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Dominance	By : Snikers Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 11610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zhai’s fine eyes studied the distant shore
of the Earth lang=EN-CA> Kingdomlang=EN-CA>’s lands. To his side, the ship’s navigator grappled with the wheel and did her best to hold the vessel on course. The seas were choppy and the weather was bad; even the massive weight of the steam-powered battleships (both a boon and a curse for Fire Nation navigators, depending on the situation) was rocked by the waves. There was a storm brewing, which was never good news for sailors, even as close to the shores as this.
“There.” Zhai pointed out towards the shore, through the light rain that the gray skies had begun to shed. “Over there, a port. It’s flying the Fire Nation colours – we’ve captured this entire region anyway – and it has plenty of space for us. We can wait out the storm there. Do you see it?”
It was hard to see, even with Zhai’s keen eyesight, and it was easy to miss for the harried navigator. “It’s all rock and rain to me, Zhai!” the navigator said in return, forcing the wheel to go against the whims of the ocean’s waves.
“It’s just to the right of that mountain. You’ll see it as you get closer,” explained Zhai, and the navigator nodded.
“You’d better tell Princess Azula we’re going to be docking for the night, wait out the storm. Just hope she doesn’t throw you off the ship for slowing us down,” she said with a grin of mock sadism.
“Very funny,” replied Zhai as he turned to go below deck. “Are you going to be all right steering us into port?”
“I’ll be fine as long as it doesn’t get much worse too soon. Of course, it’d be easier if this behemoth didn’t steer like a buzzard-mule—!”
The navigator’s voice was cut off as Zhai stepped below decks and out of the rain. Well, I guess it’s too heavy for her again, he thought. The suspense of what it’d be today was overwhelming. He ran his hands over the top of his head, trying to brush at least some of the light rainwater out of his hair and maintain some manner of official dress. At least he wasn’t out there long enough to get too wet.
He stopped outside of Azula’s room – which had previously been the Captain’s room, until royalty had come on board and suddenly he didn’t deserve the finest lodgings anymore – and opened the door. It was evening, and Azula liked to get to bed early, so she could be up at the crack of dawn. The door swung open and Zhai began to speak.
“Princess Azula, I’ve come to repoooouhhhhh…” was approximately what Zhai’s said as he saw the result of his timing. Azula had apparently been changing when he had opened the door. The armour of the Fire Nation army was removed, and her boots were standing side-by-side – with crisp military precision, naturally – at the foot of the bed. She was still clad in her leggings, but from the waist up, she was entirely bare. The flat stomach led straight up to her breasts; not bloatedly large nor suffering under their own weight like those of some older women but those of Azula’s own age. The nipples cast tiny shadows that danced in the light cast from the fireplace to the side. The fine lines of the princess’s collarbone and shoulders stood below her familiar face, currently looking at him with a neutral expression. Zhai expected that to change momentarily.
The soldier stood motionless in shock, his limbs frozen. He tried to speak, but his mind blanked; his lips quivering slightly, but nothing more. He had to do something, but he couldn’t think of anything beyond the whirling panic clouding his mind.
“Step inside, seaman,” purred Azula. Her voice and face remained neutral, betraying nothing. “And close the door behind you.”
And Zhai took a step into the room and swung the door shut behind him. He was a military man; if there was one thing that he could do no matter how afraid, it was follow orders. He was now cut off from the rest of the ship, alone in the room with only the topless princess – known for her aptitude in cold and very effective violence – who was now gazing at him with a hint of her usual self-satisfied smirk.
“Now, seaman,” she continued, “I believe you came here to report something.”
Zhai corrected his stance to one of attention, as appropriate when speaking to one’s superiors. “Yes – I – P-princess Azula, there is a s-storm approaching. We are – uh – uh – ”
Azula was continuing to undress. She hooked her thumbs over the waist of her leggings and pushed downward, neatly sliding the clothing down her legs and to her ankles. Stepping out of the leggings, she picked them up, folded them and placed them with her uniform’s shirt, at the foot of the bed. She straightened up and looked at him again, naked as the day she was born and hiding nothing.
