Quite, During Sex

((Thanks to ILikeSwords for beta reading and feedback. Here we go again, Marques de Sade with fucking silly-putty feet...))

Li paused and watched the vulturelopes circle overhead. The sun had started setting an hour ago and the canyon was already draped in long, mournful shadows. That did nothing to cool it, though, and the lone Yu Yan sweated as he trudged on, dragging his splinted leg behind him.

He remembered the assault on the Western Air Temple only vaguely. There had been him and the other, the finest archers in the Fire Nation, faces locked with grim control as they slipped down the ancient pylons and inverted cathedrals. At home in the spidery shadows, they flowered like a pack of dogs, closing in on the tattooed boy. The first shaft bit quickly into his shoulder and he had barely wakened from his meditations when his flesh shuddered with four more arrowheads.

They were drawing their second salvo, when the ground beneath them slipped away like clouds. Great freezing tendrils swallowed the man besides him while roaring flames ate another. Li dashed for one of the balconies as he heard the clap of the princess' thunder. The floor rolled and he quickly slung a line over a nearby statue, trusting himself to the darkness below. And now...

And now he walked, the four heads of his comrades bouncing on his belt, dumbly begging for a proper burial.

Something scattered the rocks close by. Li stopped dead in his tracks, knife already out. He listened, tracking the 'thud' of heavy boots and the whine of broken hydraulics.

"Show yourself." He ordered.

A towering, one-armed man stepped out into the open. A tattoo, a third eye, stared at Li intently as the man began to advance. He stumbled, bow-legged, comically swaggering to give his crotch a wide berth. A three-sectioned metal rod, easily a foot and a half in length, stood erect from his groin. Its sides were smooth, razor-edged, polished, and the jointed plates clattered painfully with each step. Steam wafted lazily out of it; a tiny eye of flame flickered on the lip of its gold dragon head.

His face was twisted in pain. His gaze was full of apologies.

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"Hey. Zuko here."

Mai glared at him over her shoulder. It had been dearly a day and a half since that wolf-humper bitch had done... something to her. Long shadows played on the canon walls and a twilight almost as dark as night hung over the temple. A day of wondering when he would come, a day of feeling the tension within her wound tighter and tighter, a day of listening to Ty Lee enjoy orgasm after treacherous orgasm. Zuko's sudden appearance was enough to send a blush racing down her cheeks to the tops of her breasts.

She could imagine how she looked. She was huddled on the floor, trying to fold her nakedness into itself. Her loosened hair ran wild, spilling around her neck is rivers of smooth raven stands. Her pale skin traced a ghost-like silhouette in the darkness; an ivory cut-out at a distance, but get closer look showed the cold sweat, the cardinal blush, the tremors that danced under her skin with every breath. The cell's acrid stench spoke of wandering hands and wandering thoughts.

Zuko smirked. "It hasn't been that long, has it, Mai?"

"Go away." Mai growled. "You have no right to-"

"How long did you even wait?" Zuko snapped. "Was it even a hard decision for you? Please, just tell me, tell me that for even one second, you were torn. Tell me that maybe, for a moment, that you considered just... letting me go. Letting me do what I had do."

"You betrayed us, Zuko." Mai's voice cooled, despite its tremors. "What did you think I'd do?"

Flames billowed from the prince's nose. "I thought you would love me!"

"Love?" A little laugh escaped Mai's lips. "Zuko, I did love you. I loved you so much, I wanted to make you so happy... I didn't care about anything but you, Zuko. You were the first thing that mattered to me."

Mai dropped her head, letting the dark locks veil her face. "I guess that wasn't good enough for you."

Zuko walked up behind her, laying his hand on the back of her neck. He rubbed her shoulder, rolling the tangle hair between their skin. The sudden rush of contact was enough to make Mai bite her lip. He smiled down at her. "Well, that's behind us now..."

Mai exploded, leaping to her feet. She grabbed his arm and dug her nails in deep. "Don't you dare touch me!"

A thin trickle of blood ran down Zuko's arm. "You don't want me to?"

Her eyes sizzled. "You disgust me."

"That's not the way it works now, Mai." With that, Zuko kissed her wrist. A thin whine escaped Mai's throat. The smiling prince continued, gently kissing her forearms, her elbow, her biceps, her shoulder, she collar bone, her neck...

Mai moaned. Her mind was a whirling fog. She tried to focus, cut through the mist with the famed disciple of Fire Nation Academy, but then Zuko let his tongue slid slowly down the smooth skin of her breastbone and, oh Agni, damn him, damn him, no...

Zuko rolled his head, pressing her cheeks against her bosom. His hair played ticklish havoc over the tops of her apple-size mounds. He nuzzled one, smelling the fine filth of her unwashed skin, before flicking his tongue out across the aureole borders. Unbidden, her hands stretched out under his shirt, running up and down the honed muscles, feeling the warm rise and fall of his breaths, the stirring power of firebending.

The image of Zuko trying to bury his face in her chest made Mai laugh sardonically. "What's the matter, Zuzu? Is baby hungry?"

"Yes, mommy! Yes!" Zuko cried out suddenly. Before the shocked Mai could reply, he latched his mouth onto her tit and began to suckle it. Mai arched back her head as Zuko pulled at her teat, tongue sliding back and forth across her nipple, saliva rolling down onto her belly. The fire prince made hungry grunts as he sucked and sucked. His hands hovered over her waist, fingers flicking softly against her skin since he couldn't find the control to grab her. Mai grabbed his hand and pressed his face down into the meal.

