The Healing Touch

The Healing Sessions

By: Sarigal
(Aka Minooshka &/or Sarikal in other fanfic circles)

Chap.1 Mai's tastes


It's part of a larger story. For the sake of satiating my pervertness, I've decided to jump to the chapters with the juicy part and post them here as I feel like writing them.

I don't have time to switch them around presently. I'll get to it soon.


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*Prologue-Summary of the larger fanfic that this will be going in*

After saving Katara's life from Azula, Zuko had developed epileptic seizures which he suffers from every few weeks.

After the war, Zuko had married Mai and they were expecting their first child together.
While Zuko left on political business in the Earthkingdom, Mai went into false labour and lost their baby. She had been 5 months pregnant.
Returning with Katara to the Fire-nation, he learns of this and they both grieve their lost child. Katara helps Mai recover physically and emotionally and also studies with different physicians, trying to help Zuko with his seizures.

After an assassination attempt (foiled in great parts by the help of Katara and Mai.) Zuko's stable rulership is marred by problems of sucession, Azula's supporters to her claim to the throne, the revelation at the loss of his fire-bending capabilities.

All of these soup together to create a very stressful living environment for the once proud and powerful Fire-lord.

This story takes place 4 months after the loss of their child. 15 months after Zuko's coronation.

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Opening the door to their chamber, courteously Zuko waved a hand inside. Motioning Mai to enter first.

Looking particularly dejected (moreso than usual) Mai padded into the enormous royal bedchamber they shared. Her face was impassive as always, looking around her in effective boredom. There was a slight hesitation in her step that hinted she knew something was different than them simply retiring to sleep. She took her slippers off and walked barefoot into the room.

Zuko shrugged off his broadswords, he carried them with him all the time since the last assassination attempt. His fire-bending had worsened every seizure he went through.
If he hadn't been without them that time, he wouldn't have had to rely on the women in his entourage to protect him. Namely Mai and Katara. It stung his pride. Mai wasn't the best of conversational partners, she disdained and found sharing personal problems with others a bothersome activity. He had learned this early on. It was also the chief source of his problems with her. He was utterly alone in ruling the Fire-nation outside of former admiral Jeong Jeong's brief visits. His uncle was helping Aang in Ba Sing Se ruling in the Earthking's absence and he had no close friends around the palace other than the visiting water-bender ambassador Katara.

"We have a problem we need to talk about Mai."
He was still bent down at the coffer that stood at the base of their bed, putting away the sheathed blades.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, hands tucked in both her sleeves as was her usual habit. Otherwise she made no gesture of acknowledging he had spoken, simply waiting for him to continue as she knew he would.

"I can't believe I'm the one actually starting this conversation!"
Zuko scoffed and smiled ironically. Mocking the fact that he was going to start a couples talk instead of the women. He turned around. She slightly rolled her eyes, he caught her doing it and frowned.

"Mai..." He tried to soften his expression to that of understanding. "Mai... you've been avoiding me...well... sexually."

The Fire-lord stepped cat-like towards her, as if approaching a frightened stag. She didn't flinch but seemed to want too. She knew what he was going to say next.

"I've been trying Mai... Real hard... but I don't know how to..."
He chocked on his next words, looked downwards chasing his wayward thoughts. "I don't know how to excite you... or tell you that I need you!"

He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing soothingly. She wanted to shrug it off. She had just lost her baby. Their baby! She felt disgustingly belittled. So short a time had passed between then and now. It had been very traumatizing to say the least.

"Zuko..."
She started, her voice raspy yet even. "It's only been 3 months!"

The Fire-lord turned around abruptly. Scratching his head violently, in aggravation. He faced away from her so that she couldn't see his expression.

Quite understandably he was frustrated but not completely un-sympathetic by his body posture. He'd been as saddened by their loss as she had. Unfortunately the concept of loosing a growing life in one's body was a completely alien to him.
For women, it was incredibly traumatizing.

"Mai. The people of the fire-nation think you're barren, or that I'm impotent!" He paused then added. "Take your pick!"
He turned his scarred side slightly to look at her. Unreadable because of weak muscles unable to contract the surrounding tissue into any specific expression. "they didn't even know we were expecting when you lost it. They think we've been at it a full year!"

From the tone of his voice, he was both angry and worried. But not for his own sake. This was the tone he adopted as ruler of their nation.

"They think... we're unable to set a line."
He turned his head fully at her, she saw the other side of his face, the expressive half. He was indeed concerned and apologetic. "You know I wouldn't be pushing this if it wasn't so important."
He reached out for her with both arms, gently grabbed the sides of her arms, rubbing them slightly. "I know it's hard for you to have lost our..." He trailed off slightly. "...our last one. But we have to keep trying!"

