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Gratifying The Dragon	By : SouthernDragon Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 71318 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First of all, I’m going to issue an apology to anyone who takes interest in this thing.
I haven’t given up on my stories, lost interest, fallen off the face of the earth, or vanished into the fanfic writer’s void (thanks for the amusing alternative, SailorNemesis); I’m just an incredibly slow writer sometimes. If you’ll bear with me, I promise to see this to its end. I’m so incredibly grateful for all the kind things said about this series and honestly wasn’t expecting such a welcome reception to it. I’ll try not to let you guys down if I have by taking so long, and ALL requests that I agree to will be filled eventually. I’m definitely going to churn out chapters faster than I’ve been, though how much faster remains to be seen, and I hesitate to make any promises for fear of falling short.
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When you’re the Crown Princess of the Fire Nation, lazy afternoons come few and far between.
Be it on the battlefield or in the war chamber, the teenage scion to the world’s grandest empire found herself immersed in cutthroat politicking, relentless training drills, and lethal encounters with enemy combatants, all often in the same day. Through honed discipline, an earnest enjoyment of her strenuous lifestyle, or an eclectic mix of both, Azula voiced no complaint. After all, it gave her ample opportunity to boss around a lower station or brutalize yet another impudent peon who dared object to the autonomy of the glorious Fire Nation.
Still, it was nice to relax every once in a while; to breathe freely without dodging shrapnel and setting her veins aflame with the crackle of unshed lightning. But with free time came another challenge: how to spend it wisely. The nation’s prodigy didn’t idle about aimlessly, nor did she thrive through inaction -- like her sourpuss friend, she detested boredom, though their methods diverged in that Azula didn’t openly gripe about it. Instead, she found ways to entertain herself, more often than not at other people’s expense.
Most often, that person was her older brother.
Zuko’s location was hardly a mystery; usually, he could be found lazing about in his room with his girlfriend. Less often, he would embark on a palanquin ride fifty grueling yards away to visit her at her own home. Today, the servants bustled about the halls to fulfill some ridiculous conjuration the pair had devised to amuse themselves, leaving no doubt to their current station.
Still donning her imperial armor from the morning’s assemblage, the Fire Princess strode out from her room with polished aplomb, no indication given whatsoever to any mischief brewing behind her typical lofty smirk. Everyone within range kept their distance as normal, making tentative inquiries from across the hall and sighing in relief once the threat had passed.
Whether or not the couple wanted details of their personal life uncovered, Azula’s craftiness paid off through the gathered knowledge that her brother and friend were a couple of awkward virgins who did little more than kiss and touch while fully clothed.
But even so, their makeout sessions were no less hot for it. Literally.
Glimpsing the pair from the door held slightly ajar, Azula froze in place, the command for her feet to move unheeded by the muscles that would make it so. Her elder sibling and her oldest cohort lay in a tangle of arms and legs, one robe ending where another began. Heat roiled low in her belly the longer she stood transfixed, surging toward her groin. Was this… turning her on?
Caught in a passionate kiss, their lips worked in tandem as they stretched along the sofa, Mai twisting about to maneuver herself on top, effectively blocking out her boyfriend.
All the better. Zuko was in no way a welcome part of his voyeur sister’s fantasy. Only girls could set her blood afire and excite her in a literal sense.
The perpetually gloomy girl appeared to be enjoying herself just fine, a healthy tint of red spreading across pale cheeks to enliven such normally impassive features. If her audience wasn’t mistaken, a few chuckles escaped between labored breaths as the Governor’s daughter pressed her lips to the Prince’s neck, the high collar of her robe dipping enough for a teasing glimpse of bared flesh at the junction of neck and shoulder.
This girl hardly looked or sounded like the Mai shown to the outside world, and it was strangely alluring.
Azula suddenly found herself drawn from the scene by the sensation of her trousers tightening. A cursory glance downward confirmed her suspicions: watching her friend act with real passion inspired her body to take action of its own. Hot to the touch even beneath layers of fabric, her arousal would need to be dealt with if she was to concentrate on anything beyond her own being. Forced to depart before her liking, the Princess whisked herself to her own chambers, but not before indulging in one last glimpse of her impassioned friend.
