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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender
  Relationship:
      Azula/Ty_Lee_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Azula, Ty_Lee
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Spanking, BDSM,
      Dom/sub, angsty_porn, Choking, Vaginal_Fingering, Smut, Orgasm, Hair-
      pulling
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-01 Words: 2286
****** Tongues of Fire ******
by WenchicusThoticus
Summary
     Azula and Ty Lee should be resting after a long day of chasing the
     Avatar. Instead, their fiery lust for each other draws them together
     into an explosive exploration of passion. Tyzula, pure smut, enjoy.
The fire was flickering out in the center of the camp, giving a rosy, romantic
aura to their simple tents. Mai had already retired to her tent, claiming that
she was worn out from yet another futile day of hunting the elusive Avatar.
Azula and Ty Lee were more energized than fatigued by their failure, although
they, too, were becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing hour.
The two girls sat opposite each other around the fire, each gazing into the
dying flames, considering their own troubling thoughts. For a long hour, they
appeared as beautiful statues to any passerby. Behind them, the scenic
mountaintops glowed with the last vestiges of the sunset melting into the soft,
silver moonlight.
Finally, Azula tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her sculpted ear and
spoke. Her voice was imbued with unusual warmth. It was the kind of vulnerable
affection she only bestowed upon Ty Lee. "You should get some rest. We've had a
long day."
"I'll take first watch," Ty Lee replied. She glowingly smiled at Azula, her
lips pink as always. Her coy countenance was filled with all the pride and
counterbalancing nervousness of a girl with a blooming attraction. "You did all
the work, after all. You always carry the most weight on your shoulders."
"You don't know how much you help me," Azula murmured. Her golden eyes
shimmered in the soft smoky red firelight. When those great golden orbs met Ty
Lee's own brown spheres, a deep and visceral shiver ran through her pure,
slender body.
"It's nothing!" Ty Lee giggled, caught between lust and hesitancy. One of her
pale, deft hands flung back her long, impossibly thick and shiny braid.
"Really, it's an honor to serve you."
"Do you really think so?" An ambiguous smirk twisted the corner of Azula's
blood-red mouth. Her eyes caught and held Ty Lee in their fiery gaze. She
gasped, powerless beneath that smoldering glare-yet somehow she did not want to
escape.
Her answer was forced from her full pink lips, involuntary and pungent with
desire. "Yes," she nearly moaned.
The armor-clad young vixen rose from her place beside the fire. Slowly,
unbearably slowly, she strode through the fire itself, like a goddess of the
volcanic flame. The tongues of steaming light parted for her, practically
bowing, as if paying homage to their master. Ty Lee gazed up at her. Her
sensuous lips parted, whether in awe or in passion she did not know. Neither
did she know whether the heat on her skin was from the aching flames or her own
aching blood.
Ty Lee trembled like a delicate butterfly caught in an ever-more delicate
spiderweb as Azula's outstretched hand approached her soft cheek. She lowered
her eyelids in pent-up ecstasy when those slender, shapely fingers lightly
stroked her temple. Perhaps the princess wasn't bending, but it felt like she
left lines of fire on Ty Lee's fragile, pulsing skin. Ty Lee tried to maintain
her composure, but when Azula's long, lingering caress reached her jawline she
couldn't hold back a strangled inhale. Azula slowly, so slowly, moved her hand
towards Ty Lee's betraying mouth. The fire princess pressed her commanding
thumb on Ty Lee's full lower lip. Ty Lee moaned uncontrollably, offering her
open mouth up to her master.
"More," Ty Lee mouthed against Azula's authoritative digit. Azula teased the
crest of her lip with her taunting thumb, prompting waves of pleasure to rise
in Ty Lee's trim abdomen. Ty Lee groaned. Her naughty mouth encroached upon
that withholding thumb, miring it in her wetness. Azula allowed this otherwise
disrespectful behavior. She stroked Ty Lee's hair with her free hand,
soothingly, pressing her further down to suck strenuously on that thick,
emotionally detached thumb.
Ty Lee tongued the thumb in her luscious mouth. She felt Azula's caresses on
the back of her head. After a few moments, those caresses morphed into a firm,
sharp grip on Ty Lee's skull. Azula's thumb receded from her mouth, leaving her
panting. Her head was forced down, inexorably, into Azula's leather-clad core
of femininity. Her eager tongue savored the thick, woman-scented armor that
Azula wore by day; her eager mind savored the fantasy of what Azula may wear-or
not wear-by night.
