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Princess Azula - Katara; Pretense

2007-12-25T23:21:29Z

EDITED (to keep personal things.. personal). Smut.. between Azula & Katara. It's lesbian funtiems, so enjoy. ♥

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“Hello peasant.” A blinding fluorescent light flickers to life, revealing in the dark a powerless girl revered as a waterbending master. Azula walks toward the girl huddling in the corner of her sepia cage.

“Are you here to let me go? You better be here to let me go!” Katara yells, standing to protect whatever pride she believes she has left -- though in truth she has nothing. No water, no clothes, not even the ability to use her hands as they are tied behind her back -- everything was taken from her upon her capture.

The last thing Katara remembers before waking in this dingy cell was Ty Lee jabbing her in a few odd places. Azula took all of Katara’s possessions and burned them thereafter.

But all that had happened many days ago. And Azula had already briefly explained before why Katara was here; she was a pawn in her plan to capture the Avatar. Azula knew all along about the boys’ little crush on the waterbending girl, making her the perfect prisoner.

“Do you like your new room? I suppose you’ll be living here a while longer.”

“Well?” Katara asks, referring back to her earlier question and ignoring Azula’s words.

“Patience, my dear. Every other part of you is scratched, I’d hate if your pretty voice became so as well.”

“Let. Me. Go!”

“Ergh, don’t make me repeat myself!” Azula grasped Katara’s jaw and let her sharp nails seep into the girls bruised skin. The pain caused Katara to yelp, and the small noise made Azula titter.

“I’m not one who’s fond of saying things twice.” She spoke softly with a sinful tone to her voice, her lips only a few inches from Katara’s ear. The words lingered for awhile before she continued.

“Now, as I was about to say; I’ve sent yet another messenger boy with a note to fetch your Avatar buddy. Are you as… surprised as I am that he has yet to arrive?”

Azula steps back to properly examine the young girls expression.
Katara looks upon Azula with pity and contempt.

Interesting…

“Both Aang and my brother will-”

“Ha! I’m mildly interested in meeting up with the avatar, It is so entertaining to watch poor Zuzu run his pride into the ground trying to capture him himself. Your weakling of a brother is of no importance to me at all.

I can’t understand why you let the poor fool tag along.” Azula pauses thoughtfully, bringing her hand to her chin.
“Tell me… is he your slave? Is it his job to do whatever sexual activity you and the Avatar ask of him?”

Azula loves the mortified look upon Katara’s face. It works so well with the roughed-up state her body is in.

Hmm, this girl may proves to be… useful.

“Yes, that must be the reason you let him follow you around… and it must also be the reason your two lackey’s aren’t here at this very moment. It’s all because your brother has been ordered to give the Avatar the blowjob of the century!” Azula cackles at her revelation.

Nothing eases stress like a little sexual healing… She thinks and laughs even more.

Taunting people had always been such fun, especially when the person on the receiving end of such taunts was so… receptive. Indeed this girl would be fun to play with.

Azula was elated by the anger spreading all over the girls nude body. She loved the way she stood; Kind of bent over with her knees against each other. The waterbending master whose body was dressed in nothing but dried blood and scars was naught but a powerless peasant.

“Damn you… bitch!” Katara yelled, lifting her leg to attack. Katara’s shin only comes in contact with Azula’s forearm, but it’s still forceful enough to knock the princess back several inches.

Azula notices blood smeared on her arm where it knocked against her lip. The princess looked up and grimaced.

Well, I guess I’ve failed to harm her spirit

Azula liked this girl; Katara wasn’t like the other people who jumped when she had simply told them to hop. She was harder to control, harder to hurt, she was… interesting.

“What the hell has gotten into you, peasant?” She walked quickly to Katara and grabbed her hair, threading her fingers through the tangled mess.

“Well?” Azula laughed, mocking her words from earlier. She pulled, yanking the girls head into an upright position.

“Do you like pain? Do you enjoy it, Masochist?”

“I don’t know. I certainly don’t feel any pain from you.” Katara sneered and she began to laugh herself.

Azula pulled her hair again and again and again, successfully knocking Katara’s head into the wall. The expression of pure pain on her face made Azula ecstatic once again.

