To Tame a Spirit

Title: To Tame a Spirit
Pairing: Azula/Painted Lady (i.e. Katara)

Katara grunted as her foot hit another rock, nearly making her lose balance and fall of the unreliable rock ledge. She silently cursed herself for putting on the costume before her raid, but acknowledging that it didn't matter now the girl simply hiked up her long cloak and proceeded with extra caution. At least the camp wasn't far away; she could see the the emblem of the Fire Nation on the nearest tent, ash-black against smoldering crimson, even in the dim twilight. The Waterbender knew that she was putting everyone--least of all, herself-- at risk with this little charade... but if she didn't do something to help the village, who would? Certainly not themselves, Katara reflected with a tinge of resentment, but buried it away as she approached her target.

She snuck into the heart of the camp with little trouble, taking care to be extra quiet as she passed the barracks. The fire in the center of the tents had burned out, its embers pulsing dimly in the dark. Katara glanced to her left and felt a sudden stab of gnawing fear; wasn't the mess tent supposed to be here? Had they moved it, become aware of her theft? The sound of approaching footsteps was like a nonverbal assertion, and in her panic Katara hid behind the nearest tent, just out of sight.

"...Thought I heard something..." Sure enough, the voice of a Fire Nation soldier reached her, followed soon after by another.

"Well, stay alert-- once we find that thief we'll have an excuse to wipe out that pathetic little town." Katara froze, reality taunting her. She had to leave, now-- if she was caught, then...

Before she had a chance to think, to act, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her from behind-- one covering her mouth and the other on her arm-- and pulled her into the tent without a sound. She hadn't realized that she'd been standing in front of the nicest tent in the camp, that the fingers pressing vicelike against her were slender and feminine but undeniably strong. When their owner spoke, however, there was no mistaking the origin of that cold, wicked voice.

"...Well, you weren't so hard to catch after all, thief... or should I say, the Painted Lady?"

Katara's heart turned to ice, as if her own waterbending had turned against her. Azula. She didn't even think about the skeptical mockery in the Fire Princesses' voice; all she knew was that it was over, that she'd be killed or else used to lure the rest of the group here, and then Azula would know that Aang was alive, and the whole invasion would fall apart...

On instinct Katara reached for the pouch of water at her hip with a free hand, but Azula had seen it coming-- suddenly both her hands were locked in a crushing grip, though her mouth was uncovered. Katara was ready to scream but Azula cut her off, smiling at the girl with the painted face from beyond her veiled headwear.

"Go ahead. If you do, then everyone in this camp will come running in here. Is that really what you want, spirit?" Katara grit her teeth and glared viciously; it was bad enough being in this situation without this bitch mocking her.

Azula smiled to herself as the girl in the Painted Lady outfit seemed to calm. She couldn't see her face from this position, but the scent of her long, unbound dark hair was unmistakable. That fight beneath Ba Sing Se, her near defeat at this girl's hands before Zuzu showed up, had branded that smell into her memory. And as much as she would have liked to wring this peasant's neck right now just for being born a Waterbender, another thought entered her mind.

Shifting her grip so that she had a free hand again, Azula slid her palm beneath the hem of the girl's long nondescript robe, grinning as she felt cool skin beneath.

Katara's eyes widened in shock, about to yell before Azula whispered into her ear, lips barely brushing the lobe. She shivered, just barely, but Azula's satisfaction deepened.

"...Remember, spirit, if you scream you'll get caught..."

And suddenly, as if on cue, the finger barely tickling Katara's taut stomach felt scorching hot, making the Waterbender instinctively jerk back, then away as Azula punctuated her last word by uttering it in a breath of steam that felt like fire. Katara froze up as Azula's fingers danced with surprising deftness against her midsection, counterbalanced by the heat of those fingers. She could swear that she was being scarred by that burning-hot touch but Azula was being careful; other than the gooseflesh trailing the Waterbender's dark skin and her spasmic twitching, there was no evidence that the most vicious woman in the Fire Nation Army was molesting her.

Katara bit her lip harder with each brush, trying not to scream her disgust, but then those searing digits rubbed a furious circle at her pubic bone, and finally Katara couldn't take it.

She didn't realize that what had come out was a low moan until Azula's hand travelled a straight line from her waist to her belly button and she made the same sound again. She was ENJOYING this, Katara realized with a dull, distant sort of shock, but it faded away as Azula took off her veiled hat with a careless toss and pulled her into a ferocious kiss. The Princesses' lips felt like they were on fire, and when Katara tried to pull away she felt a pair of nails rake along the curve of her spine, sending a jolt of raw pleasure into her that provoked another moan, which Azula quickly took advantage of by forcing her tongue inside the Waterbender's mouth.

Katara's head felt like a blur; she was aware of that tongue and those lips scorching her mouth, relentlessly exploring along with burning fingers going up and down her back, tracing hips and shoulders and the dip of her back with such skill and dexterity... And then suddenly her tongue was matching Azula's, she was shivering from every touch, and there was a low, aching heat spreading between her thighs. Against her will she gasped as Azula's hand cupped her groin, middle and ring fingers stroking tantalizingly against a cold, damp spot at the apex of Katara's legs.

Azula's smile was utterly devoid of warmth, but that didn't stop Katara from feeling herself dampen a little bit more as those cruel golden eyes bored holes into her, the hot fingers against her core far from unappealing now.

"Take that robe off."