Mai frowned, anger building up. It was her nature though to keep it bottled, dealing it out in leveled doses. "Easy for you to say... you're not the one who has to grow the thing, puke, bleed and feel like Ostrich-Horse dung!"

She never snapped or used any tone of voice outside her cool and collected one unless she meant it reproachingly. Zuko dropped his hands and they balled into fists which he thrusts downwards angrily.

"LISTEN! Mai! like I said; If it was my choice I wouldn't even be here talking to you about it! But the fact is, we're the royal couple! We need to produce an heir weither we like it or not!"
He turned around, his anger raising his temperature. He stomped a few times around the room. She'd seen him angry before like this. He had to lash out at something usually. Typical Zuko.

She sighed.

He put space between them, trying to focus on something else but she just knew he was ruminating. She supposed she should be doing something else or it would just aggravate him that she was just standing impassively while he was roiling inside. Walking towards her changing desk she sat down in the chair, slowly unbraiding her hair. She could still see him within the reflective surface. Still fuming he finally deciding to change into his sleeping robe. The change of cloths was in a large wooden drawer to her right. He stomped towards her, picked what he needed then went back towards the end of the bed to change. His anger was uncomfortably thick in the air. He slept in a pair of sandy-colored linen pants, but usually wore a long sort of burgandy bathing robe made of fine material when he had to pad around at night.

She looked back down at her implements and picked up a brush, unsure how to react. He wasn't finished and was just thinking about what he would say next without yelling it out. He'd improved in that manner at least she thought. She drew out the long black ribbons holding her locks behind her head. The silken black tresses fell down, she picked a strand of it and started brushing.

"Mai."

She stopped, placed down the implement and turned slightly. He again had that apologetic look on his face, it was forced behind rage. She could read him like a book. She frowned.

"What do you want from me Zuko? That I just open up my legs and let you poor it in?" She was surprised at the grotesque image she had projected. Zuko was too, his head snapped slightly back.

"I've been trying to be... romantic. Take care of you, encourage you in all the ways any women I've asked about this kind of.... stuff... have suggested I try."

She laughed mockingly. "You think I'm the kind of girl that likes candle-light dinners and massages don't you?" She remembered all of those awkward weeks where he'd been acting strangely. So... that was what had been going on! He'd been trying to get her in the mood and had failed horribly. Now directly tackling the problem.

His eyes scrunched, his mouth tightened and he almost growled what he said next.

"Well... If you'd TELL me or expressed some kind of interest in something! Then maybe we wouldn't be having this stupid conversation and you'd be pregnant by now and everything would be fine!" He over dramatically emphasized with motions of his hands and snobbishly imitated the voice of a female just to irk her.

She was very bland in her self-expression. Always kept her emotions from her face and outward thoughts. It was a game between them where he tried to get more out of her.
Teasing and testing her.
Prodding her every which way. It was getting to be fairly annoying to deal with. On top of it, he was being selfish! She was unreasonably thinking that a part of him just wanted the sex. That the whole must-bear-child-for-the-nation thing was just an excuse to get sexual gratification from her. Her anger built ten-folds and spilled uncontrolled in her mind. She practically saw red.

"So... you want me to express my needs and interests?!" She frowned angrily. He'd seen that look before, back at the Boiling Rock when he had been sure he had lost her forever or that she would of killed him if he opened that door. Mai spoke with a voice that was deadly cold. Hearing the words was like daggers prickling his skin. He could almost feel them.

Zuko backed up slightly away from her to her right. His shoulder to the large wooden drawer next to her. She slowly stood up in one barely controlled but deadly fluid motion. Anger radiating from her whole being.

Zuko was not a man easily intimidated. His wife however, was one of the few people that could truly unnerve him. Not because she was in her nature, violent. Quite the contrary. Any extreme show of powerful emotion was foreign on her. That was what made her increasingly scary at the moment.

"Well... Fire-lord..." She took a step forward. He'd never seen her quite this furious. If she had been a bender he would have sworn on his honor and country that she would be catching on fire by now. "Let me help myself then. To some... expression."

Before he had time to move, she grabbed 3 pins from her desk and pinned the sleeve of his right shoulder and part of his harm sleeve to the large wooden drawer. He startled, reflexively he reached to pull them out. In one swift motion, she had drawn a dagger and slashed at the back of his hand.

