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If You Bend It, They Will Cum	By : Datalaughing Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 96838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 1: Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?

Zuko sat alone in his room. It was, in point of fact, a very impressive room. The Earth King hadn’t been one to skimp on amenities. It was lavishly decorated and huge, especially in comparison with some of the places he’d been forced to stay in the last few years. Cabins aboard ship and the meager quarters he’d shared with his Uncle while they’d been on the run weren’t hard acts to follow. They couldn’t compare with the opulence of a suite in the palace at the pinnacle of the great capital of the Earth Kingdom, Ba Sing Se. A capital now under occupation, although very few knew it. The room wasn’t quite as impressive as the one his sister Azula had found for herself, of course, but Zuko didn’t particularly care. In fact he’d hardly taken notice of his accommodations at all. There were other things on his mind.

Zuko was sitting very still and very quite, ostensibly meditating. Meditation was an important part of the art of firebending. By clearing the mind and focusing the body’s internal energy a firebender could redirect that energy more readily into his bending. Zuko had never been especially good at the clearing his mind part, but on this particular day he was finding it nearly impossible. Every time he closed his eyes he saw that face. Iroh, his uncle, long gray beard, weathered face, frowning in disapproval, disappointment. Try as he might the young prince couldn’t force the face from his mind.

Zuko told himself that he’d made the right decision. In reality the other option was so unimaginable that the choice had hardly been a choice at all. He’d chosen to fight the Avatar, a quest he had been on for years. He’d chosen to recover his lost honor, regain his father’s respect, and topple the last great stronghold of the Earth Kingdom, an accomplishment which even the great General Iroh had never equaled, despite considerable effort. His other option, betray the Fire Nation and everything he’d ever known, give up all hope of ever returning home, and in doing so aid his sworn enemy. It had been no choice at all. But, somehow, that knowledge didn’t stop the wizened face from visiting him every time he closed his eyes. The disapproving countenance tortured him.

There was a knock at the door, which then opened without being bidden. Zuko saw his sister enter the room. She was still wearing the uniform of the Dai Li. Ba Sing Se’s secret police had assisted the powerful young firebender in her coup, a surgical strike that saw the chief generals of the Earth Kingdom imprisoned and the king in exile. Azula was now the de facto ruler of the Earth Kingdom, although it was safe to say that very few people outside of the royal palace knew it. And by her side, her older brother Zuko. The children of the Fire Lord had done what the fire nation hadn’t managed in its hundred year campaign. Ba Sing Se had fallen, and, in the end, not a single firebender had been lost. The earthbenders themselves had done the job of handing the city over to their enemies.

If Azula realized that she had interrupted Zuko’s meditations she gave no sign of it. She sauntered over to Zuko, who rose to meet her. On her face was the smile that he knew so well. When his sister smiled like that (when she smiled at all, really), it meant that someone was going to be having a very bad time very soon. Zuko hoped that it wasn’t him.

“Zuko,” Azula said, her voice filled with concern, a concern that Zuko knew was completed affected. He’d known her for her entire life, and he wasn’t sure that she was capable of actually feeling anything, least of all concern for others. “You look terrible.” She continued. “You’re still thinking about Uncle, aren’t you?”

Zuko looked down at the floor, answer enough for his sister. If Azula never showed any sign of real emotion, Zuko was her exact opposite, full of feelings that he could rarely hide, Zuko was an open book, especially to one so skilled at reading others as Azula, and she’d honed her skills on her brother.

“You can’t keep thinking that you betrayed him, Zuko. He betrayed you! He allied himself with the Avatar, and then attacked us to cover the coward’s escape. He’s an enemy of the Fire Nation, and you, Zuko,” she placed her hands on his shoulders, “are its prince and its savior.”

Zuko knew that she was playing on his desires, telling him what he wanted to hear, but at the same time he desperately wanted to hear it, to believe that it was true. He needed to believe it. Maybe if he truly did the face that haunted him in the dark would finally leave him alone.

The Fire Nation prince remained silent, but Azula could see that her words had had at least some of their desired effect, and that was enough for the moment. “Come on,” she said suddenly, grabbing his hand, “I’ve got a surprise for you, something to take your mind off of this.”

