanded huskily. “If you start to feel better. Perhaps we shall indulge in more than a bath.”

Agni, she wished she could puke on him again. But her stomach was blissfully sated. He was going to keep pushing her until she folded and admitted her deception. Well, he was going to be sorely disappointed. “As you wish, husband.”

He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as he watched her heat the water. The fluid grace of her stance had him rock hard and aching. She tested the water with her hand and backed away. “I hope the water meets with your satisfaction.”

Qiang captured Azula around the waist and pulled her against him. “I’m sure it will.”

She squeaked in protest as he climbed into the tub and settled her onto his lap. Water sloshed over the sides, giving way to displacement. Her husband wasted no time, grabbing the soap and lathering up in his hands.

Azula was awash in new sensation. The feel of his manhood nestled against her fleshy bottom made her tremble. His hands on her breasts and stomach made her groan. His lips along the column of her throat were heavenly. All rational thought… all hatred ceased to exist. She ached in places she had never paid much attention to before.

Lust consumed logic. Her punishment was his torture. His control slipped as he washed her. His touch was anything but clinical. It was designed to torment her as much as it tormented him. Her breasts fit in his palms perfectly. It was as if the Goddess had designed this woman specifically for him, but that was no so. He had been tortured before, but this was excruciating.

He nipped and sucked her neck, marking her as his, uncaring if the men in his camp would see the visible testament of his disgrace. This woman was his. If any dared to touch her, he would kill them. Duty and honor to his king and country ebbed and flowed through his consciousness.

She clasped the sides of the tub and pushed back against him in welcome abandon. Guilt impeded his pleasure. Either she was willing to see this deception through or she really was impaired.

Unwilling to end the façade and not yet quite convinced of her injury, Qiang upped the ante and slid his hand over her stomach and down to the thatch of dark hair between her legs. He expected resistance. What he got was complete submission. He could not ignore her invitation as she spread her legs and gasped. He dipped his fingers into the font of her heated core and touched the sun.

She was tight, reminding him of the rare gift a woman could bestow on a man. He longed to be that man, but fate had other plans for her. For now, he would have to content himself with a glimpse of heaven.

Azula embraced the role of loving wife with anguished abandon. She should be fighting this man, not welcoming him into her body. Her virginity would be a small price to pay for his trust. Once she had his trust, she would strike. “Husband,” she gasped breathlessly, covering his hand with hers in wanton invitation.

Qiang growled, tilting her head back and capturing her lips. With his tongue, he mimicked the rhythm of consummation, thrusting it in and out of her mouth.

His fingers danced along her moist slit and clitoris, and he plucked the distended nub with skill and ease. When her first orgasm washed over her, it was tinged with fear and panic. It was heat personified… an explosion of ecstatic proportions. Azula arched her back and pressed his hand deeper. He touched the proof of her innocence and cursed, for he yearned to break through it and claim her as his.

Frustration mingled with guilt as Qiang realized the harsh reality of the temptation before him. Her response had been too genuine. Even now, as she nibbled his bottom lip, she purred like a contented cat.

Perhaps Azula’s injury did impair her judgment.

That thought was like tossing icy water on an open flame. How could he justify taking something that didn’t belong to him? If he gave in to his body’s basic demands, how would he be able to look at his own reflection?

The Fire Nation princess had made her view of him perfectly clear. She hated him. She would never willingly submit to his carnal demands. Visions of her riding him danced through his head, causing the ache in his loins to become painful. He would just have to deal with it.

Azula surprised him when she jerked away and turned around. She knelt between his legs, eying the jutting tip of his cock that broke the surface of the water. She reached out and he caught her hand. “Don’t… touch me.”

Azula contained her smirk. “But, you are my husband.”

He pushed her away. “Get out.”

“I –”

“I will attend to my own needs, wife,” he growled, grappling with the urge to take what she so freely offered. “The water is growing cold and I do not want you to catch a chill.”

She climbed out of the tub and shivered, whether from the cold or the heightened nerve-endings Qiang had toyed with. She felt wanton and shameless, giving in to him the way she had. But a purpose had been served…

The general was not impervious to her, his doubts and frustration etched upon his granite features.

“Take my robe… and go to bed.” Qiang scrubbed his skin and averted his gaze.

She snatched the robe and wrapped it around her. She wasn’t about to argue with his sudden charity, but she couldn’t resist tormenting him. “But I’m not tired.”

“Do as your told, or I will bend you over my knee and spank you!” he barked, splashing water toward her.

Jumping away, Azula covered her smile with the sleeve of his robe and obeyed his command. She climbed onto the bed and arranged the pillows and furs.

“Once you are dry, take the robe off and hang it next to the fire,” he instructed, his voice husky with lust.

Like an obedient wife she did as she was told, casting a coquettish look over her shoulder as she walked past the tub. Her body throbbed, the fire within it stoked and renewed for more of his touch. What was it about this man that made her feel this way? She should hate him, not crave his touch.

Sliding the robe of her shoulders, she hung it next to the fire and strode to the bed, still damp in the area between her legs. Climbing into bed, she feigned sleep.

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The water was like ice by the time Qiang climbed out. He banished thoughts of Azula’s heat around him. She was not his to take. She belonged to his sovereign. He made his way toward the cast iron stove and used the robe to dry himself. Tossing the robe onto the ground, he climbed into bed and gathered the princess into his arms.

Instead of stiffening like she normally did, she sidled up to him and provided him with much needed warmth. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

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