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It was obvious, as well as quite mutual, from the moment they had first lain eyes on one another. Sokka, yet again finding himself powerless to resist sweet smiles, fluttering lashes, and supple curves- the temptation that is Ty Lee- sneaks off to meet her for the umpteenth time. After having quietly slipped away from camp, he veers north... disappearing into the woods, he calls out for her.

"Come and play, cutie..."

Entranced by the call of her teasing laughter, he answers; she allows herself to be caught.

Strong arms surrounding her petite frame within their tight embrace, the water tribesman whispers, "I missed you."

Then his mouth is on hers, sloppily devouring those pretty lips. Eager hands set to work on clothing and in an instant, the acrobat is flat on her back atop the soft, dewy grass. She pants impatiently as he peppers kisses along her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbone. He chuckles lightheartedly, eliciting this twisting, tightening sensation in her abdomen to which she welcomes.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asks.

"Yes," she whimpers, parting her thighs.

Sokka is quick to give Ty Lee what she wants, pushing inside her with one fluid motion. All that can be heard are the satisfied grunts and groans, resonating throughout the clear, crisp evening of early spring. As he feels her inner walls begin to clench around him, signaling her climax, he too lets go. No more words are spoken past this point. The two share a short embrace, proceeding to re-dress in silence before returning to their respective groups... both already longing for the other's company during seemingly endless (and lonely) return journeys.

"I hear you are quite good at what you do, assuming my sources are correct. You managed to locate the Avatar once before while under contract with my son...quite the remarkable feat for a common mercenary," says the Fire Lord, perched upon his throne while cradling an ornate chest.

"Your highness, I am the best at what I do. Now, may we discuss my payment?"

She makes no exceptions for royalty. She has to see the money first.

"One thousand gold pieces," Lord Ozai offers, lifting the lid to reveal gleaming golden coins.

Though squealing with delight on the inside at the sight of it, June manages to maintain her self-assured demeanor and steps forward with caution. His gaze meets hers in a blaze of molten ochre, not unlike the highly coveted metal promised for her services. She plucks out a single piece and examines it with careful scrutiny. After all, she must be certain she is indeed going to be paid with real money. Upon decided she is not about to be ripped off, she allows the coin to slip through her fingers and it lands amongst the others with an audible clink.

"Deal," she agrees, leaning forward in order to curl her fingers around her prize.

Unrelenting, Ozai tightens his hold. So...her highest profile client to date is not going to pay upfront. June abhors this, but it is a lot of money, much more than she usually receives. Then again, he is only a man; Surely not impervious to a woman's charm...he can be reasoned with.

"You won't be paying in advance, then? Suppose you were to part with half?" she suggests.

"I don't think so," he snarls.

There is a unique satisfaction for him in watching her gentle features contort into a harsh scowl. She moves closer, craning in the manner of a serpent. He merely smirks, painfully proud and arrogant. The Fire Lord is a handsome man, she must admit...the combination of chiseled cheekbones, angular brows, and alabaster skin make her weak in the knees. She certainly is not going to mind making advances toward him, nor would she mind having him return said advances. Lust begins to overwhelm all senses, and there's a painfully sharp intake of breath along with the familiar tightening in her abdomen.

"Perhaps, his majesty would be kind enough to reconsider..." she persists.

"You will receive due compensation after apprehending the Avatar. Is this, in any way, unclear?" he replies, amusement evident in his expression as he curls the length of a neatly groomed goatee around his index finger.

"Are you prepared to tempt me with an...incentive?" June asks, cocking her hip provocatively.

Indeed she is to be desired, he decides, after giving the much younger woman a not-so-subtle once over. While his hungry eyes rake the planes and peaks of a lithe figure, he thinks of how she would undoubtedly appear most desirable being pleasured to the point of exhaustion.

"Slippery little minx, aren't you? Such insolence," he scolds.

"Just how, may I ask, is an insolent lady punished in the Fire Nation?"

Ozai sets the coffer down at his right then rises from his seated position below the brazen bounty hunter, towering over her by nearly a head whilst standing straight. Slowly distancing herself from his imposing presence in response, the sound of high-heeled boots clicking against marble resonates within the vast chamber. When her back unexpectedly makes contact with a nearby pillar, her heart thrums with a mixture of unease and excitement.

"I say it matters not, because you are no lady," he rasps, cupping her chin with more strength than is needed.

"Then...what exactly do you plan to do with me, Fire Lord Ozai?" she purrs, lightly tracing her fingernails along his rigid jawline.

"Miss June...it is a great crime to lay hands on the Fire Lord without his express permission."

He chuckles darkly as he snatches her wrists and presses his muscular frame into her delicate one, pinning her in place against the stone column.

"I suppose you have no choice other than to punish such an indiscretion."

"You will find that I can be most merciful when appeased with certain...indulgences."

Strong hands settle around her waist, so small they envelop it almost entirely. Then she's straining, leaning her head back as she stands on her toes and his mouth seeks to devour hers. She parts her lips, granting a demanding tongue unrestrained access. As they kiss heatedly, June slides the straps from her shoulders, unveiling a gloriously bare chest. Ozai cups her breasts, finding they fit within his grasp as though they were made to, and kneads them roughly while nipping at her wonderfully inviting neck in hopes to leave the white skin bruised. She welcomes his bold touch, rubbing herself against it wantonly as her palm ghosts over his groin. The most powerful man in the world bucks his pelvis outward and pants impatiently for her.

"Mmmm...How bad do you want it?" June demands, gripping an impressive erection through his robes.

She would absolutely relish making Fire Lord Ozai beg, but he only groans and bites down on his bottom lip. He knows what she wants, and is not keen on stroking the ego of a low-born, Earth Kingdom wench...even considering he had not enjoyed the company of such a beautiful woman since his wife.

"Do not tease me," he warns, pinching and rolling her nipples between his skilled fingers.

"I can make you beg. You'll see...smug bast-," she is cut off by her own involuntary cry when he pulls her to the floor with a forceful yank of her long, silken raven hair.

"Impudent peasant...I am going to fuck you so hard," he growls, pushing her onto her stomach, "you'll be limping for days."

The air is humid with their hot, heavy breaths. Shivers of anticipation surge through her every muscle while she listens to fabric rustling as the Fire Lord attends to his clothing. Soon her dress is bunched up around her waist, then he's tugging at her leggings, at her panties. Settling in between her thighs while pushing them apart, Ozai sinks on top of June and breeches her slick entrance, shoving inside. That evening, he claims her over and again.