Zuko let himself be pulled, and by the time they got to his door he was following her under his own power. A surprise from Azula was very rarely a good one, but just then he would have happily accepted a bad surprise if it would get his mind off of his situation, if it would chase his Uncle’s frowning face away.

They’d been walking in silence for several minutes before Zuko realized that they were following a familiar path. “Where are we going?” Zuko asked her, hoping that he was wrong.

“The dungeons.” Azula replied cheerily.

Zuko froze in mid-step. He didn’t think he could bring himself to set foot in the dungeons. He couldn’t be that close to Iroh, near enough to actually see his face, near enough that he might hear the old man’s kind voice carried on the air instead of just bouncing around in his brain. In fact, he was almost certain that he couldn’t do it, not yet. It was too soon to face his uncle.

Azula turned around, flashing him that smile again. “Don’t worry, brother.” She said. “You’ll like this.” Then she continued walking as if nothing more needed to be said, and, much to his own surprise, Zuko followed her.

The pair descended the staircase into the dungeons below. Much to the prince’s relief they exited on the level where the normal prisoner’s were housed. Further down the stairs were the metal cells reserved for benders. An earthbender could never be held in a normal stone prison, and even a firebender was often a match for the rocks keeping him enclosed. The metal walls were impervious to bending attacks (not many knew of Toph’s newfound bending talent), and Iroh would certainly have been down there.

Most of the cells were vacant, although they passed one or two where ragged heaps of humanity could barely be glimpsed, criminals of the Earth Kingdom, now prisoners of the Fire Nation, although the change made little difference to them.

One cell was being guarded by a member of the Dai Li, who snapped to attention when he saw Azula approaching. Every member of the Dai Li was scared to death of the fire princess. And she had used that to her advantage, getting them to act out her coup for her, while she sat back and reaped the benefits.

“You may go.” She told the guard. He handed her his keys, bowed quickly, and then hurried away down the corridor. Azula smiled again when she saw how quickly he obeyed her. Her father had taught her that there was no tool so effective at gaining the allegiance of others as fear. She had taken that lesson to heart. And the guard was certainly not needed. The two children of the Fire Lord, the two benders who had defeated the Avatar and toppled the Earth King, should be able to handle one prisoner.

Azula turned the key in the lock and swung the door open. She walked in and Zuko followed behind her. When he saw the prisoner his jaw dropped nearly to the floor. The second thing that struck him (we’ll get to the first one in a moment) was that with her hands chained above her head and her legs chained to the ground a couple of feet apart the young woman must be have been very uncomfortable. The most astounding thing (besides the first thing which we are, by degrees, getting to) was the look of intense hatred on her face when her captors entered the room. It was to be expected that a captive wouldn’t be especially fond of the people holding her prisoner, but there was enough hate described in the young woman’s beautiful features that a weaker pair might have turned around and left the room hoping for a more hospitable visit at a later time.

The first thing that struck Zuko about the prisoner (this is the one that we skipped over earlier, you know the one you’ve been waiting for, just wanted to make sure that was clear) was that she was completely naked. She was obviously not out of her teens, but her body was that of an athlete or a warrior. Her arms and legs could not have been more toned and perfectly formed if they’d been carved in marble. Her muscular, yet feminine, thighs led the eye past her hairless mound into a flat, toned stomach which in turn flowed into a singular chest with an amazing pair of round, firm breasts which rose and fell with her ragged breaths as she attempted to alleviate the pain in her extremities while at the same time continuing to stare beams of hate silently into the new arrivals.

Her short brown hair framed a lean face that had obviously been painted white at some point. Now the paint had begun to run, apparently from sweat, although Zuko noticed that some of the streaks in her makeup appeared as if they might have been formed by tears. The dungeons beneath the palace were hot, and the young woman was sweating, beads of perspiration ran down her face, picking up traces of her white makeup and dripping down, some falling on her breasts or her legs, leaving small white blotches. Her body was also marked by bruises and cuts. She’d obviously seen a battle and been on the losing side.