Zhai felt a familiar stirring between his legs and suffered a new fear, even through the very real terror that he was going to be burned to death in the next few seconds. He shouldn’t feel like this, she was so young, a teenager, a child…but he couldn’t help but look. Her long, thin legs were silky smooth, and those of an athlete; strong and agile, swift and dangerous, just like the rest of her. Her groin was covered with a triangle of pubic hair, but trimmed and neat; obviously Azula would not tolerate disorder in any form anywhere on her body. Her skin was clear and smooth, unmarked by scars or disease or even simple age. It was the body of a teenager exactly matching her years, in all ways but one. Her face was still the Azula he and everyone else on the ship both respected and feared; where Zhai doubted she had ever looked childish. The face where the cruelty was expressed even in her smile; the same smile she was wearing now. That self-confident smirk she wore when she knew she was in control.
Zhai couldn’t help but notice the way the firelight danced across her breasts as she turned and lightly strolled across the room to the far wall, where her sleeping robe hung on a hook. “I didn’t catch that, seaman,” she said as she plucked the robe and laid it across her arm.
“Yes – uh – there’s a storm, so we…we’re going to port at a dock we captured from the Earth Kingdom.” Zhai’s voice was high and strangled. He had to resist a terrified yelp when Azula turned and began to walk towards him. “We’ll be there soon, and we’re – we’re going to wait out the night.”
“Hmm.” Zhai had expected the princess to wear the robe, but she kept it draped across her forearm and stopped directly in front of him. Zhai tried to meet her gaze but couldn’t stop looking just below, at her breasts, whose nipples were just barely brushing against his armour. Or maybe between them, down to her crotch, where firelight was slipping through her wide-legged stance to be caught in the lowermost hairs, making them glow eerily orange below her shadowed vagina. “We cannot afford delays. My treacherous brother has a significant head start already. A night would cost us.”
“Yes, Princess, but if we—” Zhai’s words were cut off as Azula’s hand reached down and began to grope him through his leggings. He could feel her digits probing the material about his genitals; fingers surrounding his testicles, thumb running up and down his erection.
“Carry on, seaman,” she said naturally, as if nothing was happening.
“Uh – I – uh,” stuttered Zhai. “If we try to sail through this s-storm, even if we don’t sink, we’ll b-be thrown off course by th-the waves. We’ll be disoriented. It will cost us time to r-realign ourselves.”
“Hmm…that’s true,” said Azula, before taking a half-step backwards and pushing Zhai in the chest, hard.
Azula had the same talent in martial arts as she did in most any other study she pursued, and had a fine appreciation of human balance and vulnerabilities. She could knock anyone over even if they were expecting it. But she didn’t need it on Zhai, who was at this point so frozen and light-headed that he was on the floor before he even thought about stopping his fall. Azula dropped to a military-style crouch in front of him, smirk in full force.
“I must commend your form, seaman,” Azula purred and she grabbed Zhai’s leggings in one hand, the other still supporting her robe. “You are standing at full attention.” She yanked, and the pants were pulled down to Zhai’s knees. His erection unhesitantly sprung upwards, pointing – as it turned out – directly towards Azula’s face. It was much more enthusiastic than Zhai, who was overwhelmed by dread and fear.