"Ahhh!" Zuko cried out and instinctively brought the cut hand to his mouth. His eyes focused on her face. Shock, worry, confusion passed in flashes. "Mai?" He said in a shacking voice. Slowly his uncertainty churned and transformed into anger.

She acted quickly, hit his hand away extremely hard. Hard enough he felt it fling and bang on the wooden drawer. She threw the same knife onto the other sleeve, pinning him completely. In reaction he was about to bend down to rip away from the thing but she had been quicker and brought another blade down under his chin and pressed it deep enough for him to feel it, pushing him back up. Making him lift on his toes in reflex to get away from the sharp object.

"Stop talking... or your line might end right then and now." His eyes glowered at her. Angry still but shaking slightly in genuine panicked, unable to understand such a change of behavior in Mai. Was she saying she would never again bed him, or was she implying either castrating or killing him?

She tssked, her yellow orbs glaring hatred at him, but something else he couldn't quite read. Not that he was paying particular attention to that. He DID have a knife under his throat and his wife DID just slash his hand. Zuko, slowly flexed his left hand. Drops of blood fell and pattered on the floor. Mai turned her head languidly towards the spectacle. The small beads flowing down his fingers and streaming down, drops falling in a slow steady rythm. She hummed observing the cut, it was a nick really, just enough to draw blood and sting but of no real worry or concern.

"Mai?" He ventured.

With her other hand she back handed his lower jaw, hard enough for his mouth to clack shut uncomfortably. With the same hand she grabbed his hair, lifted his head and the knife back up again, reminding him it was there. "Not another word!"

Zuko was breathing hard. Panic firmly setting. She was serious! Curiously however she smirked and letting go of his hair, opened the front of his sleeping robe.

"So... you want me to..." She smiled, oddly.
She moved her hand as she talked at had found his right nipple.
"Express myself?" She flicked it with her thumb. He started at it and sucked in a breath, surprised at her gesture.

Zuko was baffled. His wife was still glaring absolute cold stone death at him. But she had just touched him in a very sexual manner that suggested something quite the opposite from a painful death or prospective gender change.
He was afraid to say anything, as her previous order had indicated she would hurt him. She had proven that she would quite well. The fire-bender breathed unsteadily, the knife-point still very present on his jugular. He was unsure weather to respond to her statement or keep his silent. Either one might cross her. Her hand continued to move, down his side.

"Well... you're about to see..."
Her hand traveled lower, her fingernails scratching painfully, digging into his flesh.
"Me expressing myself."

He experimentally tugged his the on nearest the wall and with the uninjured hand. Felt the pins holding him budge slightly, they weren't too deep.. He could probably pull them out.
Mai's hand traveled lower. Did he want to know what would happen?
It slipped inside his loose sleeping pants. To remind him it was there, she turned the knife at a safer angle and cupped his genitals. He gasped.

"What are you?" He asked breathlessly, she pulled away all at once in one bruttal motion slapped him. HARD on the face, the knife return. His face stung.

"Stop talking YOU STUPID SHIT! You want me to be your personal hoar!? Carry your baby just for your own stupid image! Well Fuck you! You'll get the thing, but my way!"

She was emotional. His heart did a double beat and dread hit him in the pit of the stomach like a canon ball. The deadly women braced herself next to him and pulled him in one swift motion. ripping his robe, twisted him around and he let her slam him none-too gently into the dressing desk , catching himself slightly in reflex with his arms not to bang his head on it. His arms spread out holding his upper body. however Mai violently brought her own upper body weight to slam him down. His injured left hand continued to bleed slightly, staining the delicate white material used to cover it. He bit a curse between his teeth as the edges of the desk dug into his chest uncomfortably.

At the back of his head, he was aware that she was controlling and pulling her punches and motions. She wasn't actually trying to hurt him. Though the sting on the back of his hand was reminding him that; Yes, she was ready to do just that. It was all mangled in his mind at the moment. The dark beauty leaned down over his back, taking the dagger away from his throat.

'Is she trusting me not to move?'
Zuko could certainly and easilly have tripped her, grabbed her and pinned her down, now that the threatening knife had been removed from his throat. However he was equally and confusingly intrigued at the behavior his wife was showing. Now that he was shirtless and that she was leaning over her, he could feel the impression of her breasts on his back. If he wasn't a complete moron (which he didn't believe he was), he could swear that she was trying... to be sensual.

His breath hitched when her right hand pressed between his shoulder blades, she leaned in, pressing her flawless white face, cheek-to-cheek to his fire-damaged one. He couldn't see her own face, trying to catch anything he could of her out of the corner of his eyes without moving his head. For a moment he felt self-conscious about his scar with her pressed to is like that.

