Azula suddenly put her hand on top of Ty Lee's, holding it against her face. Ty Lee blinked as the girl slowly and carefully sat up, still holding her hand against her cheek. There was a look of strange intensity in her golden eyes. Deliberately, Azula reached her free hand through the bars; Ty Lee felt the warm fingers against the back of her neck. Without a word, Azula pulled her forward and pressed her lips against hers.
“Mmph -!” Ty Lee's eyes flew open in surprise. The captive's lips felt soft and warm against hers, and her breath wafted over her cheek. After a few moments of tension, Ty Lee relaxed into the kiss, letting herself lean forward against the bars. Azula's tongue flicked lightly over her lower lip; the acrobat closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw, allowing the tongue access to her mouth. Ty Lee felt Azula's tongue brush gently over the roof of her mouth, then pause to wrestle with her own – she moaned faintly. Slowly, she moved her own hand through the bars to grasp Azula's prison tunic and pull her closer. She'd kissed boys before, in the course of flirting and occasional dates, but it had never really meant anything. And it had certainly never felt like this, this fire and intensity...but maybe that was just Azula. Azula had always been larger than life.
The kiss broke. Panting slightly, Ty Lee let her head drop a little; she didn't release Azula's shirt. She could feel the prisoner's fingers caressing the back of her neck. Ty Lee wasn't really sure what had just happened, but she knew it had changed everything. Slowly, almost timidly, she raised her eyes to meet Azula's. The former princess was watching her quietly. Something like amusement glinted in the depths of those amber orbs. “Should I have asked first?”
“N-no.” Ty Lee could barely form the word. With a sudden impulse, she moved upward to kiss the smirking mouth. This second kiss lasted longer than the first. Ty Lee's fist clenched tightly on her handful of the captive's tunic, and she could feel Azula's hands roaming down her own back. She gasped into Azula's mouth as she felt warm fingers moving beneath her shirt and sliding over bare skin. Heat shot out from the prisoner's touch – heat, and desire. Ty Lee pulled out of the kiss and moved down to suck on the soft skin of Azula's neck.
A shivering sigh broke from Azula's mouth. She pressed herself harder against the bars, rocking her head back to give Ty Lee better access. At the same time, she pushed her hand farther underneath the acrobat's shirt, skimming up the muscular abdomen and grazing the bottom of the girl's breasts. Ty Lee groaned, kissing and sucking gently at Azula's throat. Her own hands groped up the prisoner's back. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you, Azula...”
At this, Azula suddenly tore herself away. She was shaking visibly as she scrambled back against the far wall. The two girls stared at each other in bewildered silence for a few moments; both were breathless. “We can't,” Azula gasped finally. “I'm...I'm a p-prisoner. The scandal would destroy you, Ty Lee. We can't...”
Ty Lee laughed. “Scandal? You really think I care about that?” She gripped the bars. “I love you, Azula. I want you. Don't you...?”
Azula turned her face away, but Ty Lee still saw the blush darkening her cheeks. “Of course. But that's...that's not the point.” She shrugged one shoulder, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. “Besides, I'm in a cage. We can't exactly...well, you know.”
“Leave that to me.” The acrobat shot her a mischievous smile. “I'll be right back. Hold on to that thought, 'kay?” And she bounced up, heading for the door. In a few minutes she returned with a key and opened the cage door. Then she turned back to look at Azula. The prisoner stared at her with her mouth hanging slightly open. “See? Told you I'd take care of it. Amazing what guards will let you do for a kiss.” Ty Lee giggled as she knelt down beside her. “Now,” she said coyly, brushing her fingers up Azula's arm, “where were we?”
Azula didn't say anything at first. She turned to face Ty Lee, rising up on her knees, and reached out to lightly grasp the acrobat's arms. Ty Lee could feel Azula's hands trembling. “Are you sure, Ty Lee?” she asked softly. “Are you sure?”