Katara yelled loudly, they were heavy screams she tried poorly to mask. Her lips quivered in and out between her teeth and tears started to come from her tightly closed eyes.

She looks delectable.

Azula muffled her yells with a kiss. Her forceful tongue pinned Katara’s down and massaged it. Katara twisted and turned her body, trying to throw the princess off of her, trying to stop her forced entry.

So Azula stopped her moving by pressing her body against the wall with her own, binding her in one place.

Azula’s hands played with her breasts, her fingers tracing along the scrapes that adorned them. She traced the outline of her nipple and found they were getting hard. Katara was becoming less resistant; she used her tongue to play with Azula’s instead of fighting it. And instead of taking breaths she began to moan more.

“I believe that you do not know how to properly answer a question.” Azula says, leaving Katara’s lips.

“God, I believe that you do not know how to kiss.” Katara jokes, but to a perfectionist like Azula, it is nothing to laugh about.

A superior smile graces Katara’s face. Her eyes glowing a vibrant blue, just like the lightning Azula had learned to control.

Katara…

Azula hadn’t met many people like her; Persons who always spoke their mind, who didn’t let fear and power and other people get into the way of what they wanted.

Azula’s breath grew quicker, her heart sped up. She wanted to control this uncontrollable girl. She wanted to make her squirm and moan and call out her name.

“Pity you know so little about me. We should really get to know each other.”

Her hand slithers down Katara’s waist, her skin is a mixture between delicate and destroyed.

“Wait.. What are you doing?” Katara looked shocked, but not un-wanting. Azula said nothing and began rubbing her fingers between her folds.

God, she’s so wet… She’s wanted this all along

She took to making small circular motions, rubbing her fingers slowly back and forth while Katara begins moving against Azula’s hand.

“If you must know, I’m fucking you.” She says lightly into her ear, then leans in to lick at the dried blood at the corner of Katara’s lips.

Tasty.

Katara catches her mouth and pulls her into a heated kiss; her tongue fumbles messily against Azula’s and she moans deeply against her soft lips. Katara finds herself wanting to hold Azula, but her arms are tied so she can’t.

Azula drops the kiss and fully pushes Katara against the wall. Her mouth finds it’s way onto Katara’s neck while her hand still remains between her legs. Katara’s eyes shut tight. She was moving her fingers so god awfully slow, and the ache and bliss of need came upon her so quickly. Her breath is haggard and Katara could feel her entire body become heavy and hot with desire, with lust.

“Azula… shit…” She says, not really wanting to tell her stop or continue. But anything would be better than this torture. She bucks her hips against Azula hands, cueing her to speed up. She’s so moist that Azula’s entire palm is wet.

“Why so hasty?” Azula asks, completely removing her hand and licking her fingers. She strokes Katara’s cheek before giving her fingers for Katara to taste.

Katara simply licking her finger is such a turn on for Azula. Her tongue swarms and greedily laps up her own fluids. Katara looks at Azula sinfully as she does, her eyes are open to a slit and she grins as she leans to kiss the princess. Azula can feel her own body on edge.

As they kiss Azula’s hands roam over Katara’s now clammy skin. She tears skin on the water tribe girls back as she holds her tightly. Breathing is no longer a necessity, what they need is each other.

“Ugh…” Katara begins -- tries -- to undress Azula with her teeth, but the princess simply pushes her back and does so herself. Slowly she reveals smooth skin, supple breasts; How else should a princess look?

“Turn around.” She orders Katara, when she doesn’t comply Azula turns her herself.

She presses Katara’s face into the cold wall and her breasts into her back.

“Your going to like this.” She says, reaching between her legs and plunging two fingers deep inside her. Her other hand rests on the darker girls behind. Katara lets out a low groan.

Finally

Azula moves her fingers in and out quickly, easily. Loving the feel of how wet and soft she is, loving the smell and sound that floats up and lingers all around them. Katara rocks and rubs her sweaty body against Azula’s, her own bound hands finding their way to the heat at Azula’s core. She rubs two fingers against the princess and equally enjoys how she feels. Wishing she could know if she tastes as sweet as she smells.

Their moans are continuous now, echoing harshly throughout the cave. Azula tries to muffle her own cries by nibbling on the young girls neck, but it only makes Katara groan even more loudly.

