Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Lost Script Pages

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE DRILL

Aang is hurled against the stone wall, collapsing face first onto the drill. Azula slowly makes her way over to the injured Avatar. She holds him up until he’s sitting with his back leaning against the wall. Aang begins to recover as Azula backs away from him.

Aang finally opens his eyes. Through his blurred vision he sees his opponent drop her last bit of clothing onto the hard surface of the drill. The seductive princess trails her fingers up her flat stomach until her hands are cupping her breasts.

AZULA: I’m all yours, Avatar.

Aang staggers to his feet. He holds his ground as he catches his breath. Azula starts to walk slowly towards him with no sign of an imminent attack. Aang’s body begins to tremble. He keeps his hands placed against the rock wall of Ba Sing Se.

AZULA: It’s amazing how something as simple as female anatomy can bring a battle to a sudden stop. Don’t you think?

Aang doesn’t answer and tries not to stare at Azula. She is now as close as she can be to Aang without actually touching him. But that quickly changes when something pokes between Azula’s legs. She looks down to see the tip of the Avatar’s erection pressing up against her through his thin pants.

AZULA: Boys are so predictable.

Aang shivers and fails to make any sort of response other than the one between his legs.

AZULA: If you’re this easy, I’m surprised my brother hasn’t been able to hold onto you for very long. You always slip through his fingers.

As Azula says this, she glides the palm of her hand against Aang’s bulge.

AZULA: But maybe the two of you have gone a little further than slipping through each others’ fingers….

Aang holds his breath. His hands carefully clench into two fists.

AZULA: We can return to our fight, or you can turn yourself over to me. It’s your choice. We’re equally vulnerable.

Azula sticks her hand down Aang’s pants and grabs his erection. She leans in to whisper in his ear.

AZULA: Let me finish it for you.

Aang gasps as Azula squeezes her fist around the tip of his penis. Sweat drips down his forehead.

AZULA: We could do it right here. I can have you spent within seconds.

Azula rubs the tip of her tongue against Aang’s earlobe.

AZULA: Or you could just as easily come with me, and we could do this properly. Despite your size, I’m sure the mighty Avatar could impress me.

Aang nods and hesitantly unclenches his fists. Azula looks Aang straight in the eye as she listens to the faint sound of him pulling down his pants.

AZULA: Your eagerness is appreciated.

Azula turns her back to her enemy with absolute calmness. She bends over and presents herself to him without a second of hesitation.

AZULA: Don’t hold back.

Aang: If you say so.

Aang quickly jumps in the air and spins around, sending Azula flying with a powerful airbending kick. She slides across the slick surface of the drill, eventually slowing down and slipping down the side. Her naked body is covered in a wet mixture of rock and water.

INSIDE A FIRE NATION VEHICLE – AFTER THE DESTRUCTION OF THE DRILL

Ty Lee moans and stretches her arms until her hands are pressed against the wall. Azula is thrusting three fingers into her. She has a cold look of determination on her face.

AZULA: Say it.

TY LEE: I need it…

Azula holds up one of Ty Lee’s legs and increases the speed of her fingering. Ty Lee’s breasts bounce with the force of Azula’s penetration. The gymnast’s eyes are half-lidded and looking up at the ceiling. Mai sits at the other end of the small metallic room and sighs to herself.

AZULA: Cum!

TY LEE: I…I can’t—

AZULA: I said cum!

Azula lets go of Ty Lee’s leg and starts to frantically rub her fingers against Ty Lee’s clit. Ty Lee squirms and leans her head back. With a soft whimper she squirts all over Azula’s hands, but the princess doesn’t stop. Even as Ty Lee’s orgasm subsides, Azula continues to have her way with her, while Ty Lee tries to keep up her moaning to please Azula.

TY LEE: Oh, Azula! I—

Azula interrupts Ty Lee with a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a roar. She leans over Ty Lee and presses her hands against the gymnast’s wetness, no longer rubbing or thrusting. The two of them remain motionless for a moment, and the only sound heard is their heavy breathing.

Azula tidies up her loose hair and crawls over Ty Lee until she’s sitting on her face. She immediately begins to grind herself against the girl’s face. No demands. No lustful words. Just silence. Ty Lee carefully rests her hands on Azula’s hips, rubbing them reassuringly.