Azula could not feel Ty Lee's frantic caresses to her protected groin, but she
felt the juices of her womanhood gather in her undergarments as she watched the
girl press her face into her most sacred region. She felt the fires in her
loins just as surely as Ty Lee, but she always maintained control. Even as she
yearned to rip away Ty Lee's garments and sink into that tender flesh, she kept
a steady grip on her head, only permitting herself the indulgence of stroking
the back of her soft supple neck. She smiled at the way Ty Lee choked and
gasped at each touch of her fingers.
At last, when Azula decided she'd had enough, she reached down with one
dictating hand and tore Ty Lee's shirt, rending it from her figure. She slipped
her dagger-like fingers beneath the waistband of Ty Lee's pants and exposed the
rest of her body. And what a body it was.
Her stomach was smooth and toned, a testament to her years of gymnastic
training. Gleaming faintly in the firelight, her legs were shapely and
flexible-a characteristic Azula was eager to explore. Two round, pale, small
yet firm mounds of impossibly tantalizing flesh rose from her compact chest.
Her enticing backside was just as invigorating. Azula's gaze swept those large
supple domes, that soft skin stretched flirtatiously tight over her ample
buttocks. Of course, the main attraction was the flower petal folds that
adorned the space between her bronzed legs.
Azula deigned to lower one tapered digit to Ty Lee's tongueless lips. She
stroked her sex slowly, enjoying the breathless whimpers and pleas emitting
from somewhere near her crotch. Ty Lee's entrance was already satisfyingly
drenched in symptoms of her arousal. Azula teased the folds of her flower with
one sly finger. Ty Lee's breathing deepened, desperate and unrestrained.
Azula's other hand rose and smacked down on Ty Lee's bare dual cheeks. The
gymnast squealed beneath the onslaught, caught between pleasure and pain. She
was beside herself as she bore down against that finger, seeking the delight
that had been promised to her. Yet Azula was not yet ready to give it. Instead
she dealt punishment upon Ty Lee's plump orbs once more, and again, until the
valley rang with the ruthless cry of flesh on flesh.
Ty Lee continued to struggle, her gaping womanhood throbbing unbearably,
begging through her high-pitched breaths, but Azula kept her face firmly
pressed into the armor that divided her from the one thing she truly desired.
That finger remained elusive, evasive, much like the Avatar they eternally
sought. And those blows kept raining down on her jiggling posterior, clouding
her mind and body alike. At last she ceased to wriggle, instead submitting
herself to Azula's will, only releasing soft, wordless cries when the sinful
beatings were especially rough.
When Azula was satisfied with both her exertion of dominance and the reddened
state of Ty Lee's submissive spheres of flesh, she returned her hand to stroke
Ty Lee's hair, pleased with her natural talent as a foil to Azula's aggression.
Ty Lee tensed, then relaxed under her rhythmic touch. But she knew it was far
from over.
Those capricious fingers twisted, grasped Ty Lee's braid in a hold of iron.
Azula yanked at her hair once, calling forth a yelp of pain from the girl. The
braid remained tight in her grip as she surged forwards, towards the beckoning
mouth of her tent. Ty Lee tried to rise to follow, but another jerk of the
braid sent her back to her scraped, raw knees. Azula wanted her on the ground.
So she obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees, occasionally responding to a
sharp tug by increasing her speed.
Inside the tent, Azula continued to toy with the braid. She crouched down over
Ty Lee's acquiescent form. One long, sharp-tipped finger brushed the pulsing
vein that defined her prey's sweet neck. That welcoming caress transformed into
a hard, brutal hand clamped down on Ty Lee's exposed throat. Azula's razor-like
fingernails penetrated her delicate skin with ease. The fire princess lifted Ty
Lee by that corrosive clutch, high into the air. Her lean, tight muscles did
not tremble under the strain of the girl's weight. In a smooth yet vengeful
movement she flung her victim across the tent, and onto the hard packed dirt.
Ty Lee gasped at the sudden, unexpected pain, yet her body still demanded,
still pleaded for more.
Before her, silhouetted against the dying fire, Azula stripped away the armor
that ensheathed her flesh. Ty Lee's hungry gaze lingered on each unveiled
treat, devouring her lean and muscular body. First, her toned, built shoulders
and arms. Powerful muscles flexed with every movement against the firelight.