As it turned out, it was just as well that the aroused Firebender left when she did. The following moments would’ve only served to disappoint her. Mai relented once cool air struck her skin, composing herself like the practiced noblewoman she was in but an instant, yanking her robe back into place and settling at her boyfriend’s side. Truth be told, it was to Zuko’s relief: he wouldn’t have known how to proceed if she’d taken it a step further. Their passions would explode in a brief crescendo of kisses and tentative gropes, then cool into the more familiar venue of cuddling and fruit tarts. They would work their way up to nakedness, but for the time being, their arrangement was a happy one.
Despite being younger than the couple, Azula had more experience when it came to sensual pursuits, her own escapades fueled by an unrelenting boldness and the self-assurance that came with absolute power. Crown Princess of the Fire Nation and heir to the Fire Lord’s throne, nothing was left to question. If she wanted something, it was hers.
At the moment of retreating into her quarters and fastening the deadbolts, what she wanted most was relief. Her heartbeat throbbed weightily, and, more importantly, so did her cock, the impertinent organ straining for freedom against the thick material of her trousers. Seating herself at the edge of her bed, the prodigy fumbled with ties and underwrappings until her erection sprang free, gripped firmly yet carefully with taloned fingers. With no one else available, she’d be forced to tame the beast herself, armed only with her right hand and her mind.
The first face to filter into her thoughts was Mai’s; perhaps unsurprisingly, considering the scene still replaying itself on autonomic loop in her head. Though the Princess gave little regard or afterthought to her creative side, she possessed a remarkably vivid imagination, her brother’s visage from her earlier exercise in voyeurism effortlessly superimposed by her own in the vacuum of her thoughts. It was then that her lips were upon that of the Governor’s daughter, tasting for herself a passion unimagined and virtually inconceivable in such an outwardly emotionless girl, a bold hand demonstrating a brazenness withheld by her elder sibling to massage a heavily cloaked thigh. Her daring actions prompted a moan against her mouth, Mai’s tongue retreating for her superior to take charge.
Sparing little fanfare, that same adventurous hand darted beneath the noblewoman’s robes, unveiling its prize in a few simple tugs and shifts. Dreams, whether borne of day or night, often simplified things; had Azula adhered to realism, undoing her partner’s clothing would’ve been far trickier, but semantics took a backseat to pleasure in desperate times. Her dream self then straddled the larger girl, cock unsheathed to plunge into Mai’s awaiting entrance.
That there was no virginal bleeding, tearing, or pain didn’t register -- it was, after all, a fantasy of her own molding. In this case, keeping the vision clean and simple worked best, her normally overcritical mind hazed by pure, indiscriminating lust. Now that her fictitious counterpart was sated, Azula could indulge in tangible pleasures of the real world. Eyes flickering shut, she began to steadily pump herself to the rhythm of her imagined thrusts, foreskin bunching between clenched fingers as her hand glided along the hard cylinder of flesh.
Mai’s gray eyes brightened as black tresses lightened to a mousy brown, the now nimble body of the acrobat capturing her royal friend’s lips in a chaste kiss before her actions turned more direct, pulling Azula against her for the submerged member to sink deeper inside. Ty Lee’s flexibility found greater purpose; even her core seemed stretchier as the Firebender imagined drilling into it, legs wrapping about her waist and bearing down to bring the girls chest to chest. The Princess’s perky friend squealed with delight, each hit to her hidden sweet spot drawing forth a cross between a giggle and a moan. In any other circumstance, the sound would’ve annoyed Azula, but all it registered was triumph as she pounded the prone girl into the bed beneath them.
Before resolution could be reached, the tightly woven brown braid darkened several shades, branching off in separate directions to form two distinct queues that hung loosely over each shoulder. Eyes of sparkling gray mellowed into a shade reminiscent of fresh lemongrass. The lowly Earth peasant by the name of Jin found herself bent at the waist over the edge of the same bed, thighs parted for the Firebender’s smooth hardness to fill her over and over at breakneck speed. As the vision concluded with a mutual climax to rock the mattress, the real Azula tightened her grip, precum spilling over her fingers as she squeezed the highly receptive junction of head and shaft. Rivulets of clear, viscous fluid clung to her skin, beading at the tip of her cockslit before trickling down in transparent streams, its presence felt more than seen.
Huffing irritably at her lack of self-control, the royal girl collapsed onto her back, grunting at the dig of gilded steel into her shoulder blades as her armor was compressed between her back and the mattress. This sort of behavior was unbefitting of her station: heirs to the Fire throne shouldn’t require the baser pleasures of lower mortals.
Or did they? Azula had come this far -- why stop now? Why leave herself in a perpetual state of frustration? Why not find relief through release? It was what she abandoned Mai’s partial disrobing for.
