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Prisoner of War	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine—

Limping along the rocky path, Azula shivered and tried to warm herself. Qiang had placed a manacle around her left ankle. The wind howled fiercely, blowing snow flurries around them. She could barely make out his broad back. If it weren’t for the constant tug of the chain attached to the manacle, she wouldn’t know which way to go.

Three days had passed since their descent of their mountainous prison. The blizzards that frequented this realm during the winter months had set a deadly trap for anyone daring to trespass. But Qiang trudged along anyway, as if daring the harsh elements to take his life. There was no way he would have risked the lives of his men on such a difficult journey.

She didn’t see his bulk and ran into him. Steadying arms encircled her waist. “We’ll camp here for the night!” he yelled over the screeching wind.

As he’d done the last two nights, he used his Earthbending abilities to construct a crude shelter around them. He pulled a long plank of rock from beneath the snow and knocked it over to form the floor. Then he summoned three larger sheets of earth to form a rudimentary tent around them.

Darkness surrounded them. It was like being buried alive. She looked up, praying for the sliver of light that would soothe her fear. Qiang released her, and she could hear him rummage through the rucksack. His hands circled hers, placing the various stones in them. “Here. Warm these up.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten that day. That was the way of their survival down the mountain. There was no need to carry water. They only had to melt snow for that necessity. They had no need for weapons. They were both benders. The layers of clothing on their backs were thick. Other than the chain that attached her to him, Qiang carried a rucksack full of amber rocks and cured meat.

Taking a deep breath, Azula called forth her breath of fire. She warmed the stones, and they started to glow. Light filled the earthen shelter, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

She wanted to fight with him. She wanted to refuse him her help, but exhaustion was tugging on her spirit. Qiang shook out the two furs and placed them on the dry ground. She busied herself with heating the other stones and placed them around the perimeter of their shelter. They retained heat and provided light, giving off no noxious fumes like coal. Qiang knelt on the pallet and pulled the remnants of the meat and ripped off two pieces, holding one of the pieces up to her.

“Eat this,” he commanded.

Snatching the offering from his hand, she scowled and rubbed the manacle around her ankle. “You might want to add the word ‘please’ to your vocabulary. Where were you raised? A brothel?”

He had wondered how long it would take her to snap. He had chosen to ignore her earlier digs, but he’d had enough. He was tired and wasn’t going to coddle her any longer. “Yes.”

She snorted, a petty sneer crumpling her chapped lips. “So you’re a whore and a deserter.”

Qiang pounced on her, knocking her only meal to the ground and pinning her beneath him. Her eyes were wide, without fear, and challenging him. How much longer was he going to be able to resist her? How much longer could he deny the attraction that burned in his gut every time he was near her?

Her pink tongue darted across her cracked, bottom lip, reminding him that this wasn’t the time or the place to teach her of her new station in life. He rolled away and closed his eyes, feigning disinterest. “Go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

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The next day, Azula kept her eyes on the rocky path as they trudged along. Rocks. Not snow. They were nearing the base, and she plotted her escape with enthusiasm. He had delivered her from the elements, and she would soon deliver him from this world. As she plodded along, she sunk deeper into thought and didn’t realize the hazy air surrounding them nor the fact that her captor had stopped until she ran into him.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded, tugging on the chain that bound them together. He stooped and began to unlace his boots.

“Are you crazy!” she asked, gathering the chain in her hand and yanking it harshly, the aggressive move throwing the tall general off balance. Before she could kick him, he jerked her leash, and she fell. Even through the thick, steamy smog, he found her, pinning her to the cold terrain with earthen braces.

“Do you always have to do things the hard way?” he growled, his hands groping the furs that covered her body, searching for the fastenings. He stopped and pulled her boots and socks off instead.

“No!” She struggled to free herself, regretting her impulsive nature and realizing she had finally pushed him too far. Oh, Agni! Not like this. Why now? Why rape her now?

Rough hands peeled the layers of furs and clothing open. The ground shifted, and she was turned onto her stomach, her clothing stripped from her in one fell swoop. Cold air and fear assailed her senses. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t bend. She couldn’t defend herself.

“You bastard!” she spat, trying to claw at him. He lifted her, and she arched her back and tried to kick him. She could summon fire to burn, but without a root, she could not direct it.

“I may be a bastard,” he chuffed, swinging her in his arms. “But you smell like a cow-pig, and you need a bath!”

Before she knew it, she was flying through the air and landing in a bubbling pool of warm water. She wasn’t expecting water. The opposite of fire burned her lungs as she tried to breath and claw her way to the surface. The earthen ties dissolved in the water.

Tears of fear, frustration, and hatred fell freely as she broke the surface and screamed.

“Careful your highness!” Qiang laughed mockingly. “We’ve come a long way. It would be a shame to start an avalanche and ruin your escape plans.”