“It’s a Kyoshi Warrior.” Zuko said. He’d had some experience with them, in his pursuit of the Avatar.

“Yes, she is.” Azula stepped forward and reached out her hand. The warrior jerked her head back, but she couldn’t move it much, and each movement only intensified the pain in her limbs. Azula ran her hand gently down the naked girl’s face. “Her name is Suki. I think she was their leader.”

“And you captured her?”

“We captured several of them.” Azula said, removing her hand from Suki’s face and turning back to Zuko. “They were protecting the Avatar’s bison.”

“The bison.” Zuko repeated. Apparently they’d done a good job of it. Because the Avatar and his friends had once again escaped aboard that flying ball of fur, this time with the Earth King.

“They fought well.” Azula said, then she smiled, “but not well enough.” She gave a chilling laugh. “We took their places to sneak into the city.” She continued. “I have to give them credit.” She looked at Suki for a moment, then back at Zuko. “We asked them questions, things we thought we might need to know to impersonate them and gain the trust of the Earth King. But they refused to answer.” She turned back to Suki and reached out again, running her fingernails down the young warriors face, down her neck, and across her left breast. “So we hurt them.” She said, matter-of-factly, flicking a long fingernail across the other girl’s nipple. “And still nothing.” She looked into Suki’s eyes. Suki stared back, the rage almost palpable. “So we killed them.” She pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “We killed them one by one.” She twisted the nipple, not viciously, but firmly, Suki’s face contorted for just a moment with pain. Then the hate was back, stronger than ever. Azula moved forward until her body was pressing against the naked body in front of her, their faces so close that they almost touched. “We killed her warriors one by one and still they refused to answer the simplest question. We killed them all until only Suki here was left, and still they didn’t tell us anything that we wanted to know. Isn’t that right, Suki?”

For a moment it looked like Suki wasn’t going to respond. Then suddenly she spit in Azula’s face. “You’re a monster!”

Rage flashed in Azula’s eyes for a moment, rage so cold and so powerful that if she’d been able to Suki would have taken a step back, but just as quickly it was gone. Azula backed away, wiping the spit from her face, and then turned back to her brother, continuing as if Suki hadn’t said or done anything. “In the end it didn’t matter. The Earth King turned out to be a fool, and the Avatar left word that he could trust the Kyoshi Warriors. We were welcomed into the palace, and taking over Ba Sing Se was all too easy.”

They’d brought Suki there blindfolded and naked. She thought she’d been taken to a Fire Nation prison or transport. She’d heard nothing about Ba Sing Se and couldn’t believe what Azula was saying, “Liar!” She yelled.

Azula continued to ignore her. “I kept her alive because I thought she might eventually be of some use. And after I took the Earth King’s throne I sent some of my new Dai Li agents to pick her up, right where we left her, bound and naked in the woods.”

The whole time Azula had been talking Zuko hadn’t managed to take his eyes from Suki’s incredible body. His fruitless pursuit of the Avatar meant that he had spent most of his formative years sailing the world, looking for someone that no one truly thought still existed. He’d gained knowledge, honed his fighting skills under the tutelage of his uncle, but his single-minded pursuit of his quarry meant that he had missed out on some of the things that other men his age pursued. He’d had little experience with girls. He could count the number of dates he’d had on one hand, and he had certainly never seen one naked. Now, on display before him, spread eagle-weasel, as it were, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he couldn’t stop staring at her.

Azula had noticed this as well. “Like what you see, do you, Zuzu?” Her little nickname for him had always irritated him in the past, but now he hardly heard it. “Then I’m sure you’ll like this.” She continued. “I’ve learned recently that the lady warriors of Kyoshi Island have an unusual way of maintaining focus. We meditate to clear our minds, direct our energies, and hone our fighting skills. These Kyoshi warriors have a different technique.”

Zuko was only half listening, but Suki was reacting to the words, which brought him back into the moment a bit more. “The Kyoshi Warriors use sexual pleasure to keep themselves free from distractions. They spend their nights pleasuring each other so that during the day they can fight without distraction.” (Too bad Sokka missed that part).