Admittedly he is ashamed; the son of Fire Lord Ozai, en route to Ba Sing Se via ferry like some filthy wanderer. He has no desire to live there for any amount of time, but Uncle insisted...regrettably he is most likely correct. As enemies of the Earth Kingdom and fugitives of the Fire Nation, it is prudent to blend in and take care not to risk drawing any unnecessary attention to themselves.

From the edge of the boat, he looks out at the nighttime waters. The sea is generously bathed in moonlight, allowing a clear view of gentle waves rolling with the current. Zuko hears someone approach from behind, and swiftly turns to be met with a familiar, smirking face- Jet. They had made his acquaintance a few hours ago, and the young prince finds him tolerable enough to be around. He had even helped his group steal some decent food for the refugees.

"Hey," Jet says, leaning against the railing next to him.

Prince Zuko shifts uncomfortably, as he does not like his personal space violated. The other boy does have an annoying habit of standing too close for comfort, seemingly unintentionally.

"Hello," he replies, gaze downcast.

The rebel takes this opportunity to stare at him for a moment.

"You know...you sure are handsome, Lee."

"What!?"

"I said you're handsome," Jet clarifies, smiling reassuringly.

"Um...thanks. I guess," Zuko mumbles.

"Listen...do you have a girlfriend?"

Why would he care if he had a girlfriend? Why would he say he was handsome? No one aside from Uncle had ever referred to him as handsome before. Zuko takes a subtle side step in an attempt to put some distance between himself and the strange boy.

"I mean, we could work around that if..."

"What are you talking about?"

"You do have a girlfriend, don't you?"

"No, I do not have a girlfriend, but-"

"Boyfriend?"

"Spirits! No!"

What would make anyone think he was funny? He can just hear his sister's laughter now, the memory ringing in his ears causes him to furrow his brows and clench his teeth together. She is something he does not miss about his home.

"Do you want one?" Jet offers, hot breath tickling his neck as he moves in closer.

Zuko screams and backs away like a frightened animal in response.

"Wait! I thought...aw, don't be nervous," he urges, approaching once more.

"No!"

The prince most certainly does not expect for Jet to give his behind a hard smack.

"Get away from me!" exclaims Zuko, shoving the other boy then unsheathing his broadswords in full preparation to defend his rear end from any more lecherous groping.

"It's okay, Lee! I was where you were a year ago."

"Don't ever come near me again, you freak!"

With that, he takes off to hide for the remainder of the increasingly unpleasant trip, leaving Jet to sulk on the deck.

"What a tease."

Today, it was Katara's turn for 'a little field trip with Zuko' as Aang called it. Zuko and Katara were hunting down the man who killed her mother. Zuko said he knew it was the Southern Raiders, and he knew where to find this man.

For as much as Katara didn't trust him when he first joined the group, she found herself daring to believe in him. They'd really opened up to each other today. It reminded her of the time back in Ba Sing Se. She remembered Zuko really was a human being with feelings. She'd seen his sensitive side today. He was passionate, courageous, and charismatic. Those were things about him that many people missed.

"You know, I appreciate this, Zuko." Katara admitted.

Zuko raised an eyebrow. He wasn't used to her being nice to him.

"Really?" he questioned.

Katara nodded her head.

"Does this mean you don't hate me anymore?" he asked, smirking.

Katara took a deep, calming breath before speaking.

"I don't hate you Zuko. I just couldn't fully trust you, and maybe I did dislike you at first. But, I saw a side of you that I really like today." she admitted, hardly believing the words that were coming out of her own mouth.

"Thanks, it means a lot. I thought you'd hate me forever." Zuko said, moving to sit next to her.

She gave a warm smile. As they kept flying on Appa, there was silence for several minutes as they looked down at the brilliant, blue ocean. Yellow and orange sparkles danced on the water. The sun was setting.

"Wow. That's pretty." Zuko said.

"It really is." agreed Katara.

Oddly enough, it felt as though she hadn't seen a sunset in ages. She looked over at Zuko. His pale skin glowed. His eyes shone like two gold coins. And his hair blew in the slight breeze. Katara realized that he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. She had sort of overlooked this before. Zuko's gaze shifted to Katara. Her smooth, tan skin was radiant in the sunset. She wore a kind smile. And her eyes were the same blue he saw in the ocean. He had never paid much attention to the way she looked before.

Without really thinking, they leaned in as though they were being attracted to each other by some invisible magnet. They shared a long, passionate kiss. One that they would never speak of again, and would never admit that they enjoyed.

They slip away unnoticed from the Fire Lord's wedding reception and stumble inside lavish, unoccupied private chambers then into an immaculately made bed. Perhaps the pair has indulged in a bit too much rice wine, as evidenced by searing hot skin and apparent lack of inhibitions. He is on top of her, effortlessly running his fingers through soft, sleek hair as a surprisingly demanding tongue pushes past her lips. Unpracticed hands begin to maneuver clothing.

"Do you want me to stop, Katara?"

"No. No. I want to be with you. Don't stop."

This has to be a dream and Aang never wants to wake up. Finally surrendering to the desires that had been building up inside far too long, the room resonates with other sounds before impassioned moans of pleasure; laughter, the occasional grunt of discomfort. At first it's awkward...then their motions become fluid, more natural. Before long, it's intoxicating.

"I love you," she whispers.

"And I love you," he answers.

Sokka chased after Princess Yue through the snow and ice of the North Pole. She'd stormed off crying after the fight between Katara and Pakku. She stopped running at the bridge she'd asked Sokka to meet her at the other night. The night she'd ditched him and said she 'made a mistake.'

"What do you want from me?" she asked, breathlessly with tears running down her pretty face.

"Nothing...I just want you to know...I think you're beautiful. And I never thought a girl like you would even notice a guy like me." Sokka admitted.

"You don't understand." she said quietly, rubbing her eyes.

"No, no, see, that's the thing. I think I do understand now. You're a princess and I...I'm just a southern peasant." he said, sounding disappointed, but accepting.

"No, Sokka..." she said, desperately.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I'll see ya around, okay." he said, making a move to walk away.

But then, she grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Okay now I'm really confused. Happy, but confused." he said, utterly puzzled.