Without a word, the acrobat put her arms around Azula's slim waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. The fire only took a moment or two to rekindle. Then they were clutching at each other, exploring each others' mouths in a haze of desire. Azula made the first real move; she slid her hands up underneath the back of Ty Lee's shirt and began to unfasten the girl's breast bindings. Ty Lee groaned as she felt them loosen, all but devouring the prisoner's mouth. A few shifts and a sudden tug, and Ty Lee was naked to the waist. It was incredibly freeing. With fresh abandon, Ty Lee nearly tackled Azula to the ground, thrusting her own hands beneath rough fabric. She heard Azula utter a low moan as she pulled the tunic off her.
Her attention was arrested by Azula's breasts. In the cool, blue light of the moon, they looked almost impossibly pale and cold, with the darker aureoles and nipples crowning their peaks. Ty Lee couldn't resist. She bent over Azula's chest, cupping a breast in each hand and gently massaging them. They felt soft and warm in her palms. Ty Lee bent lower and placed a tender kiss on one dark nipple. Azula gasped at the sensation, her head falling back; Ty Lee felt the prisoner's hands tangle into her hair and pull her face down. She yielded to the pull, taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking firmly. Azula whimpered in pleasure.
After a minute or two of this, the captive drew her own hands down Ty Lee's sides to hold the acrobat's ample breasts. A delicious tingling rippled out from Azula's touch – a whimpering cry burst unbidden from Ty Lee's mouth. Azula's breast fell from her lips; she ducked her head down to recover the nipple, groaning softly as Azula's fingers rubbed at her own. She suckled for a while longer, still squirming with pleasure at the prisoner's touch. Then she felt Azula's left hand leave her breast and slide down her back instead. It hooked under the waistband of her loose pants. Ty Lee tensed, suddenly feeling uneasy. Azula stopped. “It's okay,” she whispered, pulling Ty Lee up and kissing her gently on the lips. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” Ty Lee's voice was breathless. “I just...I've never gone this far before.”
“Neither have I,” Azula admitted, blushing a little. “But I want to.” She kissed the acrobat again, nipping her lower lip lightly. “Just...let's just relax. We don't have to rush anything.”
“Okay.” The two girls held each other quietly. Ty Lee rested her head between Azula's soft breasts, listening to the slow throb of her heartbeat. Her heart swelled with joy until she thought it would burst. She'd dreamed of being able to do this, but had never really thought it would happen. Smiling, Ty Lee raised her head after a while and began to lay small kisses on Azula's right breast. “I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing warm skin.
“Mm.” Azula's eyes were half-lidded. She sighed in obvious pleasure as the acrobat softly kissed around her nipple. “That feels good, Ty Lee.”
“How about this?” Ty Lee lashed her tongue out, flicking over the sensitive nub of flesh. Azula gasped, flinching. The acrobat giggled quietly and began to suck again, swirling her tongue over the nipple. Azula's skin tasted good – faintly sweet, a bit like weak tea. She sighed with enjoyment, bringing her hands up to gently squeeze the breast at which she was suckling.
Azula's hands began to caress Ty Lee's back and shoulders. It felt nice. Ty Lee increased her attentions to the breast in her mouth, and heard Azula moan. The hands slid down Ty Lee's back, pushing underneath her waistband again. This time she merely lifted her hips a little so that Azula could pull the loose pants down. A kick or two, and the garment was gone. Ty Lee released the breast and moved up to suck at Azula's throat again, whispering her name. Azula rested one hand on the small of her back. With the other, she began to tug at the ties that held the acrobat's braid. Soon Ty Lee's hair spilled loosely over Azula's chest. Ty Lee pushed upward to capture Azula's lips with her own.
Now Azula's hands were sliding along the waist of Ty Lee's underwear. The acrobat broke the kiss and laid her head against Azula's neck, panting softly, as she felt the last shred of her clothing peeling away. She felt suddenly vulnerable, and shivered. Azula lightly kissed and nibbled at her earlobe. The fear faded. Ty Lee boldly caught at her lover's prison trousers, pulling them down. She felt Azula's body tense beneath her. Ty Lee laid soft kisses along the girl's jawline until she felt her relax again; then she drew off the rest of Azula's clothes.