Azula screeched again, the echo reverberating in the distance.

Qiang, having divested himself of his boots and clothing, climbed down the rock path and jumped into the hot spring.

Gathering the metal chains of her leash, she wrapped it around her hands and prepared to attack him once he surfaced.

He surfaced behind her and hauled her against him. She cursed and fought in vain. He was bigger than she was, and she was off balance. Not only was the manacle on her ankle rubbing the skin raw, but the swirling tides of the hot spring caused the chain to churn and jerk her around.

“Stop struggling,” he threatened against her ear, grinding his heavy erection against the plump flesh of her backside, “or I’ll give you a reason to struggle.”

She froze, the blood in her veins turning to ice. She’d heard of that kind of sexual intercourse before. She’d overheard the female servants whispering about it once. They’d said it burned worse than the bluest flame. That description alone sent a shiver of trepidation shimmying down her spine.

“Relax,” he whispered, the tight band of his arms around her, relaxing a little. “After four days of traveling down the mountain, we were fortunate to find an opportunity to bathe. Why must you fight my every order?”

“Because I hate you!” she hissed.

“Why?” he asked softly. “I have saved you from a fate worse than death on numerous occasions. How did I wrong you?”

Wiggling against him, she panted. The evidence of his desire was nestled against her ass. His breath tickled the highly sensitive skin of her neck. His right arm held her around her waist, his hand splayed along the taut plane of her abdomen. His left arm circled her shoulders. It was impossible to break the hold, and she gave up.

“Do you hate me or the Earth Kingdom as a whole?” he questioned her, inching his right hand from her stomach to the underside of one of her breasts.

Realizing what the man meant to do, Azula tensed. Her gut clenched in shameful anticipation. “You,” she growled in answer, trying to shimmy against him and work his left arm higher so she could bite it.

A sad smile of triumph spread across his lips as he succumbed to temptation. “Born and bred to hate. Do you know what gentleness is? Are you so enraptured with the destructive nature of your native element that you cannot see the generous benefits of it?”

There was a time he had dreamed of marching across Fire Nation territory as a victor. Those dreams had left bitterness in their wake. He was a puppet of his kingdom’s politicians and monarch. He had never questioned their directives before. After all, his kingdom had done nothing wrong. They had merely defended themselves against Fire Nation aggression.

He hadn’t realized his prisoner’s true worth until he had received the messenger hawk from General Shen. He was all too familiar with his superior’s penchant for war. He was a warmonger. He found pleasure in other people’s pain. Though he had found no basis for the truth, rumor had it that he’d ordered the rape and execution of Earth Kingdom citizens—ones who had been found guilty of conspiring with Fire Nation soldiers.

He could follow orders and hand Azula over to him, but that thought didn’t sit well with him. He couldn’t put a finger on the moment it happened, but the stubborn Fire Nation princess had come to mean more to him. She wasn’t just a prisoner of war. She no longer represented a tool to further his ambition.

As crazy as it may sound, Azula represented a wish that he hadn’t entertained ever since he was a small child.

Peace.

Peace with a relentless enemy that kept coming. Peace to live life as it should be lived, free from fear.

The irony did not escape him. He was a warmonger himself. He had blood on his hands just like General Shen, but he adhered to a value system that had sabotaged his career one time too often.

Even though ever fiber of his being protested, he knew he needed to deliver Azula to the Earth King. Qiang had wanted her for himself ever since he’d seen her. He wouldn’t lie to himself. There was little point.

There was one factor in the equation that made his blood run cold.

What would his monarch do to Azula?

The answer was swift, and it kept him from sleeping well at night. The Earth King would order her execution. Would he subject her to cruelties no woman should ever know before then?

Shifting his left arm up, he hissed when her teeth sank into the soft flesh of his forearm. With his other arm, he yanked the chain and pulled her beneath the water. As he predicted, she let go and flailed against him. Wincing, he checked his arm and chuckled. The skin was barely broken.

Turning her in his arms, he pulled her against him. The sight was almost comical. Her ragged breath came in gasps, and her dark hair was plastered to her face. He pinned her against one of the edges of the spring, using his bending to fashion earth-like cuffs for her arms. He tossed the chain onto the shore and buried it with his Earthbending.

She was trapped. Only one leg free. If it weren’t for the rocky cuffs around her arms, her hair in her face, and her cursing him, she would look like she was enjoying herself. He pushed her hair out of the way and backed away, swimming to the middle of the spring and scrubbing the grime away.

“I’m going to kill you.” The venom in her voice would make a lesser man shrink in terror.

“You keep promising,” he teased, “but you have yet to deliver.”

She clamped her lips shut, finally realizing he was baiting her. Her breasts bobbed above the surface of the water, whetting his appetite to sample the delicate buds.

He smirked. “I’m happy you’ve realized the futility of your struggle.”