Even through his dulled nerve damaged endings, he felt her cheeks lift slightly. She was smiling. Mocking him?
It was as if the world had turned upside down. However a notion was dawning in his mind as he felt her hand move slowly along the line of his back. Was she playing?

Mai's other hand grabbed something on the desk, but he was thinking so many things that he wasn't registering anything except for her breathing almost directly his eye and that hand at his back with the nails dragging on his skin moving southward. She wasn't moving her face from his own, he stopped trying to look at her, stared downward as he felt the hand slip underneath his black sleeping pants. Utterly concentrating on straightening out her intentions in his head. The hand slipped under his waist band. He scowled, she was toying with him!

'Oh but that is nice!'
She cupped was cupping his testicles. If he hadn't been aroused by her abuse or touches prior to this, he was starting to feel stirrings now. Although he wasn't quite sure if it was something that she wanted right now. He couldn't help himself but slightly lean back into the touch.

"Huh... typical man." Her voice startled him, so close to his ears. She tugged violently at his right wrists with something. He hadn't realized, engrossed as he had been with her exploring right hand, that Mai had tied his hands with long black ribbons that had been just a moment before in her hair. For a brief moment he was amazed at her ability to pull so many things off at the same time.

"You're just like all the rest of em, you'd even let me violate you just to have your dick touched." She was still angry, but her voice purred in his ear and he shivered.

This was a new game, new rules. He'd never been so turned on before. Her fingers fondled his sack as she spoke then she flipper he hand and dug her nails painfully in the inside of his thigh. He yelped startled, though fear didn't cling back to him as it had the last few times she had hurt him. Though it was uncomfortable and annoying of her, he firmly decided to rain in his anger and see where this was going.

"Ah but... you see? I'm not going to make this enjoyable for you Zuko." She pulled rudely on Left arm, yanking it painfully behind him and withdrew her hand from his pants to reach for the other.

Briefly, Zuko shifted his weight intending to throw her off... but at the last moment decided against it and let her reach his right to join the one in his back. She moved behind him. The Fire-lord turned his face when her's left. Staring at her with his mouth agape, wanting to say something but remembering what she'd done and do again if he did. She tied both together and pulled the knot so hard he was afraid she'd cut the circulation in them. Though it couldn't be too bad for his bleeding hand.

"So... let's see if YOU like being used!" Mai swiftly thread the long ribbon in between his legs and around his left and took a step back. She grabbed his hair with her right hand and pulled the ribbon with the left. The long piece of fabric tightened up to his crotch and risked traveling up and hurting his genitals if he didn't move. So he did turning, but she actually wanted the result by the feeling of her grabbing his hair. Turning him around and away from the desk. Blood rushed to his face, god this was exciting, though the ribbon was indeed digging in between his legs, it made him conscious that he was being turned on by Mai's violent behavior. He felt a slight ping of shame that he was getting off on this. Was that Mai's intention. It certainly seemed so, though she acted as if it was bothering her greatly.

Without skipping a beat and with him almost tripping trying to follow her. She pulled him towards the large bed and thrust his head violently with her right arm towards it, though she didn't loosen her hold on the ribbon. She intended to trip him, and he did exactly that. His left leg yanking back awkwardly to avoid being imasculated by the taught fabric between his legs and his right buckling as he became unbalanced, he avoided smashing his head by landing at the base of the bed facing her.

'Crazy bitch!' He wantedt to yell exactly that. But when he lifted his face to say it, he snapped his mouth back shut again and stared wide eyed at her.

His wife had lowered her obi over her shoulders and bared the beginning of her breasts to him. She was licking the knife she'd used on his throat. looking at him feraly as she did so. For a flickering instant the thought ocured to him that the knife she had used to injure his hand was still planted in the wooden dressed. He rubbed his right shoulder on his neck as best he could and looked back at it. His shoulder was smudged a slighlt red.

'Fuck!' He exclaimed in his own mind.
A small moment of panic surged in him. His member was still steadily rising to his surprise and horror. She closed the few steps separating them and bent down both deadly cold and sensually. Still radiating anger but also something else. 'She's getting off on this?!' He wondered.

She reached down and pulled at them hem of his pants so that he was sitting up, his erection tenting the front of his pants. She briefly looked down at it then back straight into his eyes.