She was inexperienced, but Ty Lee knew her own body, and could guess what she was supposed to do. She rested her hands on Azula's hips, even as their mouths wrestled for dominance. Then she slid her right hand lower, snaking it around to the inside of the girl's thighs. Azula's back arched a little, and she whimpered into the kiss. That was all the encouragement Ty Lee needed. Gently, she cupped the heated flesh between Azula's legs, and slid her fingers between the soft nether lips.
“Oh!” Azula's head fell back, and her eyes slid shut. Ty Lee felt the girl's back arch as she explored the tender folds between her thighs. Her fingertips slid easily over the smooth, wet skin. Curiosity won out. Ty Lee moved down Azula's body, pausing every now and then to kiss or lick at the white flesh, until she was lying between the girl's parted legs, her face inches away from the prize that lay between them. Curiously, Ty Lee continued her explorations with her fingers. She parted the outer lips with her left hand, exposing the dark pink inner folds, then gently ran her forefinger up and down the heated skin, touching and caressing. Azula began to moan. Glancing up, Ty Lee saw that the girl's eyes were still closed. Even in the dim light, she could see that Azula's cheeks were flushed.
Encouraged, Ty Lee turned back to her investigations. She stroked the patch of dark hair that lay above Azula's core. It felt soft and velvety under her palm. On impulse, Ty Lee lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against it. Azula's musky, feminine scent filled her nostrils; it was strange, but Ty Lee decided that she liked it. She'd heard stories in the circus about what she was about to do – she hoped that Azula wouldn't mind. Spreading her lover open with the pads of her fingers, Ty Lee bent lower and applied her tongue.
“Ahh...oooh!” The prisoner's hips began to buck. Ty Lee frowned a little, then used her hands to hold Azula still. She tasted her again, running the tip of her tongue over the wet folds as she had done with her fingers before. The taste was odd – sweet and strong. It reminded her of sake, for some reason. It was definitely not unpleasant. She licked her way back down, then dipped her tongue into Azula's slick entrance, and was rewarded by fresh gasps of pleasure. Ty Lee pushed her tongue in as far as it would go, wriggling and swirling it as she explored. Then she withdrew. She heard Azula whimper in frustration. Smiling impishly, she flicked the tip of her tongue lightly at the area a few times. Azula gasped and groaned, thrusting her hips upward to try and force herself against Ty Lee's face.
Pushing Azula back down, Ty Lee again stroked the downy patch of pubic hair a few times. Then she drew her finger down the length of the moist slit. Without warning, she suddenly pushed it into Azula's tight channel – the prisoner moaned. Ty Lee added a second finger and began a slow, back and forth motion. Azula began to pant softly. For a few minutes, Ty Lee continued to thrust gently, wriggling her fingers every now and then to wring a soft groan from Azula's lips. Then she bent her head down and applied her tongue. Azula's moans grew louder. Licking her way slowly up the heated flesh, Ty Le suddenly pulled it into her mouth. She drew the hard nub from its hood and sucked it gently, timing the motions of her sucking mouth with the thrusting of her fingers.
Azula was shivering and squirming underneath Ty Lee, her breath coming in rapid pants. Ty Lee thought that she must be getting close. She sucked harder and moved her fingers faster. With a high-pitched whimper, Azula suddenly clenched her thighs around Ty Lee's head; her slick channel spasmed around Ty Lee's fingers. The acrobat felt her lover's body twitch in release. At last, Azula fell back onto the floor of the cage, panting for breath.
Ty Lee was pleased. She wiped her mouth and crawled up so that she could take Azula into her arms again, placing feather-light kisses over the girl's porcelain cheeks. Azula murmured, looking up at her through eyes half-closed in bliss. “That was...really good.” The prisoner brought her hands up to cup Ty Lee's face. “I think it's your turn.”
