Don't Forget What To Call Her

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Don’t Forget What To Call Her
By Gunwild

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The unpleasant surroundings were probably the worst part. That heavy door, the thin mattress, the bars on the window - they all suggested to Sokka that nobody, anywhere, knew how to find him. It might be a room she used for just this sort of thing – whatever this sort of thing was. The only predictable thing about Azula was that she was dangerous, especially now.

“Tied up well, peasant?” she asked, tapping her own chin with a finger, then tracing the smiling curve of her lips. “I’m not cutting off your circulation, am I? Because you really *must* feel this.”

Sokka could barely sit up to see her from where he was tied down by the bed sheets. The princess was wearing a robe instead of her normal armor, though her hair was held up by that steel flame she so often affected. “Um, what am I doing here?”

She crossed her arms under her breasts. The silk allowed a generous hint at what her endowments looked like. “It’s not obvious?”

“No.”

“I heard you were the clever one.”

“Not really.”

“And you don’t remember how you got here?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Ah. Well, I’m still going to do what I was planning, then.” She sauntered over to the side of the bed, reaching down to place an index finger on Sokka’s chin while tilting her gaze a little to the side. If he hadn’t been so frightened the sensuousness would have been more welcome.

He had to talk through a lump in his throat. “Azula, are you going to kill me?”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she confessed. And then she pinched his chin so hard he had trouble turning his face away. “And I’ve told you before. You call me *Princess* or you get hurt.”

What were the rules for being captured? Remembering things seemed impossible right now. Something about conforming to standard protocol, using the proper terms for enemies when you spoke to them. She *was* a princess, so he could at least do that. Of course, if she was going to torture him the rules were out the window. “I can do that, *Princess.*” He tried to spit the last word out like it was an insult, but it was a little hard to concentrate. For some reason she had run her fingers down to the front of his shirt.

“Good boy. Now remember, if you do what I say, you’ll get rewarded. If you’re bad, you’ll be punished. It’s for your own good.” If he hadn’t been tied to the bed he would have bucked her off immediately when she sprang to sit on top of him, but of course he failed. She adopted a dainty, cross-legged position atop his belly while still gazing down malevolently into his eyes. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

He gawked in disbelief. Surely she couldn’t mean what he thought she meant.

“Well, that’s not true. I’ll hurt you, but it’ll even out.” Azula delicately hung some of her hair over an ear. “Ready?”

“Ready for wha – *mmph!*” In all the romantic stories Sokka had read girls were constantly interrupting men with gentle but passionate kisses. Azula seemed to have been reading different stories, because her kiss was more like a bite. Her teeth pressed against his mouth and she actually sucked the breath from him until he was pulling his face back, panting.

Instantly he was aware of how very hot her body felt against his. Where her bottom was on him felt warm and tingled; she adjusted her posture a bit and he felt her skin sliding underneath the blood-red robe. *Is she wearing anything under there?* he thought in a panic.

“Good, you didn’t struggle,” she said with the tone of someone instructing a person whose ignorance they found amusing. “You’ll get a little reward now. See how it works?” Azula undid the sash around her waist. While the robe didn’t fall open all the way, it became loose enough that one of her pale shoulders was totally exposed.

“Uhmm…!” Sokka failed to speak, then tried again. “I don’t – um, this isn’t – er… HELP!”

“*No!*” She jabbed him forcefully in the chest with her finger; her sharp nail added to the momentary pain. “You are not allowed to yell unless it’s to thank me, stupid peasant. Is that understood?”

He didn’t say anything, but shut his eyes. She only sighed. “Okay, then, we’ll have to do this the hard way.” She raised her hand to do *something,* but Sokka spoke before she got the chance.

“I’m not scared of you,” he announced, “Because I’ve decided this is all a dream.”

“Is it?” Azula snickered with an unwholesome mirth. “Oh, that’s adorable. You’re telling yourself it’s not real, like a child afraid of monsters.” Her face moved closer to his; Sokka felt her deceptively gentle breath was over him. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I can treat you very well.”