“Oh… fuck.” Katara squeals Her body almost moving mechanically now. She can feel it, she’s so close… so close.

The build-up is torture, where it seems as if every part of her body is throbbing insanely without control. The heat and sweat and mugginess all around, it’s everything that makes you want it even more and nothing can stop you from getting it.

“Ughn… Azu.. Azula!” She yells feeling the incredible tension release. She throws her head back as her orgasm takes all the energy from her body and sends shivers down her spine. Her yells send Azula into her own orgasm and standing becomes an obstacle. Oh how she loves it when someone yells her name.

With each contraction her body shivers, and a rush of coolness comes over the two girls.

Fuck.. Azula bites down on Katara’s skin as she tries to reign in her uneven breath.

“That was… that was… nice.” Katara tells Azula, sinking to the floor. She still tiny spasms deep within her.

“Yeah, I know. Aren’t I just perfect?”

Princess Azula - Sokka; Icing on the Cake

2007-12-17T00:56:45Z

Title: Icing on the Cake
Author: Jaelle
Word Count: 444
Warning: lime? XD You have to read it to understand..
Pairing: Sokka/Azula ^^

Katara despised her brothers new relationship, because she hated Azula with every fiber of her being. She couldn’t help but grimace each time Azula was anywhere near Sokka because, as she had clearly said many times to them both, Sokka could do so much better than this psychotic freak. Somehow, the water tribe warrior had managed to form a truce between the two girls, although it was a very weak one.

“Sokka, would you care for some more cake?” Azula asked in her nicest, and perhaps most well invented, voice; knowing that at this moment Katara was glaring at them both. “Eh, not really.” Sokka, always one to prefer meats over sweets, lifted his feet onto the coffee table and placed his arms behind his head; a toothpick dangled from his mouth. Katara likes how Sokka seemed to be ignoring Azula and laughs to herself. “Nice try, missy. But everyone whose important to Sokka knows he prefers salt over sugar.”

Azula trails a long finger through the icing on her slice of cake. Truthfully, Azula didn’t care too much for sweets either, and she hated the feeling of the sticky icing -- like many other substances -- on her body; but Azula was in the excellent mood for pissing someone off today. It was the whole purpose of why she had asked Sokka anything to begin with.

“I would be honored to share with you, Soki.” She takes the toothpick from him, and places her finger -- with a large dollop of white icing on top -- into his mouth. And he knows better -- really, he knows better -- than to refuse. Usually, It’s only a good idea to defy her when she’s tied up. Otherwise, they’d end up arguing like always (and make-up sex would follow); but he really wanted to prove to Katara that Azula was a worthy suitor.

Azula twirls her finger around a bit before moving it in and out, then completely removes it to lick at it herself. The actress makes exaggerative moans, all while making sure to side-glance a grimacing Katara as she does.

“Uh, Azula… are you feeling okay?” Sokka looks at her inquisitively before saying, more to himself than to anyone else, “I did warn you about that cactus juice… didn’t I?” He brings a hand under his chin, mimicking someone deep in thought. Katara feels bile rising in her throat.

“Oh Soki, I’m fine. But what about you? You’re so messy today.” She leans closer to him and gathers the icing around his lips onto her tongue. Katara’s expression of anger, and how deep her brows have come together, is a priceless Kodak moment.

Princess Yue - Prince Zuko; Illusion

2007-12-13T03:57:26Z

Title: Illusion
Author: Jaelle
Word Count: 105
Warning: None
Pairing: Yue/Zuko, and inevitable Yuokka

He was different than most people I had met. Of course I had seen people with pale skin and long wolf tails. His scar, that reminded me of the sweet juices which swelled when frozen in their jars, was also a defining feature, but it wasn’t what made him stand out.

He was so determined to appease an implacable family. He would give his life for his fathers love. For his nations acceptance. I felt as if my skin had gone ashen, hair dark, eyes amber and suddenly scarred by destiny as I stare through Sokka and remind him that I am betrothed..