“Okay.” Ty Lee smiled as Azula's tongue flicked up her neck. She giggled when Azula licked playfully at her ear. “'Zula, that tickles!”
“Let's try this, then,” the prisoner said breathily, lowering her mouth to Ty Lee's neck. The acrobat sighed happily, rocking her head back as her lover sucked at the smooth skin beneath her ear. Azula bit her then, lightly, her teeth scraping against flesh. Ty Lee felt her breathing hitch. Azula's mouth moved lower, placing gentle nips all along the side of her neck, then down the curve of her shoulder. When she reached her collarbone, she ran her tongue along the defined line, licking and biting.
It felt so good. The acrobat shivered in anticipation as Azula left the ridge of bone and moved lower still, until she could feel her breath against the sensitive skin of her breasts. Then Azula's hot mouth was on her left breast, biting the top of it, just beneath Ty Lee's shoulder. Ty Lee gasped, flinching at the little burst of pleasure and pain. Azula went lower, sinking her teeth lightly into the base of the breast. Then she moved higher again – her face hovered over Ty Lee's chest for a strained moment. Then it descended again. Ty Lee yelped softly as pearly white teeth bit mercilessly at her nipple.
The tormenting mouth moved again, biting the outer edge of her right breast. Ty Lee thrust herself against Azula's body, moaning. Again the teeth sank into her flesh, this time marking her right aureole and making her jump. Tears of pain came to her eyes. “Azula, please,” she whimpered softly. Azula looked up at her with dark intensity for a moment before lowering her head again. She gently kissed the spot she had just bitten, lightly rubbing and spinning the nipple between her fingers. Ty Lee shivered with pleasure, closing her eyes. The tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as Azula laid warm kisses around the abused aureole.
Now Azula was moving lower again, still nipping at Ty Lee's flesh every now and then. The acrobat felt herself gasping and writhing under her lover's touch. Azula's mouth bit at the skin beneath her navel, then lower still – sharp teeth scraped along Ty Lee's pubic bone. Then Ty Lee felt her thighs being parted, and Azula's breath washed over the sensitive flesh between them.
Fear flooded Ty Lee, and she squirmed, bursting into tears. She had visions of Azula biting her down there – she sobbed and groped for the black head that hovered between her legs. “No. Azula, don't. Please...”
“Shh.” Azula stroked Ty Lee's smooth thighs soothingly. “It's okay.”
“Don't bite me,” Ty Lee whimpered. “Please don't.”
“Relax.” Azula smiled gravely up at her. Then she ducked her head down. Ty Lee arched and cried out softly as her lover's mouth slid up her slick flesh. Azula's tongue teased the sensitive little nub at the tip of Ty Lee's slit; the acrobat felt pleasure shoot through her body like electric shocks. Then Azula sucked hard.
Ty Lee lay moaning and gasping, her eyes on her lover. She could see Azula's cheeks hollowing with the suction; her amber eyes, hooded with lust, had an almost predatory gleam. The sensations shooting through Ty Lee's groin were almost overwhelming. She let her head fall back, her hands kneading at the ground beneath her. “Az-Azula,” she gasped out. “Ah...hah...d-don't stop!” A low chuckle was Azula's only response.
A hard knot was forming low in Ty Lee's belly. The tension and pressure was building with every motion of Azula's lips and tongue. Her body began to arch involuntarily – heat flooded her, and she could feel her face flushing. “I'm...I...Azula...!” And suddenly the pleasure exploded, sending waves of red-hot ecstasy shooting through her. Ty Lee could feel herself twitching and crying out in the wake of it – she wondered, hazily, if she could be dying. Azula took her mouth from Ty Lee's clit, licking it gently as the acrobat shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm.
For some time afterward, the two girls lay in each others' arms, resting. Ty Lee pressed her head into Azula's warm shoulder, playing her fingers lightly over the girl's baby-soft throat. She could feel Azula's hand gently stroking her back. A contented sigh expanded her ribs. “I love you, 'Zula,” she whispered.