“*You,*” he returned, “Are in an insane asylum on an island somewhere so the rest of us don’t have to deal with you. So I must be dreaming this. I mean, nightmaring it. Nightmare-having. *Imagining.*”

She slid on top of him, turning so that they faced each other, and slowly, very slowly, lay down. Azula had a very firm body, but moved with incredible care, something like the coiling and uncoiling of a snake. “Poor little peasant boy. Where do you think you are right now?”

A cell. Tied up. With Azula. It couldn’t be. His eyes widened as he felt Azula’s finger etch a path between his jaw and ear. “This *is* a dream… isn’t it?”

“Want to find out for sure?” she teased. Her hand gripped his collar, and then a wave of heat passed over him and she was tearing off his shirt, which was singed and ruined. Only her control and her mercy – if it could be called that – had kept his skin from being burnt.

*I’m dreaming,* he assured himself as she ripped his hair out of its trademark ‘wolf’s tail’, not stopping to do it tenderly. *She’s an attractive girl, even if she is nuts, so it’s not unreasonable that I’d have a dream like-*

He stopped being able to think when Azula bit his earlobe and put her hand on his bare chest. One of her thighs was resting between his legs; he tried to close them, but they were tied too far apart and she was rubbing up and down against him steadily. It wasn’t as though this could fail to elicit a response. When she felt the bulge rising in his pants, she stroked his chin again and talked to him like a pet tigerseal puppy. “*Good* boy, that’s a very good boy…”

Sokka shut his eyes. Why on earth would he find that voice so sexy…?

“It’s okay,” she hissed, edging her head next to his in a strange gesture of closeness. Her hand was descending, scratching slightly over him and then settling on the outside of his pants. He couldn’t remember ever being this excited before. He had no direct experience with this type of thing. Suki hadn’t wanted to go too far, and he hadn’t understood why, but this might explain it. He was terrified by having no idea what Azula might do next – but at the same time he knew it was part of why this was so exhilarating. “You can make it stand up for me. You don’t have to be ashamed. I already know you’re a good boy.”

He didn’t know what he was trying to say, but all he did was mutter her name. She immediately pressed down hard on his crotch. Too hard.

“I already told you what to call me. Are you going to obey or not?”

Sokka answered without considering the response first. He wondered how his resistance could be breaking so fast. “I will, princess.”

Instead of saying he was a good boy this time, she let him know with a firm-fingered rub of his shaft through his pants; she giggled at his reddening face and shallow breathing. “Bigger, please. I know it gets bigger. If you can do it, I’ll let you see more of a reward.”

Probably unconsciously and due to the promise of more skin to see, Sokka did become harder. With a roll of her palm around the head she retracted her hand to herself and folded her robe off of her shoulder again, then removed herself from a sleeve. Only one breast was showing but his eyes were fixed on it. “Go ahead and stare. Watch me undress. Not many people are as fortunate as you.”

Azula dropped her whole robe so that it fell to her waist. Now as topless as Sokka was she raised her arms over her head. She had flawless curves, toned muscles and even a little prideful flush in her cheeks. “Do I arouse you?”

“Uh-huh,” Sokka stated dumbly, not remembering at all that he was supposed to be resisting this. “Um, yes, princess.”

“That’s good. Now you’ll have to arouse me.” With no warning, Azula scooted forwards so that the robe fell all the way off; her long legs were at either side of Sokka’s shoulders, one hand was on her bare hip, and he was seeing her totally naked. She had pubic hair that was meticulously clipped. It looked like it might feel bristly if he touched it, but that was exactly what he wanted to do. Everything she did made Sokka want her more. She was, after all, an expert at controlling people. “Ready to eat a royal delicacy?”

*Oh, crap.* She didn’t wait for his answer at all. Before he knew it, Sokka’s mouth and nose were covered by strong-smelling, hot flesh and his head was held in place by a strong lower body. He got his nose just free enough to breathe but didn’t do anything else.

“You can do it,” she insisted. “Don’t you have an appetite? Don’t you want to please a princess? Do you know how few can say they’ve tasted something this rare?”