Azula now had Zuko’s full attention. She reveled in the look on her brother’s face, half shock, half lust. And beneath his robes she could see what the effect that the latter half was having. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“What do you think I mean, big brother?” Azula replied coyly. “Certainly you must know how pleasuring a woman works.” Zuko flushed for a moment, and Azula knew she had hit her mark, but she continued her act. “No?” She asked innocently. “Well, let me explain. The warriors would gather together in a large building with soft grass covering the floor. They would get naked and spend their evenings touching,” here she reached out and touched Suki lightly. It wasn’t a particularly erotic touch, Azula’s fingers rested lightly on the warrior’s toned abs, but what she was saying and the memories she was provoking were having an effect on the Kyoshi Warrior. Her eyes were as angry as ever, but her body was sending a different message, and the light touch of Azula’s skin on hers sent a shiver through her body. Azula kept talking, “and licking.” She leaned forward and extended her tongue in preparation to lick one of Suki’s nipples. The young warrior had little leeway to move, but she used what she did have, almost unconsciously to arch her back, extending her breasts toward Azula’s mouth. At the last moment the sadistic fire princess pulled back, and Suki’s body fell back against the wall. “Until they all fell asleep on each other’s bodies.” She finished and turned back to Zuko.

“How do you know all of this?” He asked.

Azula laughed again, her cold laugh that chilled men to their cores. “You’d be amazed what you can find in the palace library if you know where to look.” She said. “But I first suspected it when they brought our beautiful little warrior into this cell. There was no reason to tie her up. So they set her free, but as soon as the guard stepped out of the room he began to hear something. When he came back she was touching herself, with reckless abandon, from what I hear.” Azula smiled at Suki who looked away. “She’d been tied up in the woods for two days, separated from her sister warriors and their nightly routine, unable to even pleasure herself. And when she was finally untied the first thing she wanted was not food, was not water, but an orgasm.” She reached around and grabbed Suki’s firm butt, squeezing it. “Fortunately we put a stop to that before she got it. I did a little research, and now Suki has been tied up here for almost a whole other day. Haven’t you my dear? “

Suki was now trying desperately to avoid the gaze of the two siblings, but her body betrayed her, and as Azula rhythmically massaged her ass, Suki’s body began to move in response. The sight of her sensual body movements, however restricted, almost sent Zuko over the edge.

With her other hand Azula traced a line from the warrior’s belly button down her hairless crotch almost to the crest of her slit. “How long has it been, Suki?” She whispered. “How long since you’ve had someone to touch you? How long since you’ve had a woman to make you feel like a woman?”

Suki’s body was shaking so that it was almost vibrating. The unspoken promise of Azula’s words was almost too much. She desperately needed to be touched, to reach the climax she’d been denied for over a week. Azula didn’t know it, but, due to a variety of reasons, the Kyoshi warriors hadn't been able to have their nightly sessions for several days before they’d found Appa in the forest. Since her induction into the society of female warriors she had never gone this long without climax. Her body cried out for it.

Azula leaned in closer to Suki’s ear, her finger tracing formless shapes across the other girl’s hairless mound. Her voice was quieter, incredibly sensual. “Answer me, Suki. Answer my one harmless question, and I’ll touch you, I’ll give you what you need.” Suki’s will and her body were locked in what seemed like an irresolvable struggle. She couldn’t give in to anything that the fire princess asked for, but she so desperately wanted to. Then Azula’s tongue reached out and, ever so gently, grazed the conflicted warrior’s ear, and Suki went over the edge. “TOO LONG!!” She screamed out.

“Mmm,” Azula cooed, “that was good, dear. I think that has earned you a little reward.” The raven-haired princess reached between the other girl’s legs and, starting at her tight little asshole ran a single finger all the way back to the front, running firmly across her desperate pussy lips, when she was done her finger was soaked from its quick trip across the other girl’s horny slit. Suki made a sound that sounded strangely like a purr. “Look at how wet you are.” Azula said. “You must really want this.”