"Yes, yes, mommy... mmmph... so good, mommy, so good... mmhm... I love you, mommy! Uummph! I love your tits and your taste and you, Mommy!" He dug his swelling cock from his trousers, letting it comically bounce on the pants waist. Mai felt it trail pre-cum across her thigh. "I'm your son and I'm always here and I love you so much, Mommy!"

The two of them collapsed onto the floor in a writhing mess. Mai's hips twitched, hungry for the dong that pressed tantalizingly against her leg. She fought her way out of the rushing ecstasy, nearly tearing her mouth open to speak. "Fuck me, Zuko! Fuck me now!"

Zuko snorted piggishly for air. "Your teats are so good..."

"Fuck your mommy, damnit!" Mai screamed, trying to tear his head off of his shoulders. "Fuck your mommy now!"

Zuko's eyes turned up to look at her. His gaze was angry, bestial, famished. It seemed to sink into Mai, slowly filling the pit of her stomach, a realization cold and heady... She was just meat. Zuko took one last, long pull of her tit, squeezing the nipple between his teeth, then let it drop from his mouth. His throat rumbled with a low growl and he exhaled with a whirling burst of flame. Mai shrieked. Her hand flew up to her breast, clutching protectively at the burn. The pain was horrible, fierce, real, shocking and clarifying all at once. Zuko reared up on his knees to watch her gasp for air, teeth pressed tightly together, raggedly breaths clinging to a broken center. Mai forced one of her eyes open, just a sliver, and saw beneath those lanky locks, that loosened physique, those plain clothes, his was still the face that had walked out of an Agni Kai three years ago.

"Don't say that." He muttered. "It's disgusting."

Mai sneered through the pain. "But mommy's so horny, Zuzu... You've just gotta fuck mommy..."

"Stop it."

"Mommy's cunny is all wet."

"Stop it!"

"You made mommy's teats feel all yummy and now she needs a reaming, bad."

"Stop talking like that!"

"But, Zuzu," Mai put on a mask of hurt innocence. "Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you much more than Azula."

With a terrible yell, Zuko balled his fist and backhanded Mai in the eye. Her vision was starting to fill with blood as the banished prince pinned down her shoulders and mounted her. His dick jammed inexpertly into her, thrusting fruitlessly into her bush before slamming into her lips. He was hot and fast. Her legs shook with his violence, her cunt pulling back and forth painfully as she tried to clamp down on the furious manhood. Zuko was grunting like some black-faced watertribe boy in a minstrel show. Mai tipped her head up to look him in the face, letting blood run down her cheek.

"That's it! That's it! Drill mommy! Plough mommy! Mommy's itch is deep, boy!"

She could feel the Zuko's ministrations up her spin. She could feel them rattling her head.

"Mommy's a whore! Mommy's a slut! Mommy's been aa~~lll over and she thinks daddy's dick is tiny! Mommy needs her big boy! Give mommy her Zuzu!"

Zuko growled again, his good eye burning. The pain was getting worse, down below. She could feel herself tearing. His hands pressed down on her shoulders and there was a hiss of burning flesh. She focused on her scar, the puffy red nebula, the expressionless gaze. She focused on it, still, paused, forever, as the rest of him tried to beat her into submission. Her hand started to wander up towards it.

She remembered the dalang show where she let a shy little boy reach up her dress and tickle her thigh. She remembered that scandalous Golden Dragon Dance, where they agreed not to wear any underwear and stayed pressed together the whole night. She remembered the winks, the nods, the smiles through those hot summer months as they gave each other peep shows over the garden walls. And she remembered staring up at the one lone light hospital window, knowing it was his last night in the Fire Nation, thinking she should do something, and turning back before she violated curfew.

"Mommy loves you so much." She whispered. "Mommy only loves you, so very much."

Zuko bellowed. Whirling flames, reds, greens, blues, lavenders... they poured out of his mouth, searing her finger tips, filling the air with the musk of burnt air as his shaggy locks burst into cinders. His cock swelling, trembled, and exhausted itself into a single anti-climatic spurt. Zuko pulled out of her and rolled back onto his butt, flames trailing from his mouth, meager cum trailing from his cock, head swinging drunkenly. He grinned with idiotic pride before flapping onto his back, softening prick still pointing at the ceiling as if there really was something to see up there.

Mai lay there, suffering the burns and the bleeding, feeling the sharp aches rise and fall across her body. Her skin blossomed with sweat. Half of her view was nothing but a red haze. It hurt to breathe. She tried to block out the pain, focused on her breath, captured that perfect edge in her mind, a traced, traced, traced into the darkness, except...

She was still horny. The pain didn't change that at all.

"You ice-sucking sonovabitch! What did you get her to do to me?!" She scrambled to her knees, the wrack of her wounds nearly making her blank out. This wasn't mere need. This was vengeance. This was justice. Driven, she tried to sit down on the Zuko's falling Hotman Lee and the lease went taunt. Wailing, leather collar biting into her neck, barely able to gasp, she pressed her bleeding cunt down on the sorry little cock and pistoned, desperately pistoned, begging, hoping. The loose dick floundered around her vagina uselessly, but she didn't stop. Zuko laughed and, blue in the face, she didn't stop...

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The Combustion Man grunted and dropped what was left of the Yu Yan to the ground. It was better now. Not optimal, not a permanently solution, but he could get by now. Cracking his neck, he walked down to the other wall of the valley and started to climb.

A small ant crawled into the hole left in the man's chest.