"I do like you! A lot. But we can't be together, and not for the reason you think! It's because...I'm engaged. I'm sorry." she said teary-eyed, pulling down the front of her coat to reveal her betrothal necklace.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have guessed a beautiful girl like you was already taken." he said, trying to blink back tears.

Yue smiled.

"Not by choice." she told him.

"You mean it's an arranged marriage?" Sokka asked.

She nodded her head and leaned over the bridge to look at the water.

"You don't love him, do you? You even like him?" he asked.

"No. But I love my people. So, I have to. My father expects it. Maybe some day I'll grow to like the guy, but I'll never love him." she explained.

"Why is that?" Sokka asked her.

Yue took a deep breath.

"Because I think I love you." Yue replied, turning away.

She didn't expect him to feel the same way after such a short time, but she wanted him to know regardless. Sokka smiled and took her hands in his.

"I think I love you." he said, teasingly repeating what she said.

But she knew he meant it. They both leaned in and shared another kiss.

"It sure is cold. Can we get warmer some place?" Yue asked, sweetly.

Sokka felt a pang of desire. He hoped he was right about what he thought she meant.

"Uh...yeah." he said, nervously.

She giggled. Sokka took her arm, and started leading her away. They talked the whole way. Yue said she wasn't ready to be married because she was too young. And she admitted that she really didn't like him, Hahn was his name, and she'd never marry him on her own accord. She also said she hoped they didn't have children together because they wouldn't be conceived out of love. Sokka understood. He wouldn't want to be forced to marry somebody either. He wished he could just run off with Yue and live happily ever after, but they both knew the world wasn't that simple. Life isn't a fairytale.

Before they knew it, they were at the cozy tent that Sokka, Aang, and Katara were staying in. Animal skin pelts were all over it, and there was a fire burning. Sokka knew Aang and Katara would be busy with their training for a while. So he figured he could squeeze in some alone time with Yue without being interrupted.

The two of them didn't waste any more time talking. In seconds, they were on the floor, kissing as though they'd been lovers for many years. Soon after, they'd both pulled off their outer jackets and began running their hands all over each other. Sokka kissed Yue's neck, and began inching her dress off her shoulders. Then, he kissed along her collarbone and she gave small moans in response.

Yue quickly removed Sokka's shirt, and found herself staring at his slim, toned body.

"I work out." he bragged.

She laughed, and then gently traced her fingers over his abs. Sokka's mouth went back to her neck, and now his kisses grew more heated. He moved her dress up her legs, and rested his hands on her thighs. They were warm and soft.

"Are you sure about this?" Sokka asked, wanting to show that he respected her.

"Yes. But you see, I'm a virgin because it was forced on me to wait until marriage." Yue started to explain.

"Don't worry about it. I'm a virgin too." Sokka admitted, slightly embarrassed.

Yue smirked. That made her feel a little better.

"But I've decided I need to make some decisions for myself. I want to give it to someone that I choose. Someone that I care about. Not someone that I'm being forced to marry." she said, looking very sure of her words.

Yue started pulling off the rest of Sokka's clothes, and he did the same to hers. He took in the sight of her beautiful body. She had lush curves and flawless skin. Her blue eyes glowed like two orbs of fire. He thought she was the most lovely girl he'd ever seen. He kissed his way down her neck and her chest, as he slowly and gently pushed her legs apart. She smiled at the feeling of his mouth on her, and rested her hands on his neck that was glistening with sweat.

"Are you ready?" Sokka asked.

Yue nodded her head. Then she arched her back to give him a better angle. He pushed into her as softly as he could, making sure she was as relaxed as possible so it wouldn't hurt her too bad. At first she gave a look of discomfort because of the pain, then she adjusted to him. And she started to feel the pleasure. Sokka gave thrust after thrust, loving the sound of her breathy moans and sighs. She wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips indicating that he didn't have to be so gentle. To them, this was ecstasy in its purest form.

But they took great displeasure in the fact that they could never be together.

The leader of the Freedom Fighters makes his way to a tent where a few of his scouts were keeping a girl they had stumbled upon earlier. Jet has not yet had the opportunity to speak with her but sees fit to hold an interrogation, as the possibility looms that she may be a potential threat. Of course if he determines that she is not dangerous, he has full intentions of releasing said captive.

Strolling across a makeshift bridge, he inhales sharply, relishing in the crisp, slightly humid air of the rainy season. He hopes he can get this tedious business over with quickly, as there are certainly better things to concern himself with than one lousy trespasser...At least, that's what he thinks until he actually sees her.

Such a pretty girl restrained and completely at his mercy is a welcome sight. Impure thoughts of certain liberties he would like to take with her begin to butt his senses. He is hardly to blame, he supposes, as she is indeed quite the beauty; all high cheekbones, pale skin, and a spill of long, sable hair. Still, he is wary of the fact that appearances can be deceiving. Countless spies and assassins are desirable young women. The fact that she seems utterly indifferent toward the situation, not even acknowledging his presence, is somewhat unnerving. Those lovely, light gold eyes are cold and unreadable.

"Getting straight to the point, you have been caught trespassing and I ask the questions. First, I will need to know your name."

She rolls her eyes and sighs heavily in response.

"If you refuse to cooperate, I can find someone else to handle this interrogation and you are not going to like him," Jet warns.

"All right, all right. My name is Mai."

"That's better. Tell me, Mai...where are you from and what exactly were you were doing sneaking around in our woods?"

Once more, she sighs dramatically. Much to his annoyance, he does not receive immediate answers.

"You should really show me some more respect. Unless, of course, you actually want to meet a not-so-friendly member of our group as I suggested earlier..."

"Regrettably, that will not be necessary. I'm a traveler, from the Fire Nation. I was just passing through until your freakish friends ambushed me. What do you mean this your woods anyway? I sincerely doubt that a band of thugs can claim legal ownership over it," she retorts.

"This is my woods because I live here and I said so. No Fire Nation citizen is welcome to set foot in it either!"

"Who can argue with that logic," she counters, sarcasm evident in her tone.

"Are you a firebender?" Jet demands.

Mai rolls her eyes yet again, which he finds unbearably irritating at this point.

"Let's think, okay? I realize it must be hard for you, but really give it a try. If I were a firebender, would I not have burned these ropes and escaped already?"

For as much as this girl infuriates him, he supposes she has made a fair point. It certainly was not imperative for her to be so insufferably smug about it though.

"Yes. I suppose that would make sense," he admits, begrudgingly.