“Yes!” Suki cried out quietly, it was almost more of a squeak. Her first answer had been so difficult. This second one came much more easily.

Azula placed her palm directly over the brunette’s pussy and rubbed slightly. “Ooooo,” Suki said, a moan of release, as if a giant weight was being lifted from her shoulders.

“You want more?” Azula whispered seductively.

“Yes!” Suki said.

“Then tell me what you are.”

Suki turned and looked into the other woman’s eyes, for the first time not with hate, something more like fear was there now. She desperately wanted to comply, but she had no idea what Azula wanted to hear.

“Tell me that you’re a slut.” Azula said with a smile.

“I’m a slut.” Suki hissed desperately.

Azula gave her pussy another rub by way of a reward. “A horny slut.”

“I’m a horny slut.” Suki whispered back, moving her face as close to Azula’s as possible, a desperate hunger having overtaken her. Her eyes were now wild, filled with nothing but the hunger, the desperate desire to have the Fire Nation’s princess fulfill her promise.

“Say that you’ll be my slave.” Azula whispered, no longer seductive, now fierce and commanding.

Suki had just enough resistance left to stop herself from saying what Azula wanted. Azula looked at her, fire behind her eyes. “Say it, Suki. Say it or I’ll leave you alone again, and let you hang here forever.”

Suki couldn’t stop herself. “I’ll be your slave!” She yelled, defeated completely.

“Good.” Azula said. She took a step back, releasing Suki’s ass and her cunt.

“No!” Suki yelled, pleading with her captor, now her self-acknowledged master.

“Don’t worry, Suki.” Azula said, smiling. “I’m not going to leave you. In fact, I’m going to release you. But you have to promise me that you won’t start touching yourself when I let you go.”

“I won’t!” Suki declared. She’d have said anything to get Azula’s hand back between her legs.

“If you do,” Azula warned, “I’ll chain you back up and leave you there for a week.”

“I won’t!” Suki assured her.

“Call me mistress.” Azula said.

“I won’t, mistress, I promise.” Suki was now pulling at her chains, desperate to be set free, to be touched.

Zuko had watched the entire thing. He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t said a word. He wasn’t sure if he’d even blinked. He’d just watched, in awe, as his sister had broken the spirit of the beautiful, incredibly strong leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. He was amazed. He continued to watch as Azula released the girl with the short brown hair and the white face from her shackles. It was as if the two of them had completely forgotten that he was even there.

Suki fell to the ground, the pain in her arms and legs was too intense for them to support her. Zuko observed her as she lay there for a moment, curled into a ball, still beautiful, still incredibly sexy, but somehow less impressive, almost pitiable.

“On your knees slave.” Azula’s voice said. Without a pause to even consider the command Suki rose to her knees. She and Zuko were both surprised when they looked at Azula and she had gotten rid of her own Dai Li uniform, now laying crumpled in the corner. She was as physically fit and toned as Suki, but her whole body seemed somehow leaner, more sharp, even her breasts, larger than Suki’s, seemed pointed.

“You must have a lot of experience with this.” Azula said, pointing to her own crotch, which was sporting a curly patch of jet black pubic hair. “Let’s see what all those nights on Kyoshi taught you.”

Suki hesitated for a moment. She was free now. She might be able to fight her way out. She had a chance.

“Do it now, slave!” Azula commanded, “or I will chain you back up, and you will never get relief.”

Suki reacted quickly, crawling forward on her hands and knees, she dived face-first into the evil girl’s pussy. Her tongue had indeed had quite a bit of experience. She ran it up and down Azula’s pussy, which, despite her superior attitude was also quite wet. She got her head as far into the other girl’s crotch as she could, having to turn her head upwards to take advantage of her position, and darting her tongue in and out of Azula’s slit.

Then, while Suki’s fingers rubbed Azula’s clit, rolling it gently back and forth or rubbing it quickly beneath them, she moved her body all the way between her new mistress’ legs and her tongue found the dark haired girl’s ass hole.

“Oh, God!” Azula yelped. “I’d never even thought of that. Ty Lee is going to love you.”

