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The Residency	By : gaijinsakka Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 9869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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In the diminishing evening light, Song strode down the gangplank with all the dignity she could muster, considering she would emphatically not enjoy sitting down any time soon. Behind her, Zuko pressed a purse into the hands of Captain Ch’oe and a murmured bit of advice to seek out Madame Ling. The healer shouldered her new hyeopdo, thinking that between the weapon pressed on her by the crew and the much quicker arrival, at least the voyage wasn’t a total loss, although the price was much too steep; her backside still smarted.
Song pointedly did not talk to or even look at Zuko as their animals and luggage were taken off the ship and led down the pier to the Fire Nation vessel. In fact, it was almost as if she were trying to be as frosty on her top half as she was blazing on her bottom half.
The Shrike-Swallow was not the ideal ship, one of the last remaining Wild Hawk destroyers in service. Slow and underpowered, lacking in both heavy weapons and modern armor, seen fit only for cruising duty in a pacified area like the southwestern Earth Kingdom before the truce and its inevitable destination the scrapyard. Captain Bao had hoped for a run-of-the-mill return voyage before his expectant relegation to a desk; those plans got sunk with a vengeance when the Firelord, a local girl, and four ostrich-horses came strolling down the quay.
“Captain? We will need transport to the Homeland. When do you sail?”
After Bao managed to stop gaping, he replied “we can cast off at your word, Highness. The Swallow is at your disposal.”
“I asked when you were ready, Captain. I don’t want us to interrupt your schedule,” said the young man, his years of experience in the Fire Nation Navy telling him it was an extremely bad idea to march in and mess with his captain’s command.
“Ah, we had planned on catching the next tide, so, a few hours?” the beleaguered officer stammered. He had never expected to even talk to royalty, let alone host an oceanic voyage for one.
“Good. Can you have some crew see to the horses? And I’m afraid we will be needing your quarters, and that of one of your officers…”
“Just your quarters,” Song cut in. “With an extra cot.” The look she gave Zuko should have at least maimed.
The Firelord ground his teeth but nodded. “As she says. This is Song, and she’s…a handmaiden for my fiancée,” Zuko emphasized.
Bao’s eye quirked slightly. Zuko groaned inside, thinking that even if the captain believed him, such an excuse didn’t preclude a more intimate relationship. Firelords had often dallied with their wives’ handmaidens, and particularly favored ones were sometimes in practice junior wives themselves. But at least it was a plausible explanation; rumor would spread one way or the other, so an official statement could plant some doubts of any impropriety that ignoring the situation would not.
When they were ensconced in the captain’s cabin, which despite being the best one onboard was sparse even by Fire Nation navy standards, Zuko threw himself onto the bed. “Almost feels like home,” he murmured to the ceiling, having spent three years in just such a cabin, hunting the Avatar in a rusty, leaky Wild Hawk.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Song asked testily.
Zuko looked at her in annoyance. “Resting after a long day. Why?”
“You’re dirtying up my bed, that’s what. You’re sleeping over there,” she replied, pointing at the cot that had been dragged into the corner.
“You can’t be serious,” Zuko said, sitting up. “I still have Champey’s little ‘wedding gift’, you know.”
Song stiffened at the mention of the dreaded instrument, then shook her head. “No. You might be a jerk sometimes, but you’re not cruel. You’re giving me the bed, and you are not using that strap tonight. Now move,” she ordered, still pointing.
Zuko grumbled but did as she said.
The young healer went and plopped down on the bed. And immediately shot back up again. The hard and lumpy mattress felt even harder and lumpier under her sore sitter, and her carelessly dropping onto it only made things worse. Zuko smirked. “Looks like someone’ll be sleeping on her stomach tonight.”
“Why you callous, pig-headed, perverted – !”
“Finish that sentence and I will be giving you a refresher of this afternoon,” the Firelord warned. Song’s mouth obediently clicked shut. “Wise move.”
“Just once on this trip I’d like to go a full day where my ass doesn’t hurt,” she muttered.
“Then maybe you should stop letting your mouth write checks that said ass can’t cash.”
Song started to say something, then held up, confused. “What’s a check?”
“Oh. Letter of rights. Those paper things I gave your mom.” Zuko pursed his lips. “I still have a lot to teach you if you’re going to survive the Court. And thanks to Champey I know of at least one teaching method you seem to respond to.”
Song blew at her bangs, and then airily spun to the door. “I’m hungry. Think I can grab some supper before we get underway?”
“Yeah, we can check the galley. The food probably won’t be all that good, though,” he warned. “And you’ll be tired of stew before the end of the week. Follow me.”
“You know where it is?”
“I lived on one of these ships for years. They all have the same basic design.”
“Years spent on a boat, chasing a legend, on the orders of someone who scarred your face…” Song whispered.
They quickly found the galley, with about a dozen crewmembers already eating or in line. Crispy duck and other fine meats abounded, typical for a ship about to raise anchor. A final good meal both to save the more easily preserved foods for the voyage, and to help the crew forget about the amorous delights of Lyushun’s working ladies they’d be missing.