Resigning herself to her compromising state, she decided that the only way to proceed would be to jack off until she spilled her royal seed and could then ease into a pleasant afternoon nap.
Feeling the insistent pulse of the dick in her hand, the Fire Princess allowed her thoughts to wander while her hand resumed pumping, silky skin sliding over and along the flared tip before retreating into her fist. Over and over, she stroked, daydreams flooding her mind anew.
The blind Earthbender -- Touf, was it?… but names weren’t important -- stood her ground in the face of certain doom, forced to her knees to suck off her heated enemy, minding her teeth under threat of losing her other senses. Both the real Princess and her dream-induced counterpart lavished the thrill of subjugating the smaller girl; doubly so, keeping in mind the fact that the Firebender was vertically challenged and towered over few. The willful, daring Toph looked helpless as an elephant-rat at the feet of her better, choking and gagging on the length spearing her mouth.
No sooner did Azula spill into her foe’s throat, the vision reached its own climax, dispersing to the sound of distant moaning. In the blink of an eye, she was back to a less violent, but no less ambitious six-year-old, her dream-self skulking about on small booted toes toward the source of the curious noises: her parents’ chambers. What transpired on the other side of the door became all too clear to her adolescent self, eluding her for years prior.
As a young child, uneducated in the ways of carnal pursuits, Azula couldn’t fathom why her mother would emerge from the royal couple’s shared bedroom on shaky footing, smeared lipstick demarcating ivory skin, hair tousled about her shoulders in tangled waves -- all of it with a strangely contented smile, never mind the foreign groaning of before. Whenever she’d been caught staring, her mother explained it away as a spirited dream and a need for a glass of water, gently chiding the girl to return to her room and shut her eyes for the night. Age had educated her all too well.
And now, acting upon some repressed compunction the prodigy couldn’t understand, let alone control, former Princess Ursa appeared to her in a vision no older than the day she’d left, the Fire Lord’s chambers alight with candles to create a striking ambiance of conventional crimson amid unfamiliar emotion.
The vision took a sudden and wholly unexpected turn for the real as the regal woman -- her mother -- sat with enduring grace beside her upon the bed, unchanged by her absence among the upper echelon of Fire Nation society. On second thought, how the room came to be her father’s rather than her own eluded Azula. Could it be that her subconscious thoughts deigned her the Fire Lord, entitled to the grandest of chambers? Ozai was nowhere to be found, his existence lacking so much as an utterance.
Regardless of the details, the nation’s prodigy continued to lay supine across the middle of the four-poster bed, be it her own or her father’s, cock still fisted and trickling precum. She knew the hand joining her own at the midline of her shaft to be a fabrication, but it felt uncomfortably real, two sets of fingers guiding her to fruition. Ursa whispered words of encouragement foreign to her child’s ears -- surely a dream; that part had to be, as she never encouraged Azula to the girl’s greatest recollection. “I’ve always loved you” was a strangely misplaced thing to hear from this particular woman, especially at a time like this.
Answers could be sought later, for the perceived feeling of soft fingers (too soft to be her own; Firebenders developed calluses from wielding the potentially lethal heat) stroking from base to tip alongside hers provided the final push she needed, and she would lose herself in the experience with nary a thought as to how. Eyes squeezed shut, the royal felt her hips give a preliminary buck before eruption, streams of thick cum ejecting high into the air to land at the foot of the bed and spatter the surrounding sheets. Her body on autopilot, Azula released a throaty moan as her orgasm tapered to gentle pulses of tightly wound muscles, the last dribbles of semen streaking over her knuckles to pool at the space between shaft and balls. The resultant stickiness earned a heavy sigh as greater consciousness returned; cleanup would be a chore. If there was one time a Princess would clean her own room, it would be to hide the evidence of unwelcome urges.
Ty Lee’s insistent banging on the door went unheard as the sated prodigy drifted into a deep slumber. After earning a sore set of knuckles, the acrobat drew back with a pout. “What’s gotten into her? She’s almost never asleep during the day!”
Her companion offered a rare smirk. “Must’ve been a long meeting earlier. Or maybe she had a nice long meeting with her hand.”
The younger girl clasped her hands over her mouth. “Maaaiii! Ewww!”
Offering a shrug, the Governor’s daughter turned to leave. “Maybe not. She probably thinks self-pleasure is beneath her or something. Never mind.”
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