Suki continued to rub Azula’s pussy and lick her asshole for a minute or two before sticking her fingers inside of the fire princess. She began with two, sliding them in and out, slowly at first but with increasing speed. Azula’s sopping pussy lubricated them quickly. Soon Suki was using three and then four fingers, now slamming almost her entire hand into the other girl’s soaking hot snatch, and every time she had her fingers all the way in her thumb would come to rest on Azula’s clit.

The daughter of the Fire Lord was quickly approaching her climax. Suki changed positions again. She continued ramming her hand into Azula’s hole, but she swung around and positioned herself so that her mouth was over her mistress’ clit, and she attacked it with her tongue.

Azula began to yell as she climaxed, and as a final little nudge Suki sent one finger of her free hand up Azula’s ass. This produced an even louder orgasmic scream, and Azula fell, backwards, leaning against the wall for support as her toes curled uncontrollably with her orgasm.

For several moments Azula just lay there in post orgasmic bliss, breathing heavily. Then she turned her gaze from Suki, who was still on her knees, looking up at her mistress hopefully, to her brother.

At some point during the show Zuko had lost control. He was now holding a rather large, rock hard cock in his hand as he watched to see what the two naked women would do next.

“You’ve done well, slave.” Azula said, her commanding demeanor quickly returning. “I’m going to give you what you want.” Suki looked like she might orgasm just from the joy of hearing that statement. “But I think my brother could use some attention.”

Suki turned and saw Zuko with his dick in his hands, looking shocked, but hopeful about the turn things had suddenly taken. Suki stared at his dick for a long moment. She’d never seen a man’s thing before. She knew what she was supposed to do with one, but she never had. Were they all they big. Was Sokka’s?

Misinterpreting the girl’s pause Azula spoke again, “while you are seeing to my brother’s needs, I will see to yours.”

The statement cleared Suki’s head of any extraneous thoughts, and the young warrior, now slave, crawled over on her hands and knees, and gently moved Zuko’s hand away from his engorged member. She began by stroking it lightly, just to see what reaction it would have. Zuko moaned a bit. Since he seemed to enjoy it, she continued.

“Lick it.” She heard Azula’s voice order from across the room. Without even looking to her mistress Suki reached out her tongue and ran it along the entire length of his penis. When she reached the head Zuko shivered slightly with pleasure. Taking this as a positive sign, Suki continued her tongue bath, focusing on the head.

“What is that?” She heard Zuko say. Suki turned to see Azula. From her discarded pile of clothes she had removed something that looked like leather underwear, but attached to the front was a large elongated piece of rock. She noticed that it bore a remarkable similarity to the dick in front of her, only it had considerably more girth.

“A little treat for my new slave.” Azula replied with a smile. “I had some of the earthbenders make it for me. Their talents may be savage, but they do have their uses.” She began to strap the unwieldy device to her midsection. “No one told you to stop, slave.”

Suki quickly went back to Zuko’s dick, licking it up and down, sometimes taking the entire head into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue. But all the while her eyes were as far back as they could go, trying to catch site of Azula, to see what she planned to do with her new toy.

Suddenly she felt the other woman’s hands on her hips. She didn’t dare turn around. She continued her oral ministrations, which, by this time, had Zuko too distracted to notice anything else. Then she felt the rough sensation of rock against her skin. It rubbed up and down her dripping cunt. She moaned through Zuko’s dick in her mouth.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“Ooo, yes, mistress.” She said in between taking the prince’s dick from her mouth and reaching down to experimentally lick one of his balls. Zuko seemed to enjoy that. So she continued.

“Have you ever had a dick in your pussy before, slave?” Azula asked provocatively.

An hour before Suki would never have even considered a response to such a question. Now she answered quickly and plainly, in between sucking Zuko’s testes into her mouth as her hand pumped on his erect member. “No, mistress.”

“Well, we’ll fix that.” With those words Azula plunged the stone strap-on into Suki. The former Kyoshi Warrior screamed, intense pain and unimagined pleasure mixed together for that split second.

Azula continued unabated. Her first thrust had been a deep one, ripping Suki’s hymen apart. When Azula pulled out, she saw blood, but she pushed back in without a second thought. Suki whimpered in pain, but she continued stroking Zuko.