Song placed a few choice dishes on her tray, but eyed the hard wooden benches gloomily. “Think I’ll just eat standing up,” she murmured to Zuko.
The Firelord glanced around the room. In a voice that was a bit too loud, he said, “If you expect to be a lady’s maid, you’ll have to get used to a saddle.”
Thank you, she mouthed.
After supper, the two teens retired to their quarters. As Zuko was opening the hatch, the ship lurched and the engines roared to life, signaling that they were underway. This had the effect of throwing Song bodily into Zuko, who caught her and held her firmly. They stared into one another’s eyes for a moment, and then Song turned away, giggling bashfully.
“Heheh. Ah, sorry about that, these old Wild Hawks aren’t built for comfort,” the Firelord said as he helped her into the cabin. “I just hope you don’t get seasick when we get to the open water. Mai could never stand the ocean…”
Song stiffened. “Mai.” The name came out icier than a South Pole wind. “Oh, I doubt I’ll have such a problem; after all, I’m not some delicate Fire Nation princess who needs a palanquin just to cross the street.” Her face had turned absolutely stony, while Zuko just looked confused.
She strode to the bed, and then, quite deliberately, stripped off her top. She stared almost challengingly at him over her shoulder, her bare back making the boy’s blood pressure escalate. Nor did she stop there. Careless of the glimpses of her breasts he was getting, she bent down and pulled off her skirt and panties, too. The flexing of her still-pink buns as she slipped underneath the covers dried out Zuko’s mouth. “Good luck getting any rest tonight, Your Majesty,” she hissed before drawing up the blanket over her head so he wouldn’t see how aflame her cheeks were – the top ones – at her unexpected boldness.
Zuko knew she was right, the little tease. The weeklong voyage now seemed an eternity, especially if she was going to go strutting around nude when they were alone, as seemed likely. Just watching her undress had given him a hard-on that made sleep impossible. With her in the room he couldn’t just take care of things himself, and tonight at least he was far too tired to go up top and work off steam with sword or Firebending practice. He could just take her, he knew; he was the Firelord and she a concubine, so legally he had that right, but they both knew he would not. Growling, he threw himself onto the cot for a night of frustrated tossing.
***
For Zuko, the week passed as long as he feared. The days were okay, spent in training Song with her staff or letting her ride Susanoo on the deck, and their evening classes on etiquette and politics were fruitful, him finding her quite intelligent. But then the nights came, and with it her parading through the cabin without a stitch. She made no move otherwise to seduce him, but only tormenting his libido and asking how she compared to his “princess”.
Her body at least was quite unlike Mai’s; where his fiancée was tall and willowy, the younger Song was petite but already starting to ripen into fuller breasts, curvier hips and rounder buttocks, fleshier thighs. Mai, in one of her few concessions to fashion and one which she had sworn him to secrecy, kept her pubic hair closely trimmed into the design of the royal flame. Song, ignorant of such things, appeared to go completely natural, her dark triangle drawing his eye like a signpost to a destination he dare not venture. Much as he increasingly wanted to, and not just because she was exhibiting herself for him or because he had been away from Mai for so long.
He spared a glance at the strap, but discarded the idea immediately. He had not touched it since hanging it up over his cot, with a pointed remark about it “serving as a reminder”. Only once, the previous day, had he made good on his promise to discipline her at all. Zuko had had all that he could stand of her needling that morning, so he hustled her down to their cabin, hauled her over his knee, raised her skirt and parted her drawers, and spanked her soundly on her bare bottom. She whimpered and cursed and threatened, yet strangely, didn’t seem to hold a grudge afterward. Rose glowing cheeks and tear tracks down her face, but not angry. He didn’t trust this at all.
Song congratulated herself on the progress made in her plan. She’d show him that she had just the perfect combination of spirited and submissive, the type all those books she hoped her mother never knew she read assured her was the most desirable. If that meant enduring the occasional bottom-warming, so be it; so much the better, at least according to one book. But with only one night before they put into harbor, it was time to raise the stakes. The butterflies in her stomach killed her appetite. The fact that, for the most part, he had been kind and polite and had taught her so much more about a wider world only increased her trepidation even as it also did her desire.
Despite being the most eligible bachelor in the world, Zuko had little experience with women or love or sex. There was Mai, his noble fiancée whom he’d known since childhood. There was Xia-yan, the high-class prostitute who had taken his virginity. There was Jin, the girl from Ba Sing Se with whom he’d gone out a couple of times but not slept with; making out once at her house, anxious trembling fingers finding their way beneath each other’s pants while ears pricked at the slightest sound lest her parents return early didn’t count. And then there were those occasional lurid dreams about Katara that he tried not to dwell on. That was it: the sum total of his romantic history.
Biting her lip nervously, Song turned the handle on the door to their cabin and stepped inside. Zuko followed behind, closing the door.
She spun and, to his shock, kissed him gently but convincingly. After many, many seconds that left them both breathless, she whispered, “tonight, lord husband, I will please you.” And then she shrugged out of her top and embraced him again. The nipples on her swelling breasts poked through the thin material of his clothes.