A sly smirk allows just the slightest hint of emotion through that stoic facade. This, he finds, is preferable to scathing insults and exasperated sighs.

"My men said you made no attempts to defend yourself. Why is that?"

"I was not in immediate danger."

"If you had been?"

"Shuriken Jutsu."

"I fight with hook swords myself."

"Hook swords?"

"You show me yours, I'll show you mine," Jet suggests, raising an eyebrow as he admires her figure.

"Fair enough, but you would have to untie me."

"Actually, I like you just fine tied up...because I was not talking about weapons," he elaborates.

"Funny, you don't really strike me as the type," she says, amusement livening her features.

"You definitely struck me as the bondage type."

Mai gives Jet a quick once-over. He will do nicely.

"Come closer...I bite," she purrs.

It was a sunny, unusually hot day at the Western Air Temple where Aang and his friends had been hiding out. Sokka was sleeping, of course. Zuko and Katara were busy arguing like they always did. And poor Suki was unsuccessful at calming them down. Toph, however was nowhere in sight. Aang assumed she'd gone to look around the temple or perhaps work on some earthbending.

Since it was so hot, Aang went to look for a little stream that he saw when he was walking the other day. He figured a dip would cool him off. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and drug his feet that were burning up. Soon enough, he heard the rushing water. He took his shoes off, and was about to start taking off his clothes until he heard footsteps followed by splashes in the water. Someone was already there. He darted behind some tall weeds that were nearby. He didn't know who it could be.

After about a minute, he moved a few weeds aside to take a peek. He was relieved to see that it was only Toph. Toph! He did a double take. There she was. With no clothes on. She was standing in the clear water that was only up to her thighs.

She splashed the cold water all over herself, making goosebumps appear on her skin. Aang too got goosebumps when he took a good look at her. She had a slender body that was just beginning to take the shape of a woman. His eyes traveled from her tiny, curved hips, to her flat stomach, to her small, perky breasts.

Aang blushed, and suddenly his pants felt tighter. He'd never seen a naked girl before. Then, Toph started to get out. Aang panicked and crouched behind the weeds. He waited around for a moment, then he stood up. It seemed as though the coast was clear.

"Nice of you to drop by, twinkletoes." said Toph.

Aang stared. She still hadn't put clothes on.

"S-sorry, Toph." he mumbled.

"Next time you can just ask me if I want some company." she stated simply.

Aang let out a sigh of relief. Good thing she wasn't angry. And she'd said 'next time'! Had she wanted him to see her?

"Remember, I see with my feet. I knew you were there the whole time." she replied, then she picked up her clothes and wandered off.

Zuko, his uncle, and June, the bounty hunter they'd hired to capture the Avatar, were headed back to Zuko's ship after yet another failure. Zuko was more than pissed. Not only did they fail at capturing the Avatar, but he still had to pay that greedy June the money they'd promised. Even though the kid got away, June had technically done her end of the bargain. All he told her do was find him. So uncle insisted they had to pay her.

They arrived at the ship, and Zuko was so angry he didn't give the crew an order because he didn't even want to look at them. Their very presence irritated him at the moment

Zuko took June into his quarters where he had the money hidden away under his bed, which she took a seat on without asking. How annoying! But truthfully The Prince had been appalled by her manners ever since he'd met her, so her behavior didn't surprise him. She cursed. She spit. She smoked. She drank. Just like any other low class Earth Kingdom citizen.

"Here." he said, pulling several sacks of gold from under the bed.

Uncle Iroh's weight in gold! How ridiculous!

"Thanks, sweetie." she said, opening one of the bags to admire the gold.

Zuko sighed. He didn't understand why she couldn't just leave now. She had her money, and he didn't want any company.

"You can leave now. The deal we set is done." he stated.

"What's the rush? Let's talk a while. I don't bite. Unless you're into that." June said, seductively.

"Why do you care what I'm into? Leave me alone." Zuko said, turning his back to her.

"Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are? That's why I care." she purred.

"Handsome?" he questioned, as if June were joking.

"Mhm." she replied, now laying down.

Zuko turned around to look at her. She sounded as though she meant it. This was a big deal to him because he didn't often have the chance to enjoy the company of girls. Though June was a full grown woman, not a girl. Even better.

Now the teenaged prince took this opportunity to stare. June was beautiful, he had to admit. With her jet black hair, her plump, red lips, her bedroom eyes. And her body was just as impressive. He could clearly make it out because her clothes were very tight. It was no wonder uncle had taken such in interest in June. She was a knockout! He had been too preoccupied to notice. Zuko sat on the edge of the bed. He gulped nervously when June got up and rested her head on his shoulder.

"How old are you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Eighteen." he lied, as he didn't want her thinking he was too young to consider.

"You don't look a day over sixteen to me." she replied, slyly.

"I am sixteen." he admitted.

"Thought so. Tell me, Prince Zuko. Have you ever had a woman in your bed before?" she asked, hoping the answer was no.

June loved the older, experienced men. Though she also had a weakness for the young, fresh ones. She thought about how long it had been since she had an unspoiled, handsome young man to play with. The answer was that it had been far too long for her liking.

The lower areas of the young prince's body began to stir. He gulped before answering her question.

"No." he admitted, turning his head away because he was embarrassed.

June grabbed his chin and turned his face toward her to lock him in a hot, very passionate kiss. Zuko kissed her back then started ripping off the prince's clothes and he swore he was naked in under a minute. She gawked at his taught, young body.

"Very nice." she said, no part of him going unnoticed by her lusting eyes.

She let him undress her next. He took it slow, savoring the moment. When he was finally done, June laid back once more to let him get a good long look. Zuko memorized every detail of her. He'd never seen a naked woman before. In a second, she was pulling him on top of her, kissing his neck and chest.

"You know you want me." June whispered in his ear, before touching her tongue to it.

She was right. He couldn't deny it. He was more than ready for this. He'd stained his sheets at night many many times dreaming about it. Zuko thrusted into her willing body quite forcefully. June let out a small gasp of pleasure. She just let him go at whatever pace he wanted. Which happened to be hard and fast, much to her liking.

Zuko was panting and groaning, riding her as though they were wild animals. June was pleased with this, and she began to let out loud moans. Zuko was mildly surprised that this wasn't uncomfortable for her. He'd heard that one had to be gentle with women, but June seemed to be enjoying his rough treatment. Then again, the bounty hunter was very far from prissy and fragile like most women. Zuko theorized that he probably couldn't hurt her if he tried.