She said it in a coaxing tone, but she was grinding herself on him the whole time. There were things he could do to fight back, to harm her, but was there any point? Even though he felt degraded and foolish, Sokka felt good. He couldn’t think of any good reason *not* to do this, and so tentatively reached out with his tongue.

“Yes,” she breathed, “So obedient. Lovely.”

There was a taste. It was not comparable to anything else. It was nothing he would want from his food, but it filled his senses, just like the sensations of having a mad princess gripping the roots of his hair while she fucked his face. Normally when you he got really, physically close to someone it felt like he was watching from the outside, but that didn’t happen this time. To Sokka there might as well not be a world beyond this one wickedly pleasurable act.

“Deeper,” she scolded, tugging so that his scalp ached, “Deeper. I shouldn’t have to make all the wetness *myself,* should I?”

Whether he shook his head to say ‘no’ or to help enter her more fully wasn’t clear, but either way Azula lost her composure for just a moment and twisted around, gasping. She involuntarily pulled his hair harder, which didn’t stop him from wiggling his tongue all the way inside of her, so that Sokka was gratified to hear the princess say “Not bad…” under her breath.

Thinking it best to press his advantage, Sokka used the one ‘special’ piece of knowledge he had. Removing his tongue from inside her entirely, he tried to raise his chin and find the top of her delicate womanhood. It was hard to be exact with an entire teenage girl sitting on top of your face, but a few broad licks in the right area did it. Azula cried out with enjoyment. He caught a smile passing over her features while she leaned her head back.

Rather than let him continue with this she pushed on his forehead and dismounted so that she was kneeling next to him, the sticky sides of her legs glistening faintly. “Hm. I underestimated you slightly. But I enjoy surprises. You’ve earned a very special reward now. Would you like that, peasant boy?”

“Yes, princess,” Sokka responded, happy to be able to breathe regularly again, and looking forward more than a little to his repayment.

“Good.” She tapped him on the nose with a wink that was almost friendly. Then a terrifying light came into her eyes that was very much like blue fire. “But I don’t want to hear you bragging about it to anyone, or I’ll burn you to cinders. Got it?”

“Sure, princess,” he said, trying not to shake.

“Excellent. Now, get ready, because I’m going to destroy your pants. A perverted boy like you doesn’t need them, anyway, right? Not when you’re near someone as beautiful as me?” She opened her arms to stretch again, showing off her form.

“Not at all. Um, princess.”

“That’s right. Here we go…” This time she didn’t need to use fire. With arms that had to be at least as strong as his despite their slenderness, she ripped the seams apart easily, tearing the pants into their component pieces, and then using one sharp nail of her left hand to slit the underwear that was confining him. Crawling so that she knelt between his legs, Azula took the very unladylike step of picking his undershorts up with her teeth, pulling them off and tossing them away. She laughed at the astonished look on his face, then smirked at his hard penis. “You want me to touch it again, So-kk-a…?” Hearing her finally say his name, and with that deliberate mockery, made him hungry to hear her scream it.

“Yes please, princess,” he hurried, hoping that this wasn’t all some awful torture that would leave him painfully unsatisfied. He needn’t have worried. Azula’s sharply-featured face came close to him, sniffed, and then placed a light, almost pure kiss on the side of the shaft. The wet head got even wetter. “Making something nasty here, are we?” she asked, collecting a sample on her finger and then wiping it down the bottom all the way to his base. Azula then licked along this line goadingly, barely making contact. “Well? Aren’t you nasty?” she repeated.

“You make me nasty,” he admitted, and she couldn’t keep from feeling a bit pleased with the pouty shamefacedness she’d brought out in him.

“Yes, it’s a curse to be so beautiful. I suppose it would only be right to help with your problem.” Moving almost too fast to see she grabbed him in one hand and squeezed so that his foreskin closed up.

“Oh, thank you,” he moaned, tensing and then relaxing, then tensing again as she let go.