Zuko was flummoxed. His love for Mai was losing badly to this surprise attack from the very pretty half-nude girl rubbing against him, reinforced by his growing affections for her. His resolve crumbled as she doffed her skirt and knelt at his feet. Clad now only in her sexiest red silk panties, Song stared up at him as she loosened his belt and pulled aside his robe to find him already stiffening.
The Firelord moaned as her fingers ran up the length of his cock and then, like little shocks, her tongue followed suit, tickling, teasing, almost stinging with sweetness. It had been so long, and all those nights of knowing her firm young body was only a few feet away, ripe for the taking…
Her mouth descended down his shaft and he nearly stumbled. Oh, spirits above! he thought as she began to suck, her tongue undulating. Then she shifted and rolled his balls into her mouth one at a time. Mai never did that! The powerful sensations shook up and down his body as his concubine focused all her attentions on pleasuring him as best she knew how.
Song moved back up to the boy’s rock-hard erection and took it as deeply as she could, holding it there until she pulled back and off with a slick pop! sound. Then she began a smooth rhythm. Zuko looked down and knew he was lost when he saw her eyes looking back up at him with passion and – was it love? – it was something not far from it at least. Then his eyes scrunched up and with a near-shout, he fired his load into her skillful waiting mouth.
To his shock, she neither pulled away nor hesitated. Zuko felt the contractions in the girl’s mouth as she took his cum down her throat. Finally pulling off once his last spurts of passion were past, Song licked her lips and grinned mischievously. “I guess that’s why they call this ship the Swallow!” With one last kiss on his glans and a lick right on the opening, she coaxed a final drop from the boy. Rising, she stripped off her panties and…sauntered was the only word for it, to the bed.
Then it was Zuko’s turn to surprise her. He pushed her down and began kissing her hungrily. Song struggled for a moment, not having planned on going too far, then surrendered as his lips traced fiery trails down her jawline. Her back arched as he licked and nibbled down to her breasts and his rough Firebender’s hand danced on her stomach.
Song groaned in loss when Zuko’s gentle bites on her nipples ceased, and then all breath seemed to stop as he parted her legs and moved his head between them. First sparing a few ticklish kisses on her inner thighs that made her shudder, he attacked her hairy pussy with gusto. Even as he strove to please her, he noted another difference between her and Mai: his fiancée’s jade gate tasted light, almost delicate, and slightly bitter; but Song was earthy, more salty-sour, her short dark curls heavy with a musky scent he found intoxicating as her desire mounted and her honey flowed.
Song thrashed her head from side to side as Zuko’s tongue drove itself into her. She had just enough presence of mind to call out, “no more!” as he slipped his finger inside her. The boy felt her maidenhead and backed off, but began to firmly rub her lips and suckled her clitoris. Song felt something inside of her winding up tighter than a dulcimer string, until with a particularly sharp jab of his tongue on her jewel, it snapped. She half-grunted, half-shouted as all of her limbs seem to flex at once and her pulse pounded in her ears and a series of delightful throbbing waves spread out from her loins.
Zuko continued to lick and stroke as her breathing approached normal. She moaned happily as her head slipped to one side, more than satisfied at the first orgasm anyone else had ever given her. Song was almost ready to drift off to sleep, but noticed that her husband, still half-clothed, was in no state for rest. “Share my bed tonight?” she asked in a voice that still retained its innocence despite the carnal activities they had just engaged in.
The Firelord eagerly shucked his clothes and tried to take her in his arms, but she stopped him with one hand. “Not tonight. Not yet. I…” she blushed, suddenly feeling quite shy and vulnerable. “I’m not ready for all of it just yet.” Instead she bade him lie down beside her and she rolled onto one side, half-embracing him.
Zuko shuddered as her hand again found his penis and began stroking him, this time as she kissed his neck and face. Both her gentle encircling fingers coaxing out delicious sensations and her soft lips that rained down on him without a care for the scar he had felt would always incite disgust together made sure that it didn’t take long. Within minutes his hot seed shot out to cover her arm. Song merely wiped it onto the sheets and then cuddled up tighter to him. Zuko’s eyes were already lidded as she whispered, “Good night, husband,” and kissed him once more.
***
Few words passed the next morning, and as they pulled into the pier and disembarked both Song and Zuko knew one stage had passed and another just started.
“Are you ready?” the Firelord asked.
Song tightened the girth of Susanoo’s saddle. “Yes. Definitely ready.”
“I certainly hope so,” he muttered as he mounted and turned towards the palace. “Things will only get tougher from here.”
A/N: SO sorry for the massive delay! I should have finished this chapter months ago. Also, made some edits to previous bits. Now. While I can’t stand the way some people constantly demand reviews, I would appreciate the odd comment. Even if it’s just “I like it” or “I hate it” (although if the latter, I’d also appreciate a why). Anyways, I will certainly try to not have as big a gap between updates next time. Thank you!
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