Azula grasped Zhai’s penis and began to stroke up and down, her sadistic grin widening. Zhai was no virgin – the scene brought back memories of girlfriends and, most recently, a prostitute he had met in the Earth Kingdom, who had done just such a thing to warm him up for the main course. But he’d desired it then, and in fact so did she, eager to earn money from a “rich” Fire Nation soldier instead of the impoverished citizens of the conquered town. He had paid for it, he had wanted it – not like this. He could feel waves of pleasure from the princess’s, the teenager’s hand on his erection, and hated it. He couldn’t do anything but sit there while she worked on him…
This couldn’t be happening, the soldier told himself. This wasn’t right, he didn’t want to enjoy this. Her pace had quickened and her grip had tightened; Zhai was starting to feel sharp impulses of pain from the sensitive organ. But it felt so good at the same time, and Azula was still naked in front of him. The pink of her genitals was showing through her pubic hair, and the movement of her arm was making her breasts bounce just so slightly, just visible in the movement of her erect nipples –
Zhai felt a rush of warmth go through him and he orgasmed, some of the ejaculate ending up on Azula’s hand and some running down his drooping erection and all over him. A black feeling of horror spread through him penetrated only by the spark of raw fear – she wanted him for something, she was going to fuck him but he had come and now he wasn’t any good to him and she’d be angry and –
Azula reached out for his neck and wiped the sperm off her hand under his chin. He quivered at her touch on his sensitive skin, leaving the sticky substance behind, and just barely scratched by one nail as she pulled away. Her vagina was raised to eye level as she stood. She seemed to neither notice nor care of its position inches from his face as she unfolded the robe and turned away.
Even the curve of her back allured him before she opened the robe and draped it over herself, standing beside her bed. She half-turned and looked at him, fiddling with her robe. One breast was still visible from his angle, standing in profile and pulling attention away from her face.
“We will dock at the port, but only for the duration of the storm,” she said. “The moment the weather improves, or dawn – whichever comes first – we will pull out and continue our search. And there will be no delays in doing so. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Princess. Right away.” Zhai struggled with his uniform’s trousers and unsteadily got to his feet.
“Dismissed, seaman.”
Zhai didn’t wait to hear or see any more as he swiftly exited Azula’s room. He turned a corner and saw one of his shipmates, who gave him a courteous nod. Zhai didn’t react, but kept his head down. He couldn’t be seen like this. The shame and humiliation was overwhelming.
Zhai broke out onto the deck and into the wet, stomping towards the head of the ship. The combination of rain and sea’s saltwater on his face was cold and good. He reached the ship’s bow and wrapped his hands around the railing, looking facestrong into the wind and waves.
“Steering is turning into a challenge! If this hummingbird-bee had a little weight on her, maybe the waves wouldn’t be such a problem!” shouted the navigator, throwing herself against the wheel. She caught one look of Zhai’s expression and took on a look of concern. “Zhai? What the heck happened to you?”
* * *
“Uuunnff.”
Azula received the orgasm with a guttural growl, vaginal muscles tightening around her wet fingers. The same moisture was being used to circle the areola of one nipple, hard as a tiny rock under her fingers. She would not allow herself to cry out, no matter how strong the feelings she felt were. A princess of the Fire Nation does not scream.
The only reason she made a sound at all was that this furious round of masturbation was bringing about such incredible, overwhelming orgasms. To see the man at her mercy, hating her touch but unable to stop even his own body – to have such control over him – it was all that she could do to keep from touching herself then and there. She would have so dearly loved to have her full way with him, too – to straddle him from above, looking down at his face as his erection throbbed inside of her, feeling every muscle in his body push against her, helplessly –
The attention paid to her clitoris increased, and her breast was given a hard squeeze. The mental image was delicious. But it couldn’t come to be, because the second she showed her own desire she would lose her control – would show she didn’t have such discipline over her own body, and that would have ruined everything.
And Azula did have total control, oh yes. But she couldn’t reap the full benefits of control on Fire Nation soldiers, and so she thought she’d make a stop in the Earth Kingdom, where she could really go all out. Maybe a female this time; she’d love to hear an Earth girl squeal, the princess’s fingers deep inside of her and scratching at her inner walls…
The thought was enough to send her over the edge again, and orgasm shook her sweating body. The only sound was a wet, shuddering exhalation.
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