"You're an animal, you know that?"
She scoffed, throwing the words venomously. He whimpered slightly as she took his face in her left hand impetuously, fingernails bitting slightly into the skin. The dark haired women looked straight into his eyes. In any other staring contest he'd have with her. He would have gladly held the smoldering gaze and might have won. However her other hand was near his crotch and in an uncharacteristic display of fright and humility he lowered his eyes and slightly turned his face, giving way. He looked at her in the corner of his eye, flushed. Shamed, disgraced perhaps a little disgusted with himself slightly that he wasn't as strong as he had thought himself to be. Turned on by her violence, submissive to this women who had shown him violence and still held the upper ground.

She closed her eyes a moment and her frown loosened. She looked at him lovingly, a hint of regret. Then smiled mischievously and re-framed her face into her previous anger. He had seen the mask fall and being re-placed.

He knew she was playing now.

'Wow... this is...' He couldn't think of words but kept his silent. It was now game. She was the one controlling it and he loved it. Perhaps she was as excited as he was. He shifted his weight. Blood pooling strongly in between his legs. The linen irritating his erection.

"You can't even help being excited when I I touch it even if I beat and hit you can you?" She mocked in pretended offense, looking down briefly. A small seepage of his pre-cum had turned the sandy linen a darker shade. She tightened her grip on his face and turned it so he was facing her squarely.

"Huh" She puffed again mocking indignantly. "I suppose you'd beg for my attention either way?" She lowered her other hand but kept him facing her and looking her in the eyes. She scratched the bulge with her fingernails over the linen fabric.

His heart was practically bursting in his chest and delicious butterflies traveled his spin. He arched and his eyes rolled briefly back. He both whimpered and moaned simultenously. The bridge of his nose and his cheeks where burning red. In reflex of wanting to hold her he pulled on his arms, but they where very painfully tied.

She sighed exasperatedly. "Like a beaten Eelhound pup that goes back lovingly to it's master."
Mai stood back up, her obi falling farther down her arms, opening up and revealing the creamy flesh to him. She took back her hands from him completely and he doubled slightly panting and collecting himself. He'd started to sweat. Zuko lifted his head back up and saw her un-sash her robe and open it in front of him inches from his face, her navel at his eye level. She was strip teasing for him and he hadn't touched her in months. Neither had he touched himself in quite some time.

'By the grace of spirits I want to taste that!' he thought. "Mai can we please?" He suggestively begged.

She slowly bent down and drew her face inches from his, Zuko felt incredibly intimidated by her stare. He felt the ribbon surrounding his wrists tighten and pull downwards. He had to arch himself backwards following the movement. She grabbed his hair and pulled it violently again, the movement controlled with just enough pain to cause him discomfort.

"I don't think you get it Zuko." She yanked his head again back to emphasize. He opened his mouth a sound of slight exclamation fleeing him.
"You have absolutely no word in what I choose to do with you."
She yanked the ribbon violently, his shoulders hurt being pulled back so much. Mai let go his hair and mockingly tapped the side of his right cheek. "So keep your mouth shut and I wont hurt you."

She leaned forward and licked the slight sting on his neck where he felt the slight sting of the cut she'd made. He had trouble breathing he was so excited. The dark haired women was still keeping a solid grip on the bindings on his wrists and he was getting cramped. Yet he was so wonderfully distracted by her tongue traveling between his colarbone and slowly moving upwards towards his ear that it was a minor inconvenience.

"Hnnn" He both moaned and protested. Opening his legs slightly to get into a better position to give his aching arms and back slack against the tightly drawn bindings. His need pressed a bit more to his pants a small frictional comfort . God he wished deeply she'd touch him there again. She kept licking his neck and the sting abated somewhat, she moved upwards and plunged her tongue in his ears. He could hear her long smolderingly sexy breathing and wet sounds of it exploring the inside.

"Ahhh ah!"
He arched, thrusting in the air. His member painfully engorged, weeping and begging attention. The dark wet spot where the head of his dick met the material getting slightly larger. Overstimulated. He wouldn't be able to climax like this, but it sure as hell felt as if he was going to perish in smoldering need before she gave it any attention.

Whimpering pathetically he tried to get her attention shifted towards it by thrusting as he could in this awkward position. He managed to get it rub at the base of her knee. The friction wonderful and he groaned. She all but stopped her attack of the inside of his ear, pulling away. The tension of the bindings gone and he doubled back forward panting from her assault. She had been standing over him but he felt her kneeling and grabbing the base of his face again with her right arm lifted him up.

She was a tall women, almost reaching him in height. Although not particularly strong, she made it up with accuracy. He humored her and followed where she pulled him with her strong hand. He had trouble focusing, felt as if he was fevered. He had trouble standing, his erection was at an awkward angle in his pant and he couldn't shift or move it in any way and it felt incredibly strange not to be able to.