“Thank you *what?*”

“Thank you so much for touching me, *princess.*”

“Such a good subject,” she cooed, gripping again and then surrounding his swollen head with her exquisitely carved lips. It felt so good that his instinct was to close his eyes, but he had to keep them open to see this. Being fellated by a Fire Lord’s daughter – that was quite an honor. More importantly, this was Azula. Crazy Azula who had, along with her friends, tried to exterminate him and his – it would certainly have been a turnoff if it weren’t so gratifying to watch her servicing him, bobbing her head up and down and visibly tightening her throat so as not to gag when he touched the back.

He might not have come, though, if not for her rude grabbing of his scrotum. She didn’t squeeze, but did take a firm enough hold that he was jolted and cried out. Manipulating this with one hand while sucking on him, her other hand pushing down on him so that he couldn’t get away, she brought him straight to an orgasm. It didn’t seem to matter to her that he announced it; all she did was pull back enough to let him come in her mouth, the smallest amount of pearly fluid dribbling back down onto his crotch, though she kept it well off of her own chin.

Azula could be seen tasting it a moment, meeting Sokka’s eyes, and then turning her head to spit the entire load onto the floor before licking her lips clean. He blinked a few times, feeling drained and weakened.

“Oh, did you expect that I was going to swallow that? Peasant seed? You were very lucky I let you come at all, you know.”

“Of course, princess,” Sokka agreed, “Thank you very much.”

“Want to taste it yourself?”

Before he could do anything she was kissing him again, this time without the teeth but with a great deal more tongue. Her mouth did taste funny. There wasn’t any more of his ejaculate in there, but this must be the flavor. It was salty and made him long to taste Azula’s fluids again instead. “See how different it is from what I make? Much inferior. I bet that’s what you were thinking.”

“Uh-huh. Yours is better Azula.”

She seemed to forget her usual rule, being too wrapped up in removing the decoration from her hair, which fell about her shoulders. “With you having acquitted yourself nicely enough, I suppose it’s time for what I really want. Try to be worth my time, peasant boy.”

“But Princess,” he protested, “I’m not ready yet. I can’t…”

“Not ready?” Opening up her legs and straddling him, Azula lowered herself into position. Still large but gone soft, he was in no state for penetration. As if to mock his unpreparedness Azula took hold of him and pressed it against her opening to no effect. “Oh, are you disobeying me again?” This time she wasn’t threatening, but amused. Her insult made Sokka bite his tongue. “And here I thought you were worth fucking. Was I wrong?”

“I’m not- I can’t just-”

“I have to do everything around here,” Azula sighed, rolling her eyes. Lifting her right hand, which he noticed did not have sharpened nails like the other, the princess licked and sucked her index finger provocatively, then reached gingerly under Sokka. “Don’t worry, I won’t make it fast. You’re probably delicate.”

“Oh, son of a *bitch*!” was all he could say, mostly directed at himself. He should have known this was going to turn horrible at some point. Azula still laughed at him, and even though he tried to wiggle away from it eventually her finger did find its way to his bottom.

Truth be told, she was as good as her word. She didn’t attack his butt quickly or roughly, though that might have been due to how much she liked watching the confused mixture of discomfort and stimulation as she worked her finger inside a tiny length at a time. The best part was how hard he got again, and how fast. “See? It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, does it?”

He grumbled something like “Yeah, princess.” Naturally it hurt slightly, but he was surprised that it hadn’t felt too terrible. And besides, once she had gotten it in up to the knuckle he’d become almost fully aroused again. His indignity over this was written all over his blushing face and the way he couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Poor peasant boy. Don’t worry. Let your princess take care of you now.” Without moving that damnable violating hand, she inched forward, spread her legs again and accurately began spearing herself on top of him, laughing her cruel laugh all the while.

He could not believe how good it felt.

Oh, he’d expected her to be superb at this by any standard, even though he was a virgin. Being on top of someone, in control of them, making them writhe and scream, that certainly sounded like Azula’s idea of a good time. He was enjoying it, too. Every movement she made seemed to be transmitted to him; he could almost feel her breathing, she was so tight around him. Before she was even done getting them pushed together all the way Azula had begun groaning loudly, her sharp fingernails biting into his side.