Katara wasn't sure what had changed in the time between constantly fighting Azula and that overconfident order, but she found herself obeying it instantly. Azula could bend anyone to her will, manipulate even the strongest of minds. Katara would have hated herself for not seeing her enemies greatest strength if her body wasn't so busy enthusiastically responding to the hands where her cloak had been, drawing the smoldering patterns across her arms, collar, and...oh.

Oh. Ohhh.

And now those hands were on her breasts, the heat against her already hard nipples sending waves of euphoric delight through Katara, pooling once more at the spot between her legs. She threw her head back, her attempt to howl her pleasure only coming out in a pathetic pliant whimper as Azula's searing lips wrapped around a nub; she wished desperately that the Princesses' hand would attend to her clit again, she was sure that even the slightest touch at this point would send her over the edge. As it turned out, all it took was a firm bite on her ear. As Azula suckled viciously on it Katara came, her hips pressing forward desperately against the air as her juices spilled on the ground.

Katara felt her knees buckle from the force of her orgasm, was aware that she'd collapsed onto the floor, aware that Azula was sneering at her in utter dominance.

And yet she didn't care. She made no effort to fight as Azula pulled her up by the hair and kissed her again; there was so much raw power in those lips that Katara felt herself getting wet again.

"You're so weak for such a powerful spirit, Painted Lady," Azula whispered sarcastically as she pressed her mouth against Katara's ear, making sure that she nibbled on the still-sensitive lobe. "...Get on your hands and knees. Like an animal." Katara acquiesced without question, raising her ass a little as she felt those eyes on her back. Obeying Azula, as she'd just learned, had made her feel so good that doing the opposite seemed unthinkable. Suddenly she felt those fingers at her lower lips, teasing the slit mercilessly; if that wasn't enough to make Katara moan, the biting and suckling lips travelling the dark expanse of her back up to her neck made her delirious.

Azula took her time as she tortured Katara's shoulders with her mouth, and slowly slid two of her fingers into the Waterbender's already-dripping folds. Katara wanted more, and tried to push her ass out to force those fingers in faster, but Azula was having too much fun seeing her captive like this to acquiesce. After a few minutes of fruitless mewling on Katara's part, Azula finally grinned, jamming her fingers into Katara so hard that she actually cried out in pleasure.

Azula had lied to her; everyone was too fast asleep to have heard, but Katara was too far gone now to care. Azula pressed her length against Katara's back, feeling another rush of power as the Waterbender moaned a little louder when her own nipples poked her through her red silk sleeprobe.

"Such a good spirit... maybe I'll take you with me and make you my little sex slave..."

Something about those last two words made Katara wetter than ever; she would have come right then had Azula not pulled her fingers out and gotten off of her. In the absence of Azula's commanding touch Katara felt suddenly empty, inadequate. She nearly turned around to look for Azula, begging her to continue, but then she felt two hands grip her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. And then a long, wet tongue jammed into her little pucker. And then there was only one thing going through Katara's head.

This was good.

So FUCKING good.

And now everything in her life up til now was meaningless; the war, her brother, hiding Aang, everything. All that mattered was that Azula was fucking her ass with her tongue, and she was so AMAZING at it that Katara felt herself come with every thrust, which she was meeting with reckless, lustful abandon. She would have willingly told Azula anything now, sold anyone out if it meant that Azula would keep fucking her brains out.

She never thought that being defiled could be so incredible.

Azula drove her fingers back into her victim, who screamed her name before coming hard. As Katara's energy left her, the Princess took her juice-soaked fingers out of the girl's slit, then pulled her head up and forced them down her throat. Katara suckled them hungrily, moaning happily all the while.

"Now then," Azula declared as she stood to her full height, her robe swaying tantalizingly against her body with every slight movement, "...All that's left is to decide if I should--"

Katara, left on the floor, had been staring at her, eyes fogging with lust as they traced her conqueresses' curves, hinted at by her rather seductive attire. Without any thought at all she threw herself forward, shoving her face up and in between Azula's legs.

Azula would have been angry had the girl not been so utterly enthusiastic and so clearly skilled; as it was she gave a little groan of approval as Katara's tongue probed her core while her lips teased the Princesses' clit.

In her right mind Katara would never have done such a thing, but all she knew was that Azula tasted amazing, and so she had no intention of stopping. Her eyes were shut tight in bliss as she slid her hands up Azula's thighs, one stroking lazily while the other gripped her firm rear.

When Azula felt herself getting close she yanked Katara's head away, holding her in place as she came, her fluids gushing onto the Waterbender's face and into her open mouth. THere was something about this-- the idea that Azula had 'marked' her-- that made Katara shudder with pleasure. Not wanting to waste another second she threw herself at Azula, kissing and biting and licking every inch of ivory skin she could find. She felt Azula pull her down to the floor on top of her, felt the Firebender moan as she greedily sucked one of her nipples, adoring each breast with a flurry of hungry kisses.

Soon the taste of Azula's sweat, the sound of her wanton moans was too much, and without any hesitation Katara straddled Azula's leg, pulling the other over her shoulder and holding it for balance. By now the last of Katara's face paint had worn off from sweat, her identity even clearer than before. And yet all she did was pant ecstatically as her clit rammed into Azula's, her long hair flailing wildly as she humped the Princesses' leg furiously, both reaching their climax at once, riding it out as they drove themselves together, the tent full of their heavy breathing.

Katara didn't remember leaving the tent, just that the next morning Sokka was yelling something about her sleepwalking out in the middle of nowhere and that she didn't care what she had to do to be caught by Azula again.