"Look at you!" She took a step back but kept him at arms length, hand still wrapped around the base of his face, fingernails slightly prodding into his cheek, not too uncomfortably.
"Fire-Lord indeed... you're just a human animal."
She looked at him up and down, as if viewing a specimen or a dress of some sort. She was still frowning but he noticed she was flushed. She was indeed excited doing this. His heart lept joyfully in his chest, though her words were meant to be insulting he wasn't quite listening.

Her other hand lowered into her own pants and his breath hitched. She was probably touching herself. His knees buckled under him slightly but he kept standing. Mai turned his head slightly to the right, then slowly to the left and let go her clutch on his cheek. Keeping her hand under his chin a bit more tenderly.

"And I suppose that like a rutting animal you want to fuck this?" Her hands movement again suggested that she was indeed touching herself. His imagination ran wild. He didn't move his head from the side and simply looked at her from the corner of his eye. He only heard 2 words she had said: 'rut' and 'fuck'. He whimpered again with as much sincere pleading that he could muster.

His eyes still fixated to where her hand was moving under her pants, she removed them, they where wet. He followed them fixated as she lifted them to her breast and rubbed a nipple.

"Mmm...Mai..." He was besides himself with lust and approached her. Trying to press himself against her, anything to get some kind of contact. She brought both hands back up very quickly and threw him violently back. He fell completely on top of of the bed, slightly bounced and snapped out of his lust-haze. Confused and his hand still hurt as his body crushed it. He was getting a real bad crick between his shoulders. This snapped him slightly back into the moment.

"You'll keep your filthy self off of me." Mai stood motionless on the edge of the bed. For an uncomfortable moment the notion that she'd stop crossed his head. He'd be completely and utterly miserable if she did. She looked at him with her usual disdainful look of boredom. As if bedding him or touching him was the last thing she'd rather do. But a slight corner of her lip lifted, assuaging his fears and she climbed, lifting her arms out of her Obi as she did.

"Roll over" She made a motion, as if commanding a dog. Though he'd be insulted in another situation he did it gladly, lifting himself slightly off the mattress so his erection wouldn't painfully be crushed under his body.

This position he was in though was quite embarrassing. He wondered what she was thinking of him as he shifted his head to lie on his left cheek, trying to get comfortable in the covers since his shoulders where pulled back, his whole body weight rested on his face.

SLAP

He startled at the sound, slowly he became aware that his buttom was stinging. Had she just done what he thought she just did?

SLAP

He frowned , wasn't completely sure if he liked this or not. But she stopped and rested the punishing hand at the small of his back. He heard her chuckle. At his expense? Most probably.

"Here I have the fire-lord, bent over like a bitch. What would anyone say I wonder, if they knew?"
She leaned over and pressed almost all her weight in the middle of his back, grabbed his sleeping pants with the other and pulled them down halfway down his thighs. He was positively mortified. In this position however he couldn't even stand up unless he tried to roll. Which he even doubted he could do with how she had maneuvered over him. That and he would probably have to crush his erection in the mattress to do so, which would not be very pleasant.

"So sire lord of fire..."
Mai took a fingernail and teasingly drew it on his left ass cheek. Not pressing hard enough to her but hard enough she wasn't tickling him. He was sure he would be otherwise.
"Can you guard your passion against me? Or are you a weak excuse of a man?" She emphasized by slowly cupping his testicles in her right hand, she moved her weight more comfortably on his back and arms, stil keeping him from pulling away even if he wanted too. His face was burried in the covers of the bed.

He mewled as she teased him. Weighing and lifted his dangling sack gently.

"I thought not."
She lifted herself off him a moment and he felt her cut the bindings around his wrists. He let them drop to his sides. They prickled like ants as circulation ran back through them and he didn't have the heart or will to lift them, concentrating as he was on what her other hand was doing. Mai's hand was unmercifully and deliciously kneading him. The hand dipped lower and rubbed the bottom side of his erection. he hissed and moved subconsciouly for more friction.

"Don't"
She uttered that one word, otherwise her hand still cupped him but had stilled it's exploration. He ignored her, tried to get more friction.

SLAP

"OW!"
The crazy bitch had slapped just over but barely missing his genitals. That scared the crap out of him.
He brought one of his arms back under him started to turn. She threw herself body weight under him first. Since Zuko had given her leverage with his propped arm she was able to flip him over violently before he could have done so himself. His head fell onto the pillows.

Thack, Thack.