“If you think I’m going to sit still while you try to rape me, you’re sadly mistaken,” she spat, confident that her one free leg would dissuade him if that were his intentions.

Qiang went about cleaning himself before answering her. Once finished, he turned his attentions to her. He started by wiping the mud off her face. She shied away from his touch, but he didn’t miss the shuddering breath she exhaled.

“Rape you?” He should have been offended, but he found it somewhat amusing. “If I touched you, it wouldn’t be rape. You would beg for my touch.”

She opened her mouth to protest, and he took advantage, crushing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Wanting and needing were two separate things. Whereas she wanted to kick and bite him, she needed him to touch her. It was humiliating and exhilarating. She closed her eyes, awash in shameful sensation and reminding herself that he was the enemy. If giving herself to the swine would gain his trust or give her the opportunity to kill him, her virginity would be a small price to pay.

Of course, it wouldn’t do to give in too easily.

She nipped his tongue, half warning and half invitation, and groaned. Qiang broke the kiss and licked a path along her jaw and down to her neck. Straining against the arm holds, she arched her back. He needed no encouragement and lifted the weight of one of her breasts to his eager lips. Azula tried to ignore the lance of fire that speared beneath her belly and settled between her legs.

The rasp of his tongue against the highly sensitized flesh made her blood boil.

“How does it feel, Azula?” he whispered against her puckered flesh, taking hold of her hips. “Can the hatred heat your blood like I can, or does it make you cold?”

She gasped when he slid his fingers between her legs and touched the aching flesh there.

“Even now you plot to kill me,” he chastised between licks. “I should be flattered.” Rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, he circled her clit. He wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. “Is that all that you are? Revenge and hatred? Are you beyond redemption? Are you beyond saving?”

Hissing between clenched teeth, she twitched in his arms.

“Should I strip you of your worth now and be done with you?” He continued stoking the fire within her. “Or shall I teach you the ways of a concubine? Perhaps… if you please his majesty, he shall spare your life.”

His words made little sense to her, for the lustful yearnings had taken hold of her. What was it about this man? Was it the ugly truth that he showed her daily? Her world shifted as a soft shelf of earth raised her to the top of the water.

“Lean back and let me show you what a man’s tongue against your flesh feels like,” he husked, grabbing her thigh and forcing it over his shoulder.

Every muscle in her body ached as she strove toward release. She had heard of this kind of foreplay. The swipe of his tongue made her cry out. She longed to grab his head and grind herself against his face, but she was still trapped.

Her taste was just as he had imagined—pure, heated spices. He feasted on her, lapping the juices like a starving man, humbled by her body’s reaction to his touch. She shuddered beneath his mouth, whether from the cold air or her release, he did not know.

Nor did he care. He felt as though he would burst. He released her bonds and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. Unlike most women who shied away from their intimate scent, she inhaled it. Her eyes were cast in shadow, just like her thoughts.

He was on tenuous ground, but he gathered her hand in his and guided her to his straining erection. “Touch me,” he hissed as her palm circled his silken rod. “Man is hard. Woman is soft. This is the way the Goddess intended. Learn from this Azula. Learn that your only value may come from your feminine talents. Seduction takes work.” He removed his hand and gasped when she stroked him willingly.

Cupping her cheek, he kissed her, stabbing into her mouth with his ravenous tongue. He would have to be content with this no matter how much he wanted to claim her for his own. At that moment, he despised every single vow he’d ever taken. How was he going to deliver her to his monarch and walk away?

Azula cupped his testicles and smiled. It should have made him nervous, but she descended into the water, and the feel of her mouth surrounding him made his knees buckle. He resisted the urge to hold her there until he finished, clenching his hands into fists. Time seemed to stand still; the cusp of his release weakened him.

She came up for air, her hand coaxing him toward pleasure. Before he could pull her up for another kiss, she dove down again. Her hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere. Her tongue flicked the sensitive tip of his male flesh.

With an anguished roar, he felt his seed mix with the warm water. The intensity was too much, and he lost his footing, managing to stumble backwards.

It all happened so quickly. Somehow her chain had wrapped itself around the back of his legs. He watched in horror as she surfaced with the manacle in her hand. With a vicious jerk, the chain bit into the skin of his legs, and she shoved him beneath the water.

Azula leapt out of the hot spring, her heart pounding as adrenaline took over. She was panicked. She never panicked. She snatched her clothes and boots, stepping into her trousers as she stumbled down the trail and into the darkness.

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TBC

Author’s Notes—Thanks to all who have reviewed. I’m starting to like Azula better than I like Zuko. At least she has the balls to be evil. Anyway, sticking with my six month schedule of outpatient surgeries, I am headed under the knife again. Sigh. It’s nothing major, just one of life’s inconvenient truth of the aging process. I’ll be out of commission for a while, but hope to get another chapter of this story posted prior to the surgery itself. So, check back soon!
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