Princess Azula - Sokka; She Who Makes Me Sin

2007-12-13T03:33:11Z

Author: Jaelle → azurite_ink (It should be noted that I have two writing journals xD
Prompt: Betrayal #14
Title: She Who Makes Me Sin
Word Count: 454
Rating: R, NSFW. xD Yeah... I went THERE
Summary: Azula and Sokka are talking, realizing new and different things about each other and themselves. And yes it does take place right after they had just smexed each other up. That explains their lack of clothes.
Author's Notes: I am in love with Shakespeare~! So, I wrote this with inspiration from one of his poems, entitled Sonnet 141. There's a slight poetic twang to this fic, I apologize ahead of time for the inconsistent rhyming, haha. Also, there's... ah... lime? Not lemon only because I have a hard time describing woodies xD Hope I kept them IC.

And WOOT! First post xDD

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“Why do you like fighting so much?” Sokka says to the sky. It’s flaming orange and black at it’s bottom, where the leaves sway by and by; fruitless in their effort to cool the hot air.

“Well, why do you like breathing so much?” She asks, almost sincerely. Azula has him right where she wants -- beneath her -- as she lays on his chest. It’s too hot to argue, and he’s too tired to care. With his hand on her waist, her bare and clammy skin, “Because I just do.” He answers and meets her stare.

“I don’t believe you, Soki.” She calls him, hands trailing his sweaty arms. She smirks because it’s a fact that she’s always right. And anyway, if she wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to deny her charm. Sokka believes that he hates her. He doesn’t like her discordant voice, her rough hands, or the distinct smell of burned flesh on her skin. He has no idea why it is she who makes him sin.

But she does. And he betrays his mind, all reason and his friends. Because he doesn’t know why he’s become so enamored... He simply is.

“Sokka, are you breathing now?” She asks wholeheartedly with her small heart as she places her lips on his; in a kiss so soft and sweet, he doesn’t quite know whose it is. He wants it to stop, there’s no reason for this to continue! But soon, his mind and body -- his heart -- gives in. He surrenders to her tailored kiss, of want and need and ownership. And she knows for sure that she’s got him when he entwines her fingers with his. She deepens the kiss; their lips, their tongues, their breathes as one. She becomes lost in the moment of the setting sun. The pace quickens, and she can’t help but rub her body against his, to grab his arms and hold down his wrists -- to make steam so profound only ice and fire could withstand. Their tongues tied and fighting for dominance; only Sokka, she knows, makes her pay to get her way. In only a few seconds the temperature has highly risen. She hears herself moaning, him groaning; She whispers his name beneath her breath.

“Well, are you?” Her sentence is haggard. She lifts her head, catching herself before she goes to far. Sokka follows the departed kiss, and Azula pushes him back down. His chest leaps quickly, gulping down air; but so does Azula’s, he realizes with cheer.

“Why does it matter?” He brushes wet hair from her face, and he waits. He actually cares for what she has to say.

But for once, Azula is at a loss for words.

Princess Yue - Princess Azula; SOMETHING LIKE THAT

2007-11-08T02:41:23Z

Title: Something Like That
Author: Jaelle/Kazure
Pairing: Princess Azula & Princess Yue
Table: Winter
Challenge: Frostbite
Word count: 345
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: Azula-Yue... it must be my avatar otp! :) This fic, although short, is mainly metaphorical~ It takes place sometime after The Siege on the North. Miraciously, Yue isn't dead :) (behold the power of fanon). Umm... I don't have much else to type here, I just hope you enjoy it!
x-posted to 10pastryhearts & azurite_ink

Outside the world was still. A world nearly vacant of all color and life. The sky was concealed by a single ashen cloud. Below it, snow had fallen and frozen overnight. It covered the dark limbs of trees, as if hiding their shame from being so bare.

This is the time of year that Azula hated the most. When all she was permitted to do was look out of a frosted window. When, as her father would say in a calm yet intimidating voice, she needed to stay inside. And Never go out into the cold where death had consumed all life that was green and surely could harm her.

But Azula did many things her father would disapprove of. And on many nights, just as the sun fell behind a blurred horizon, Azula would sneak outside whilst her father retired to his chambers. What other environment to practice in but one as rigid as you wish your strength to be?