He stopped movement. His heart racing. Where had those knives been planted? Since he didn't feel like he had been hit he let go of the breath he had been holding. And stared at her wide eyed, like a frightened animal. She chuckled at his expense maliciously. Cupped his genitals again and pinched one of his nipples Hard. He arched his back but was silent.
Though she had broken the mood slightly with the slap, she sure did know how to get it back ten-folds.

"You'll keep your hands away, you'll not move, you'll not speak!"
Mai snapped tursely.
She placed his arms roughly over his head and pressed down on them in one violent thrust that indicated he should keep them there or she would punish him with very real pain if he disobeyed. Now he felt he knew where the knives had been planted. The sides of his pants pulled only halfway down his hips where solidly planted to the bed. He'd not be able to lift or move his legs, nor shift his hips.

'Damn this is hot'

He was breathing loudly.
The deadly black haired women stepped off the bed to his left, her eyes never leaving his lustful ones. She bent slightly and completely divested herself. He noticed a knife holster attacked to her hip. 2 of them missing.
'So that's where...' He was amazed by her reflexes and speed. She was eyeing him, stalking him, sizing him up. His rod twitched without his intention. She looked both mirthful, predatory and disdainful. Only Mai could pull that dangerously sexy aura about her yet at the same time keep the pretense of being bored.

She walked languidly around their bed clockwise. He was completely exposed, kept his hands above his head where she had placed them. His wife held one of the supportive pillar on the luxurious bed they held. Seductively she was now practically at the bottom. Staring at him as he where a feast or prey. He followed her with his eyes, face flushed, breathing hard, painfully erect, waiting. It felt as if she'd been playing with him forever.

"Does it hurt?"
She leaned forward, one had supporting her, a breast sexily propped up when she did. Consciously posing. She moved a hand to his erection yet didn't touch it. She looked at him with a frown, daring him. Fingers a scant inches from it. He dared not move by her orders yet all of his instinct screaming him to close that small distance. He very easilly could have slightly shifted his hips to do so.

"Awhn..." He nodded once, keeping quiet otherwise.
It did throb, it was warm and in it's own way the erection was painful but deliciously so.

Her frown dissipated and she had a pleasant expression. She brushed it and gave his member a single long sensual caress.
He shivered throughout his whole body, trying to keep as still as possible. He saw her bite her lip.

'Thank god she also wants me!'
Zuko had been beginning to doubt somewhat. She passed her hand along his inner thigh, scratching lightly. He twitched. Instinctually his body tried to thrust up and he had difficulty to keep himself still. He knew she saw this.

"Male instincts are so strange..."
Her voice had changed from reproaching to curious.

"I suppose it should be even stranger to want this in me then." As she said this, her fingers started at the base of his cock and incredibly lightly she caressed it with her fingernails.

"Shhhhiiiiiiiit." He hissed, whimpered and growled at the same time, trying to muffle the sounds with the pillows. His unbound arm shaking over his head in an effort not to reach down and stimulate himself.
He felt her other hand grab his right foot, pushing his linen sleeping pants up his leg a bit. He turned his head back to watch her. She was blushing, an unsure and maybe embarrassed expression.

She leaned farther, lifting his foot, her mouth pressed at the inside indenture between his ankle and the base of his foot she...licked...it....
He closed his eyes and moaned. It was strange that she was licking him there. Did she have a thing for feet maybe? Either way it was a new sensation and he had to admit the sight of her doing that had been erotic.

"Please... " he whimpered, feeling embarrassed for a brief moment that he might sound like a silly girl. They were alone though, no one would know that their roles had been reversed. He was afraid she'd hit him again for talking.

She didn't.
Mai climbed back up completely over the bed, passed a leg over him, her back to him and propped her behind up towards him.
The sight of her delicate folds. Her need gleamingly wet, exposed for his eyes to feat made him completely forget to keep his hands up, He had almost reached the back of her behind, but snapped them back down, grabbing the blankets so tightly his fists turned white and the wound on his hand opened again, dewing blood. Bitting his lower lip. She bent slightly to the side, watching him eyes half-closed and predatory.

"Why is it Zuko?" She asked cryptically. The answer could be anything.
Blood rushed in his ears, he felt intoxicated, drunk, couldn't think straight. He lifted his hands back to his face, rubbed it of the sweat that had collected there and brushed back his hair, panting, restraining himself of absolutely every natural instinct that told him to grab her and dive wildly into those folds.

"Why is it so hard?" The question was like a double edge knife.
Was she asking herself that question? Asking him why he couldn't keep away from her? Why sex between them was so difficult to engage? Why he was so completely and utterly ready for her, his phallus leaking pre-cum liberally over the bed?