He came quickly. June was disappointed, but had been expecting it because most virgins did. Zuko let himself fall on top of her after pulling out.

"That was amazing." he stated, still panting.

"Shh, don't talk." June said, pushing a finger to his mouth.

They laid there for several minutes, hearing nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. Finally, it was June who broke the silence.

"Want to have some more fun?" she asked.

"Sure." Zuko responded eagerly.

"Hand me my whip." she requested.

The grueling hundred year war had ended just a few short weeks ago. Tonight there was a grand party going on at the Fire Nation Royal Palace for Zuko and Mai. An engagement party. It seemed everyone was happy but Sokka.

He and Suki had broken up a few days ago. Because Suki decided she was leaving him. Not because she was bored. Not for another man. It was a woman. Named Leila. That was just about the most humiliating thing that ever happened to Sokka. It wasn't exactly common for a woman to dump a man who loves her for another woman that she'd only known for two days. He gave her everything.

Sokka bought Suki flowers, took her out all the time, bought her presents, and even didn't put pressure on her to have sex after she had said she wanted to wait until marriage. He felt he deserved something more than a girlfriend that breaks his heart and runs off with another woman.

So naturally, because of his bad mood, he was sitting at a table by himself, drinking rum and looking out the window at the moon. He saw it as Yue watching over him. More than anything, he wished he could hold her in his arms and keep her forever. For he still loved her. And Suki. He loved two women that were out of his reach. Things couldn't get much worse for Sokka. He'd hit rock bottom.

Much to his dislike, Zuko walked over to his table, locking arms with a woman he didn't recognize. Though she looked eerily familiar. The pair pulled up chairs and sat across from him. Zuko looked as though he was about to burst at the seams with happiness. Sokka couldn't recall ever seeing him like this before.

"Hi, Sokka. I'd like you to meet someone. This is my mother, Ursa." Zuko said, proudly.

Sokka smiled and shook her hand. He noticed that she was very pretty, and also that Zuko and Azula bore a resemblance to her.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Zuko's said a lot of nice things about you." Sokka declared.

"And I've heard a lot about you, Sokka. It's nice that Zuko has such a loyal friend." she said, with a kind smile.

"Well anyway, I brought my mother over to talk to you because you looked upset. And she kind of has this special way of cheering people up." Zuko explained.

Sokka nodded his head and offered a weak smile.

"I'm sure Mai is wondering where you are. Run along, dear." said Ursa, as though she were talking to a child.

Zuko obeyed, and soon he vanished into the large crowd.

"You know, I have to tell you that you're very pretty. You don't look near old enough to be Zuko's mother." Sokka said, putting on his attempt at a charming smile.

"Thank you." she said, blushing a little.

"Hey, um...d-do you want to uh...take a walk, or something..." he mumbled.

Ursa giggled at how nervous he was. It was rather endearing.

"Sounds good. It's such a beautiful night." she responded.

They walked out into the courtyard and came to stand in front of the turtle duck pond. Ursa sat in the grass, and began watching the little turtle ducks. Sokka followed suit.

"I used to be able to just look at them for hours. Cute, aren't they?" Ursa said, her eyes catching a dazzling gleam from the moonlight that was directly above her.

"Yeah." Sokka agreed.

"Ozai and I used to talk here all the time when Zuko and Azula were little. Things were a lot different back then. Life was simple." she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I know what you mean. The war has sure had its effect on our family. I'm just glad that it's all over. And that I'm sitting at this romantic pond with such a pretty lady." Sokka said, smoothly.

"You're flirting with me." Ursa said, with a grin.

"Maybe.." he teased.

They looked straight into each others' eyes and found themselves leaning in for a kiss. But suddenly, they moved apart at the sound of footsteps in the grass.

"Oh, there you guys are! You disappeared on me. We're going to cut the cake. Come on back in." said Zuko, excitedly.

They got up and walked slowly behind Zuko. They stayed far enough back so that he couldn't hear them.

"Come to my room tonight. It's two down from Zuko's." Ursa whispered.

"Yes ma'am." said Sokka, eagerly.

Prince Zuko had managed to sneak into the North Pole undetected. His first stop was to check the royal palace. It was very likely the avatar and his friends had gone there. But when he made his way inside, it was eerily quiet. No guards. No soldiers. He figured they'd all must've gone to fight off the firebenders. He tiptoed down a dark hall and caught sight of a girl sitting on the floor. She was crying.

"Please. Spirit of the ocean. Spirit of the moon. Help us." she whispered.

The girl was obviously royalty. And she was beautiful.

"Hello." Zuko said.

She gasped and stumbled to her feet, shaking with fear.

"Please. Don't hurt me." she whimpered.

The prince slowly approached her. Zuko would never hurt a pretty girl like her. He would ask her about the avatar, then be on his way.

"I won't hurt you." he assured her.

"Wh-who..are you?" she stammered, backing up against a nearby wall.

"That doesn't matter. I mean you no harm. I'm looking for the avatar." Zuko told her, his voice more stern now.

"I don't know where he is. I'm sorry." she insisted.

"You lie." Zuko accused.

He contemplated leaving right at that moment. She wouldn't tell him anything and he had no intention of hurting her.

"No! No. I would never. I'm The Princess." the girl argued.

"What's your name?" he asked, curiously.

"It's Yue." The Princess said.

"You really don't know who I am?" Zuko asked, incredulously.

He had been under the impression that his scar would make him recognized by all no matter how far he traveled.

"No." Yue whispered.

Zuko's gold eyes met Yue's blue ones.

"My name is Zuko. Surely you've heard of me. The banished Fire Nation prince." he clarified, looking down at his feet.

"Oh, yes." she acknowledged.

The young princess surveyed Zuko more closely. She found him to be quite handsome. Her face flushed when he looked back up at her.

"I guess I'll be on my way..." he mumbled, turning to leave.

An irrational part of Yue let desire take control. She took the prince's arm.

"Wait." she told him, as her hands crept up to the sash of her blue silk robe.

After a few tugs, it slid down her body and pooled around her feet. She wore nothing underneath. Zuko was speechless. That was about the last thing he had expected her to do. But he was pleased. Yue looked even better with no clothes on. The sight of her flawless naked body made everything below his waist stir.

"You're beautiful." he said, his voice now raspy.

