interest drabble - smut
Azula/Mai. 700-ish words. Warning: pr0n. if discreet pr0n, since I see the Fire Nation girls (well, Mai anyway) as "place between her thighs" sorts.
The night after they leave Omashu, Azula comes to her.
Mai has never known what it is that pulls Azula to her bed, and never Ty Lee’s, and never the beds of any of the other girls at the academy. She knew a few at least who’d have tripped over themselves to lick Azula’s royal clit.
“I suppose you’ll kill me if I don’t,” she says in the bored tone that never fools either of them.
“No, that would be an overreaction. I’d just maim you a little.” Azula smiles like predators smile. Then she reaches for Mai, tangling her hand hard in her hair, and drags her into her for a kiss.
It’s a cruel kiss, but what about Azula is not? Azula’s mouth is hard, no softness to it at all. It leaves marks and stakes claims. Mai’s breasts and inner thighs ache, with the memory of long-gone bruises and for tomorrow morning’s.
She does not bother to kiss back. Azula likes the lead. Demands it, even. And already her skin is flushed. It is just a kiss, and not a particularly good one. Mai has had one other lover since Azula, one who kissed the way she pleased and followed her lead. And she never came half as hard for her as she will tonight.
She wonders how Azula’s brother would touch her. If it would be cruel and demanding like this. She thinks here and now it would be.
“What are you thinking about?” Azula asks.
And when Azula asks, she gives. “Your brother,” she says, shrugging. One of Azula’s hands slides beneath the robe she sleeps in, much easier to get past than her day garb. Azula takes a breast in hand and lightly scores the nipple with her nail.
“Oh yes. You always did have a thing for him,” she says. Her voice says disinterested but the way she pinches Mai’s nipple harder than usual says otherwise. And it pleases Mai, pleases her hot beneath her skin. That heat spills down her body and pools between her legs. “You should take Zuzu’s virginity. If you can find his cock.”
Mai just smiles.
When Azula draws her head down to her breasts, Mai kisses nicely. She licks around the nipple ’til it pebbles and then takes it into her mouth. Azula has beautiful breasts: pale flesh and areolas flung dark against it.
After a few minutes, Azula pushes her down further, down, and Mai goes without a struggle to her knees. She undoes Azula’s trousers without fumbling in the dark; the buckles are something she remembers well. The motions are etched into her hands.
The trousers come down about Azula’s hips and already she is rocking them impatiently. Mai strokes from the wetness between Azula’s thighs to her waiting clit, already plump with arousal. Then she leans in and touches her tongue to it, tasting. Still the same taste, though with a different edge.
She begins to lick and suck in earnest, tracing wet lines between clit and lips and entrance. Her tongue is a bit out of practice, not so deft as it was in the high point of their years at the Academy, when Azula came to her every other night. But these motions, too, are etched into her, nearly instinct now. So perhaps she only gives slow good head these days, but good head nonetheless.
Azula’s fingers catch in her hair and tighten, tug sometimes, when Mai does something particularly well. Mai can feel a throbbing below her belly to go with Azula’s tugs.
Azula snarls when she comes. Her hands tighten; her palms warm. She hauls Mai up for another kiss. Her lips are heated too. One of her hands slides to Mai’s breast again, the other to that place between her hips. It takes very little; she is nearly to the edge when Azula drives two fingers inside her. Azula’s thumb presses down on her clit as she tugs on her nipple, and then she is there.
She could come quietly. She moans because Azula is annoyed when she does not. Azula catches her moan with her mouth and says, “Be silent.” But it is a satisfied sort of order, the sort that need not be fulfilled.
The night after they leave Omashu, Azula comes to her.
Mai has never known what it is that pulls Azula to her bed, and never Ty Lee’s, and never the beds of any of the other girls at the academy. She knew a few at least who’d have tripped over themselves to lick Azula’s royal clit.
“I suppose you’ll kill me if I don’t,” she says in the bored tone that never fools either of them.
“No, that would be an overreaction. I’d just maim you a little.” Azula smiles like predators smile. Then she reaches for Mai, tangling her hand hard in her hair, and drags her into her for a kiss.
It’s a cruel kiss, but what about Azula is not? Azula’s mouth is hard, no softness to it at all. It leaves marks and stakes claims. Mai’s breasts and inner thighs ache, with the memory of long-gone bruises and for tomorrow morning’s.
She does not bother to kiss back. Azula likes the lead. Demands it, even. And already her skin is flushed. It is just a kiss, and not a particularly good one. Mai has had one other lover since Azula, one who kissed the way she pleased and followed her lead. And she never came half as hard for her as she will tonight.
She wonders how Azula’s brother would touch her. If it would be cruel and demanding like this. She thinks here and now it would be.
“What are you thinking about?” Azula asks.
And when Azula asks, she gives. “Your brother,” she says, shrugging. One of Azula’s hands slides beneath the robe she sleeps in, much easier to get past than her day garb. Azula takes a breast in hand and lightly scores the nipple with her nail.
“Oh yes. You always did have a thing for him,” she says. Her voice says disinterested but the way she pinches Mai’s nipple harder than usual says otherwise. And it pleases Mai, pleases her hot beneath her skin. That heat spills down her body and pools between her legs. “You should take Zuzu’s virginity. If you can find his cock.”
Mai just smiles.
When Azula draws her head down to her breasts, Mai kisses nicely. She licks around the nipple ’til it pebbles and then takes it into her mouth. Azula has beautiful breasts: pale flesh and areolas flung dark against it.
After a few minutes, Azula pushes her down further, down, and Mai goes without a struggle to her knees. She undoes Azula’s trousers without fumbling in the dark; the buckles are something she remembers well. The motions are etched into her hands.
The trousers come down about Azula’s hips and already she is rocking them impatiently. Mai strokes from the wetness between Azula’s thighs to her waiting clit, already plump with arousal. Then she leans in and touches her tongue to it, tasting. Still the same taste, though with a different edge.
She begins to lick and suck in earnest, tracing wet lines between clit and lips and entrance. Her tongue is a bit out of practice, not so deft as it was in the high point of their years at the Academy, when Azula came to her every other night. But these motions, too, are etched into her, nearly instinct now. So perhaps she only gives slow good head these days, but good head nonetheless.
Azula’s fingers catch in her hair and tighten, tug sometimes, when Mai does something particularly well. Mai can feel a throbbing below her belly to go with Azula’s tugs.
Azula snarls when she comes. Her hands tighten; her palms warm. She hauls Mai up for another kiss. Her lips are heated too. One of her hands slides to Mai’s breast again, the other to that place between her hips. It takes very little; she is nearly to the edge when Azula drives two fingers inside her. Azula’s thumb presses down on her clit as she tugs on her nipple, and then she is there.
She could come quietly. She moans because Azula is annoyed when she does not. Azula catches her moan with her mouth and says, “Be silent.” But it is a satisfied sort of order, the sort that need not be fulfilled.