He decided it was of him unable to control himself.

"I...don't know...." He let go a breath he'd been holding. "Because I'm... an ...animal?" He ventured breathlessly. Testing his newfound permission to speak.

Mai nodded once. "You aren't to move...."
She grabbed his erection, opened her folds with the other and aimed his engorged manhood in her entrance and then sat back, sliding it slowly in.

He gapped like a fish, his arms left the back of his head but stayed suspended in the air, afraid to touch, wanting to, unable to. Shaking. A small keening wail of a whimper came out of his throat as she sat farther back.

"Mai...Mai....Mai..." He slurred like a mantra between breaths, completely and overly stimulated. Unsure of how long he'd be able to hold out. Even though he hadn't been touched most of the time. Receiving more cuts and beatings than caresses.

He didn't move, her certainly didn't move. Planting his hands back down to clench at the sheets again, his upper body curving slightly, lifting off the bed, all muscles clenching. Otherwise he hadn't moved his lower body. Which was the one are his whole entire being told him to move. Mai sat down fully. He was wrapped in her completely up to his base. She turned around slightly, watching him, her own mouth open slightly. He hoped she enjoyed it, he felt as if he where dying underneath her. She leaned forward, he was slipping out torturously slowly. He brought the injured hand to his lick and suckled on it watching raptly at himself sliding out of her tight folds. Trying in vain to calm the erotic rush and adrenaline passing through his system. He popped out. He startled slightly arching his hips subconsciously and pathetically trying to get himself back into contact with her. She lifted herself away from him.

"FUCK! Nooo! Mai..." He begged, pleaded, entreating her.
In one swift motion she pulled out the stillettos pinning his pants on the bed.
Dragging the remainder of the pants she moved off the bed pulling them behind her as she went. She took a few steps away from the end of the bed.

He sat up, angrilly, completely and utterly insane with lust and need. Ready to both kill and love her through and through.

"Fuck me Zuko. Fuck me like the animal you are!"

She threw the pants away in mock anger but she was as excited as he was. Flushed, dripping natural lubricant down her leg from her cunt. She bent down on all four and presented herself again. He tore down from the bed towards her, heard the covers ripping somehow. Falling to his knees behind her, banging them violently on the marble floor.
He didn't care.
Zuko grabbed her from behind urgently, grabbing a breast, pulling out one of her legs slightly, positioning himself then entered her violently and urgently.

"Ahhh!"
He exlaimed in relief, pounding away into her. Mai gasping.
Letting out the entirety of his pent up sexual energy at the moment, he thrust frenziedly. They where both panting and sweating like the animals she'd hinted they were and he was completely besides himself with bliss. His own hips grinding violently into her backside. He grabbed her haunches tightly and drove himself into her like a piston. Arching his back, teeth clenched, head held back and high.

She was squirming, making keening and squealing sounds. Muffled and withheld as best she could but to no avail. They both fucked passionately. Mostly he was doing the fucking, she simply received it. That was fine by him anyways.

The Fire-lord didn't last long, but neither did his wife.
Surprisingly it was Mai who had her orgasm first. Powerful enough that she couldn't hold her own weight, her arms slipped from under her on the sweat slickened floor.
Zuko grabbed her whole body and propped her up vertically. In an amazing feat of strength kept pounding upwards into her as she clenched and squirmed in her climax. Her cunt throbbed from her release, juices tricked along down his leg.

"Rrrrrrrraaaaaah!"
Zuko yelled out triumphally, not quite at the top of his lungs but loud enough the servants in the whole royal wing heard him quite well.
Blushing they tried to get back to work.

His load shot out of him violently, molten hot. A characteristic of him being a bender that she actually did quite enjoy. Each stream she felt as it hit her insides.
He shuddered underneath her. Mai held out her arms as he lowered her, his strength failing but still bucking into her. Riding the rest of his orgasm. Arms wrapped around her.

Both panted exhausted. He was still in her, trying to stay that way as long as possible. Both of them practically on all fours, joined together after a dance that was as old as life itself.

"I...have....to get you mad... like this...again."
He half laughed between gulps of breath.

"Hmm..."
She answered simply. Though she did smile at him, a corner of her lips curling upwards.

He drew a finger along her slippery sweaty back. "I didn't know you where into...feet."

He saw her frown angrily.

"Oh don't start again... I'm exhausted"
Zuko did his best mock-worried expression. She laughed, one of the very rare times he had ever heard her.

He leaned down, pulling out. Drawing a sigh from both of them.

"I love you Mai."