Yue was surprised at herself. Why had she done that? And why did she like the way his eyes roamed her body?

The prince grabbed her by the waist and kissed her sloppily. His hands began to wander, and stopped at her firm, full breasts. He groped and squeezed eagerly, and moved his thumbs in circular motions on her nipples. His mouth moved to her neck.

For a moment, Yue thought of Sokka. And the passionate, romantic night they had shared. But her thoughts of the brave water tribe warrior quickly vanished when the prince took one of her nipples into his hot hungry mouth. His hand slid between her legs, and quickly found her clit. He stroked it with surprising skill, making Yue moan.

"Make love to me." The Princess panted.

Zuko wasted no time laying her down on the animal skin pelts over the floor. He shed himself of his clothes and armor as fast as he could. Then he began to kiss his way down her flat stomach. Yue tensed up and let out a long, sharp breath.

The Prince gently pushed Yue's shapely legs apart and nestled his head between them. He wanted nothing more than to please her. His fingers prodded her slick entrance, as he circled his tongue on her clit. Yue's moans grew louder due to the intense pleasure Zuko was giving.

"It f-feels...amazing." she whimpered.

Just as she fell over the edge, Zuko slid up her body and positioned himself at her entrance. The princess was panting and shaking, still riding the high from her orgasm.

With a gentle push he was inside her. For a moment, he was still, staring into her captivating eyes that were blue as the ocean. Yue responded by contracting her muscles around his thick member. Zuko's eyes rolled back into his head. She felt amazing around him. He began to thrust into her, slowly at first.

The sound of her strangled moans urged him to increase his pace. Fingernails dug into his back, and he didn't even really notice. Yue pushed her hips forward to meet his thrusts, over and over.

" Oh, Zuko." she purred, in a heated whisper.

After a few minutes, they climaxed together, the forbidden nature of their tryst adding to the pleasure. Their screams echoed through the empty halls of the palace.

"Yue...Yue..." Zuko mumbled, nestling his face into her hair and collapsing on top of her.

Princess Azula sat on the edge of her over sized bed. She could feel the heavy summer humidity floating in the air, and her silk robe sticking to her skin. It was going to be an uncomfortable night for sure.

Her room was lit by nothing but a few candles. The princess wasn't fond of bright light. Her eyes shone beautifully in the glow of the candles, like two orbs of gold. She meticulously ran her brush through her chocolate brown, almost black, hair that cascaded all the way down her back and onto the red, satin bed sheets.

Suddenly, Azula heard footsteps. She stood up then stilled and listened carefully, nearly let out a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was only her father.

"Father." she purred, giving him a respectful bow before taking a seat on the bed and resuming brushing her hair.

"Hello, my little princess." said the Firelord, in an unusually warm tone.

The usually stoic and cold man approached his daughter slowly, and placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. He then took hold of Azula's wrist, very delicately, wary of hurting her. He could of shattered it had he wanted to.

The Firelord took the brush from Azula's hand, and a fistful of her supple hair. His strong hands guided her head to lean her head back, so he could brush that luscious hair for her. Azula found her father's actions to be rather odd. This was something he had never done before.

"So beautiful." Ozai muttered, in a hoarse whisper, as continued to brush.

"Thank you, father." Azula replied, dutifully as ever.

"You are welcome, my dear." Ozai replied, before setting her brush down on the stand by the bed.

He then took hold of Azula's wrists and guided her into a standing position. This was all quite strange to the young princess. Her father rarely showed physical affection.

"You're a woman now, Azula." Ozai said silkily, as his hand trailed down to the golden sash holding her robe closed.

"Father?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowed.

The Firelord had waited years for this moment. He'd had his eyes on his second born for quite some time. He knew that the longer he waited, the better it would be to have her. As she aged, waiting became torture. He could not delay this any longer. She'd grown to be absolutely stunning, just as he knew she would.

His fingers ghosted over his daughter's pouty, red lips. His eyes met hers. For a fraction of a second, he saw helplessness in them. She was obviously uncomfortable. Ozai lightly kissed her pale cheek.

"And a very beautiful woman you are." he told her.

"Thank you." Azula replied, reluctantly accepting another compliment.

She couldn't shake the sinking feeling in her stomach, and her mind screaming that this entire situation was inappropriate. Much too intimate. She didn't like it at all. Nor did she like the look in her father's hungry eyes.

"Lie down." Ozai gently urged, his face alive with amusement.

Azula didn't move a muscle.

"Lie down." he snapped, much more forceful.

She was hesitant, but shuffled over to the bed and did as she was told, not wishing to see her father angry. For it wasn't pleasant. The Firelord flashed a smug grin before making his way over to the bed. He climbed onto it, and on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her.

Azula laid there, stiff as a board with a nervous knot in her stomach. Her heart began to race. She didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life, she was afraid.

"Relax." her father whispered, as his hands went for the sash of her robe once more.

She inhaled sharply, now petrified.

"Father? Father, what are you-" she began, but he cut her off with a kiss.

Not a chaste kiss. Not the kind of kiss a father was supposed to give his daughter. It was the kind of kiss one gave to a lover. Azula resisted. When Ozai broke the kiss, she didn't move. She didn't speak. She looked as though she'd seen a ghost.

With a few tugs to her sash, it loosened. Then the Firelord leaned in and began nipping at the soft, pale skin of the princess's neck as he breathed in her scent. She smelled exotic. Intoxicating. Azula made no effort to stop her father. She was too afraid. But as she just laid there, her skin crawled. She couldn't let him do this. She didn't want him to. The princess began to squirm and whimper.

Ozai ignored this, and his hands then went to open her robe, pleased to find that she wore nothing underneath. Azula shivered in disgust as her father's eyes lustfully roamed her body. He cupped her plump breasts, giving each one several appreciative kisses. When one of his hands traveled downward, it was obvious that the princess had never been touched there before.

Azula was his. All his for the taking. The Firelord had never wanted any other woman more than her. His own flesh and blood. Twisted as it was, he could not lie to himself.

Ozai began undressing, and the princess turned her head away. She took this opportunity to cover herself up with her robe. He lowered his body to press against hers. Azula could feel his heart beat, hear the blood coursing through his veins. The same blood that pumped through hers. His breath was hot and heavy against her porcelain skin. He opened up her robe once more. Azula shuddered.

"You don't want this?" Ozai asked, disappointed, but not surprised.