The fire nation was odd in that most days and nights of the cold season, as they had called it, were accompanied by a full moon. Pale and lucid in the mornings, lustrous and prominent at night. Sometimes Azula would practice for hours, aiming higher and higher for that lump of crystallized snow in the sky. Angered by it’s majestic power and how it had seemed to haunt her every night in her dreams. The next day she’d feel numb and tingle with warmth all over. This, Azula thinks, is what her father should warn her about. And as she sifts deeper into coverlets colored rose, she tries to forget, though unsuccessfully, the memory of her first frostbite. The feeling is exactly the same, though it wasn’t a bite but actually a look that had caused her to feel so euphoric and anxious at once. A glance so somber and sublime. Finally, someone had taken the breath straight from her dragon lungs. Finally, there was someone who equally rivaled her beauty. And it was a water bender, of all people. A princess like herself.

Saya Otonashi - Kaori Kinjo; ERASE A MEMORY

2007-10-31T03:33:41Z

Title: Erase a Memory
Rating: G
Fandom: Blood+
Character: Saya Otonashi & Kaori Kinjo
Author's Notes: I'm partially addicted to Blood+ at the moment. The only thing that upsets me in this show is that Kaori *loves* Saya... but she never gets to see her. It's so sad... Okay I have two bones to pick with this anime. Why is Saya so intent on killing Diva! I like Diva... Originally posted at weekly_letter

You should have been there, you should have seen! The gym teacher was amazed. Clapped and hooted and hollered. Yelled for all her other teacher friends to come see. They walked sluggishly outside. Couldn’t pick their feet off the ground or completely lift their chins. Somehow that made me feel better. just before, when she was calling a rally so that everyone could see me, my amazing feat, I got nervous. I jittered, felt clammy.

Then I thought of you. Thought of the only other time when I felt nervous and clammy and jittered but soon afterwards felt pleased. Like a genius, or like I was unusually good with numbers. And I thought and thought until the most impatient of the few who came out sighed with an exaggerated tone. A male teacher with huge, feminine glasses and curly red hair.

“Would you go already? Goodness…” No Face said. And I bit my tongue from the shrillness of their voice. Said to myself, “Well, yes. Yes I can.” Only, at that exact moment I hesitated. I was about to erase a memory. Erase you and that feeling of what it feels like to be both anxious and cheery. Eventually I ran. Ran as hard as could for the second time.

I didn’t jump high enough. I didn’t on purpose. Everyone left and hurt me with words. Threw them without care. But I didn’t care either. I remembered you. What made you special. Couldn’t take that away. Couldn’t erase a memory.

Princess Azula - Prince Zuko; CRUELTY

2007-10-31T03:18:41Z

Title: Cruelty
Rating: G
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Character: Princess Azula & Prince Zuko
Author's Notes: Sorry! I went over the word limit D: I seriously tried to chop it down, but it had it's own mind, so to speak. Beginning this drabble, I had a completely different idea. For one, Princess Azula was Princess Yue. Lol. It was midway through the fic that it's course changed. Completely. And yes, what you think (or will if you read it) is right. That is what I meant. >3 I like this story alot. It's message is indirect and logical enough to be canon... well, IMO. Originally posted at weekly_letter

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Beyond my room, what used to be my room, there was a tree that beared bright red apples. They were spicy, I thought at first, because that is what you told me. “Spicy, Hot. Like fire.” You’d say. Then you’d burn some poor duckling, and I’d run away. I was afraid of your power and spicy apples. Occasionally you would cackle, then firebend an apple out of the tree. You’d eat it, then cackle again.

That’s how life has, and always will be for you. Nothing made you tremble with fear. And you could handle everything that fell into your dainty hands. If it were you chasing the avatar, surely he would be yours by now. Dead. Burned like some poor duckling.

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What a poor attempt to earn pity, Zuzu. However, even if I had been willing to give you any, you’d still be unworthy, brother, because your denotations are indeed like my 'spicy apples'. My actions were nothing but a catalyst for a good show, or rather, getting what I want.

I will not tell you what it is exactly that I crave. I will leave that up to your own feeble mind to figure out. But let me explain Zuko, and think hard, think harder than you ever have before. What is it... what is it exactly that has led to the Air Nomads demise, To the Water Tribes fall into poverty, to the glorious capture of the beastly sized Earth Kingdom? Do you know? Do you understand? Can you remember all the cruel things I’ve ever done to you?