Her breasts were not large, but they were by no means small either. Her
expansive pink nipples stood erect against the cold night air. Her stomach was
composed of long, rippling sheets of muscle. Her legs were pale, untouched by
the sun's rays that so inspired the fire within. When she turned to put aside a
wayward piece of armor, Ty Lee admired her small yet perfectly shaped-perfectly
round-behind. And when she returned to face Ty Lee, the gymnast's jaw dropped
as she gazed upon the holy grail of sexuality that dominated the front of
Azula's trim figure.
"Kneel," Azula intoned, her voice carrying the gravity of a thousand
generations of Fire Lords. Ty Lee was compelled to fall to her knees before
this dramatic, commanding woman, and felt as if she offered her body up not to
a human but to a god. Azula reached down, as if from the heavens, and placed
one instructive finger on Ty Lee's sharp chin. Inexorably, she turned Ty Lee's
face up towards the core of her essence. She openly twisted her head to get a
better look at Ty Lee's shapely young body, particularly the soft protrusions
that emerged from her chest like budding flowers.
"Now . . ." Azula paused. Ty Lee was shaking, trembling, shuddering with need.
Azula's cold golden eyes glinted like a hawk intent on its prey. "Pleasure me."
Ty Lee responded to her command like a faithful polar-bear dog. She pressed
soft, lingering kisses into her folds, enjoying every small shiver of Azula's
exposed skin. She licked Azula's sex in long, powerful strokes, her mouth
ecstatic in the warmth generated from the center of Azula's thighs. Azula kept
her hand firmly upon Ty Lee's head, directing her speed and position. With her
other hand she reached down to one of Ty Lee's sensitive, pointed nipples. She
alternately stroked and pinched that provocative knob. She then lowered her
hand around the entire breast and squeezed it tightly. She luxuriated in the
sighs and moans that her deft fingers coaxed from Ty Lee's helpless lips. Ty
Lee's mouth began to ache from the effort of pleasing Azula, yet she burrowed
steadily on, determined to bring her master to the final fiery bolt of
pleasure.
At last she felt the princess stiffen beneath her persistent mouth. She
redoubled her energy, twisting her wet tongue around Azula's hard clitoris,
stroking backwards to her dripping opening, plunging her tongue into the core
of Azula's being. She caressed the interior of Azula's pulsing womanhood,
eliciting harsh, involuntary sighs. Ty Lee's pace grew heated, fervent. She
returned to pleasure the clitoris, licking it in bold, deft motions. Again, she
forced her tongue into Azula's naturally lubricated entrance, this time taking
in the smell and taste of her without abandon. Her fluid tasted of fire and
aggression, and of the righteous battle to see the world in flames.
Ty Lee felt Azula's slit tighten and throb against her tired yet tireless
tongue. She was suddenly overwhelmed with warmth. Even more white-tinged fluid
leaked into Ty Lee's waiting mouth as the princess began to sigh and moan. Her
hand on Ty Lee's head began to rip at her hair, yet the motions were the
product of ecstasy, not vengeance. Ty Lee continued to press onward into the
unmapped cave that was Azula's deepest secret. Azula continued to rock with the
strength of her wild orgasm. She barely managed to continue standing, such was
the intensity of the unbound electricity shooting through her body. Her legs
shook, yet remained solid. Her bulging thighs clenched against Ty Lee's head so
tightly she could hardly move, but she did not need to move, for she had
located the place that produced such an uncontrollable reaction in her lover.
As minutes passed, Azula's breathing slowed, and her legs trembled at a more
moderate frequency. Finally, she patted Ty Lee's head and drew her back from
her crevice of desire. She gazed down at Ty Lee, coldly, but broke into a sharp
smile.
"Very good," she remarked, with all the condescension of praising a well-
behaved animal. For a moment it seemed that genuine warmth-love, even-would
soften the edges of her eyes. Then the moment passed and she was as indifferent
as her father was to Zuko's banishment. She turned, away from Ty Lee's
quivering eyes, and exited the tent, completely naked beneath the icy stars.
Ty Lee watched her go, her mouth open in surprise and ill-concealed pain. When
it was clear that Azula was not coming back, she sank down into the dirt and
curled into a small, helpless ball. She fought back tears for long hours, yet
they inevitably trailed down her smooth cheeks as the fire dimmed and finally
died behind her.
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