His young daughter shook her head, as moisture was beginning to collect at the corners of her eyes. The Firelord sighed. He nearly could not bring himself to defile something so pure. So perfect. Momentarily, he hesitated. But then he looked down at her once more. Lovely and innocent. He just had to have her. Finally claim his prize. He could feel Azula shaking as he parted her legs and settled between them. And at this moment, he felt so powerful.

"No." she whimpered.

He paid no mind to her pathetic plea, and pressed against her entrance. Azula panicked. Without thinking, she took hold of her father's strong, muscular arms. Then her hands burned hot. Though it didn't hurt much, he was livid.

"You little bitch!" Ozai snarled.

"I'm sorry, father. Don't hurt me." Azula cried.

The princess knew she was no match for her father. He could kill her if he wanted to. Compared to the Firelord, she was small and weak. Azula screamed when he suddenly struck her pretty face with the back of his hand. That would mar her flawless skin for sure.

When her father's hand wrapped around her neck, Azula mentally prepared herself for pain. She knew this would not be pleasant. Quivering, she bit her lip. Then Ozai forced himself inside of her unwilling body. The princess cried out in agony. The pain was unbearable. Like nothing she'd ever felt in her life. The screams only served to arouse the Firelord more as he thrusted into her mercilessly hard. Warm, virgin blood spilled out of her. Then he kissed away the single tear that rolled down his daughter's cheek.

It was a late night at Ember Island. Aang couldn't sleep. The stress was just unbearable. Sozin's comet would be here in just three days! With its power, the Firelord planned on destroying the Earth Kingdom. What was he to do to stop Ozai? Sure he was the Avatar, but he was just one kid. He wasn't a fully realized Avatar. Not to mention the fact that his ability to enter the Avatar state was now destroyed...

His friends had offered to help, fight the Firelord together. But Aang didn't want to let them do that. Let his friends endanger their lives...he was the Avatar. This was his problem. His fight. His destiny. He'd done nothing but let the world down for the past one hundred years. Everyone just had too much faith in him, he supposed. But he couldn't put his friends in danger...

Aang was quite irritated to hear a knock on his door. He knew it was probably just someone trying to help, but he wanted to be left alone to his thoughts. He took a deep breath. He was far too nice to tell whoever it was to go away. He supposed he could at least hear what they had to say. It was likely Katara or Zuko, and sometimes they did give good advice. Sokka's advice wasn't the best, but his effort was.

"Aang?" questioned Suki from the other side of the door.

Suki? Not quite the person that Aang had expected would be paying him a late night visit. He and Suki were friends, but they weren't very close. They'd never really had a one on one talk. Not that Aang was opposed to the idea, he just hadn't been expecting Suki.

"Come in, Suki." he replied.

The door opened slowly with an annoying creak. Suki slipped into the room quietly, shutting the door behind her. Aang found that rather odd. What could she have to say that she didn't want the others to hear? Perhaps they were in bed and she just didn't want to wake them up. Aang had been cooped up in his room for hours, therefore he was unsure if his friends were awake. They could still be at the beach for all he knew, or they could all be sound asleep in their rooms.

"Can't sleep, huh?" asked Suki, innocently.

Aang casually glanced over at her. But he did a quick double take. Suki looked hot! Her hair was down and she was wearing nothing but a short, pink nightgown. He mentally kicked himself. How could he think such a thing about Sokka's girlfriend? Sokka was his friend. And a damn good one at that. But Suki looked so good tonight...did she even realize it?

The Avatar cleared his throat and swallowed hard. Suki approached him, offering a kind smile. He admired her shapely, long legs. He'd never really noticed them before. Suki had some of the best legs he'd ever seen. He preferred them to Katara's even. Sokka sure was a lucky guy...

"I understand. I can't imagine how you must be feeling. It's a lot to take in." she said, her eyes sparkling beautifully in the dimly lit room.

"I don't know what to do, Suki." Aang admitted.

"Well, I think I can help you out a little bit, Aang." she replied, eagerly.

The Kyoshi warrior couldn't help him with the current situation concerning the comet and the Firelord. But she could help in another way. Provided the young Avatar would play along...She'd been looking at him since she was released from the Boiling Rock. Aang was no longer that goofy kid she'd met on Kyoshi Island so long ago. He'd grown. Changed. He was more mature now. Not just mentally, but physically as well. His muscles were taught and well defined. The last time she'd watched him train it made her weak in the knees.

"How?" Aang asked, simply.

Suki took a deep breath. Her heart began to pound. She had full intentions of seducing the boy. But she was a little hesitant. It would prove to be monumentally embarrassing if Aang refused her advances, which he very well might out of loyalty for Sokka and Katara. The Avatar's crush on the Water Tribe beauty was not exactly a secret. And Sokka was his friend.

"I'll give you a hint." Suki offered.

The inexperienced young Avatar stared, wide eyed and mouth agape, as Suki gracefully slipped out of her nightgown to reveal her naked body. He had never seen a woman in this way before. His heart was pounding as she approached, her gaze fixated on him as though he were something to eat. She lowered herself onto Aang's lap and straddled him, rather amused when his muscles tensed with nervousness.

"Suki...we can't..." he protested, weakly.

"Yes we can, Aang. No one has to know." Suki whispered, taking hold of his hands and placing them on her breasts.

The Avatar bean to eagerly grope them, squeezing and kneading rather roughly. His fingers stroked her nipples in circular motions, until they became hard. Suki shivered and moaned in response to Aang's surprisingly skilled touch. She lowered her face to kiss him, her tongue forcing its way past her lips. At first, he did not respond to her kiss, as he wasn't confident in his abilities. He turned his head away from her, his cheeks flushed with frustration and embarrassment.

"This is...this is so wrong. Sokka, he's...you and Sokka..." Aang stammered.

"Shhhhh. I'll never tell him. He won't know." Suki coaxed, as her hand lowered to the waist band of his wind pants.

It was easy to see, or rather feel, that he wanted this when she cupped his growing erection. Aang groaned, and rested his hands on Suki's hips. She kissed him once more, and this time he responded eagerly. She started to grind against his lap, feeling his hard member poking proudly between her legs. In a sudden rush of testosterone and adrenaline, Aang hoisted Suki up and laid her down on the bed, then hovered above her.