Examining her, her gritted teeth, her curled toes, her marvelous body twisting into sync with his, he decided that, finger still in him or not, he was lucky. Some people never got to feel this good. And he could hardly imagine there were many who got to see the haughty Princess Azula’s face contorting with pleasure and tearing up. Not to mention her gorgeous nakedness, and where it was being penetrated.

Of course, in examining, he also saw the tiny drop of blood that ran out of her while she began trying to rise and fall on top of him. He glanced up to try and meet her eyes. “Wait, are you a…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. She was crying and that was all the answer he needed; the way she tried to avoid his eyes and keep moving told him that she didn’t want to think about it. She even summoned up her terrible grin again and pushed down on his shoulder, breasts coming to rest on him.

“I’m,” he muttered, having a hard time focusing through the intensity of the sex she was providing him, “I am really honored, Princess Azula.”

Without him realizing it as it happened she was holding him with both arms and kissing him; not as part of her game, but, it would seem, out of a simple desire to kiss for once. He couldn’t hug her back, though he wanted to. Azula only broke the connection of their mouths when it was to yell, and she stopped moving entirely, though by now Sokka had joined in with thrusting his hips. When she came, which she had never done with something inside of her before, she was astounded by how much she tightened and twitched, how completely overfilled she felt. And when she was done, she was dimly unsurprised to find that there was a warm, oozing feeling inside of her.

“Damn,” she muttered, “It wasn’t my plan to get pregnant yet.” To Sokka’s surprise, she hugged him tighter instead of pushing him away. “That’s your fault, peasant.”

“No it’s not, it…”

“I said it’s your fault and I didn’t punish you for it. That’s special treatment. Don’t ruin the moment by talking.” Azula huffed and sat up, then after a moment’s consideration lay down again. “I don’t feel like walking anywhere.”

Superficially, this meant that after being deflowered Azula did not want to move because of the soreness. But it was also possible, on another level, that she simply meant that she didn’t want to leave him now.

There was no way to tell which one was the fact of the matter, but Sokka was interested in figuring it out.

“I’m going to untie one of your arms. Hurt me and I’ll cook you.” Azula said this rather absently, as though as an afterthought. Deep down she didn’t believe for a second that Sokka would try to strangle her, or that she herself would use firebending on him. Not now. Once again she’d miscalculated and wound up with things completely different from what she’d intended – leaving without ever having to think about this fool again. To relax herself, she dropped her head onto his shoulder and determinedly didn’t meet his eyes, electing to rest quietly.

Eventually Sokka broke the silence. “Hey, princess-”

“What now?!” she asked indignantly. “You already got to fuck me and I haven’t gotten you back!”

“You got me back,” he assured her. “I’m just going to put my arm around you, if that’s okay.”

“That was the idea.”

“I know. I just mostly felt like calling you ‘Princess’ again.”

Azula curled up her head, hiding a less-than-evil smile from him. “’Azula’ will be fine, idiot.”

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She woke up.

No. No, it couldn’t have all been a dream. Not that. She couldn’t still be alone in the damn asylum, useless and crazy and unloved – it wasn’t fair, she wanted to be better, had to be, she couldn’t live in a cage with a ruined mind for the rest of her-

“Hey!”

She looked up. Sokka had already put his arm around her again, like he had so many times before. They were in their own bed, the one they’d been sharing for almost a year now. Everything was fine. She sighed out of relief, though she tried not to show it.

“Dreamed you were back there again, huh?” he asked protectively. No matter how many times she did this he still showed worry, and she appreciated that.

“Yes,” Azula admitted. “It wasn’t so bad this time, though.”

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Written by Gunwild, Original Idea by Anonymous

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(The things I do for requests… actually, I enjoyed writing this one quite a bit. I’d really like to do a story where Sokka wasn’t the male lead, but I’m crummy at thinking of plots for the other guys. If you’ve got any thoughts feel free to approach me ‘bout ‘em. By the way, if any of you could see your way to write a review - just some critiques, what you liked and didn't, I would be much obliged to ye. As is my way, I apologize to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])