“Do you want me to stop, slave?” Azula asked as she pumped slowly into the other woman. “If you want me to stop and chain you back up, just say so.”

Suki whimpered again. It hurt terribly, but the feeling was worth the pain. “No,” she said in a determined voice.

“That’s good, slave.” Azula replied. She’d buried her considerable artificial dick as far as it would go inside of the brown-haired beauty, and she began to slowly pull back out.

Suki turned her attention back to Zuko’s member, still whimpering like a puppy every now and then as Azula pumped her stone dick in and out. Zuko’s hand found the back of her head, as she attempted to take his cock farther into her mouth. He stroked her hair, which, by now, was filthy and sweaty from everything she’d endured in recent days. As Azula began to speed up the thrusting of her hips into Suki’s pussy, Zuko began to thrust his own, fucking her mouth. When she attempted to pull away, his hand, which had been gently stroking her short brown hair, became a restraining device, holding her head in place while he fucked her face.

She was trapped, dicks, one flesh, one stone, plowed into her from each end, both accelerating. Finally Zuko pushed her head as far down as it would go, his considerable manhood shoved down her throat, and he began to shoot his seed down her gullet. Suki had never been with a man before, and she had no idea what to expect. So when something suddenly began filling her throat and mouth, she gagged ferociously, and tore away from him, the last few blasts of cum landing in her hair and on her face.

She coughed hard, hacking up huge gobs of semen, which fell out onto the ground. The inside of her mouth and throat were coated with the sticky white substance, but she was no longer choking on it, although some of it was dripping into her eyes.

Zuko sat down on the floor, spent by his climax. Azula, however, continued plowing, relentlessly, holding Suki in place to keep her from collapsing onto the ground in her fit of coughing. She laughed loudly. “You’re going to learn to swallow that, slave. Do you understand?”

Through Suki’s coughing the fire princess thought she heard something along the lines of “yes, mistress.” It was close enough.

“Now roll over!” Azula ordered.

Suki quickly did as she was told. The floor was filthy, covered in bits of straw that had been there for God knows how long. Some of the straw was sticky with the gobs of semen that the former warrior had hacked up, and this straw and cum stuck to her hair and back, as Azula rolled the young girl over, never removing the huge stone dick, and began to fuck her mercilessly.

Suki looked strangely different, but in some ways the same. The white cum that now coated parts of her face imitated the face paint, of which a small amount could still be seen. Her hair, however, was a wild mess, white cum and yellow straw was mixed in liberally with her beautiful brown locks. Her face, once filled with such hatred and contempt for the firebenders holding her captive was twisted in rapture as one of them plowed over and over into her cunt. Her legs were spread as far as she could manage, allowing Azula full access to her most private of places.

Azula’s thrusts were stronger and faster than before. She plowed all the way in with each stroke, and she did it with such energy that Suki would be pushed forward, her bare back scraping against the stone floor, but neither of them noticed. Suki was screaming with pleasure, and Azula was watching her. She totally dominated the girl now, as she had planned.

Suddenly Azula stopped. Suki looked up in mid-scream. “Please, mistress, don’t.” She pleaded. “I’m almost there. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“I know you will, slave.” Azula said. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you cum, but I have an idea.” She pulled her stone dick out of the other girl’s cunt and looked down at it. She wrapped her hand around it, as if she was going to begin rubbing her own stone phallus. Instead her hand began to glow. She used firebending to warm the rock member until it was hot, not hot enough to burn, but extremely hot. Then she shoved it back into Suki’s desperate, waiting hole.

“OOOOOOO KYOSHI!” Suki screamed. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced, and the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed until her lungs could hold no more air, and then she passed out with the heated stone dick still buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Azula looked over to her brother. “Didn’t I tell you you’d enjoy this, brother?”

Zuko was still out of breath; his flaccid member lay between his legs, a stream of cum still hanging from it. He nodded vaguely.

“And this is just the beginning.” Azula informed him with another of her cold, chilling laughs.
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