The Avatar trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting a breathy sigh from the older girl, which served to boost his confidence. His hot mouth stopped at her chest, so he could suck her nipples in turn. Suki was pleasantly surprised. The boy knew how to treat a woman. She nearly squealed in delight when his head dropped between her thighs. Aang was able to quickly locate her clit, and nibbled gently, as his fingers explored the depths of her slick, warm entrance. Suki moaned loudly and shamelessly as he attended to her needs. She turned her head, and was horrified upon realizing someone had entered the room unnoticed.

"Sokka!" Suki exclaimed.

"Your highness, Prince Zuko wishes to offer you a gift. A spoil of war to commemorate your victories in the Earth Kingdom." said one of the prince's servants, who bowed respectfully.

"Very well." replied the Firelord.

"Bring your Firelord his gift, men." called the servant.

Two soldiers entered the throne room, with a restrained girl in tow. She was quite pretty and very young. She appeared exotic, likely Water tribe judging from her blue garb and tanned skin. The Firelord was very pleased to receive such a gift. His son easily could have kept the girl for himself, but he had decided instead to give her to his father. A selfless act of loyalty.

"She was captured when Ba Sing Se was taken. The prince thought she might...amuse you." explained one of the soldiers.

"As I'm certain she shall. You may take your leave, men. Offer my son a thank you on my behalf." replied Ozai.

The three men offered bows, then left quietly. Firelord Ozai rose from his throne, and approached the girl. She was tied up with strong rope and squirming about much like a butterfly trying to escape its cocoon. She turned her head to the side, refusing to look him in the eye. Katara was nothing short of disgusted. Being handed over to the ruthless Firelord as though she were a prize! An object!

"What is your name?" Ozai asked, calmly.

He wasn't surprised that the girl refused to answer him. The Firelord carefully examined her. Even under the thick ropes and her clothes, he could make out a slender body, that had recently begun to take the shape of a woman's. Katara tensed up when he cupped her chin, and tilted her head up so he could look into her deep blue eyes.

"What a pretty one you are. If you behave, I will not hurt you." Ozai stated.

Once again, Katara did not answer. She didn't have to answer to this vile megalomaniac bastard who thought he ruled the world! However, she was rather puzzled when he began to untie her. Why would he do such a thing? Did he not know she was a waterbender? Though she supposed it really didn't matter. There was no water for her to bend. She had no way to defend herself...so she had no choice but to play his little game, as she feared for her life if she did not.

"What is your name?" the Firelord asked, once more.

"Katara." she replied, curtly.

"Where are you from, Katara?" he questioned.

"The South Pole." she answered, near tears at the thought of her home.

" Interesting. Are you hungry, Katara? " Ozai responded, already moving onto another subject.

Katara thought for a moment. She was famished to the point that her stomach ached. She'd been fed nothing but scraps of bread in the three days she'd spent on a Fire Navy ship to get to the capital. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to accept a meal. Surely the Firelord would feed her properly. However, Katara wasn't dumb. She knew what this man wanted from her. She also was a survivor, and knew that proper nutrition was necessary. For now she would buy his ruse, and play the situation by ear.

"Well...yes. I'm very hungry." she told him.

The Firelord had invited Katara to share a meal with him. She'd taken a long, hot bath. There were expensive and wonderful smelling soaps and oils for her to use. She found it very refreshing, as she hadn't bathed in over a week. After wrapping herself in a fluffy, white towel, she entered the spare room she was told to use. There was a young servant girl waiting for her. The girl proceeded to dry her hair, using hot breath produced by her firebending abilities. She then skillfully pulled Katara's long, brown tresses into a high ponytail.

"A gift from his Highness." said the servant girl, producing a dress from the armoire.

She set the dress down on the bed and offered Katara a smile before leaving her alone. The young waterbender surveyed the dress curiously. It was long, red, and beautiful. Likely very expensive. She was quite confused as to why the Firelord would offer her a gown just to have dinner, but still she put it on. It was just the right length, ghosting over the tops of her feet. Much to her dismay, it was also form fitting, clinging to her body almost uncomfortably. The v-neck dipped dangerously low and the thin straps were rather loose with no way to adjust them. She made a mental note to keep her eye on it, in fear of exposing herself.

By the bed, Katara discovered golden, strappy sandals that she assumed must be for her. If they weren't, she decided to take them anyway since they were the right size. Being a girl with class, she refused to prance around barefoot. When she left the spare room, the same servant girl was waiting for her outside the door.

"Right this way." she muttered, guiding Katara down a long and dimly lit hallway.

The pair came to a lavish dining area. The long, empty table was made of some dark wood, and had been polished to perfection. The girl ushered Katara in and pulled out the chair left to the head of the table. She felt just a little nervous when the servant girl left her in the room all alone. Katara heard nothing but the sound of her own breathing, and she began to twist the end of her hair around her finger.

Three men soon entered, with two covered platters of food. Another one with plates and silverware. A third with glasses and a bottle of what was presumably wine. They got to work preparing the table. The plates were set out, one in front of Katara and one at the head of the table where the Firelord would sit. Many forks and spoons of all different shapes and sizes were next. Then a pair of chopsticks. Then the glasses, which were immediately filled with a red liquid. Katara's glance idly shifted downward, and her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment upon realizing the strap of her dress had crept down her shoulder, enough to bare her breast for strangers. Hastily, she covered herself.

The Firelord was next to join the awkward gathering. The servants bowed, then one pulled out his chair, and another pushed it in. The third lifted the lid from one of the platters to reveal a simple, green salad drizzled with a light dressing. He uncovered the second platter, which had various cheeses on it. The servants were quick to serve salad and cheese to Katara and the Firelord, then head back into the kitchen. Katara, who was starving, began to devour the first course. Her host looked on in amusement, as he took only small bites.

"The dress suits you well." Ozai stated, as a conversation opener.

Katara just gave a nod in response, then guzzled down her glass of wine in mere seconds. Normally, she had good manners, but she was too hungry to care. Besides, she had nobody to impress. It was just her and the Firelord, and she couldn't care less what he thought of her. Ozai slowly sipped his wine, as Katara helped herself to more rich and delicious cheese.

"My guest seems to have run out of wine." Ozai called.

A servant quickly scrambled into the room. He poured a second glass of wine for the water tribe girl, and served her another helping of salad. Katara found this quite strange to have people waiting on her. Though she happily crunched away at the crisp mixture or vegetables, and took large gulps of wine. Ozai pushed away his half finished plate, and the man took it before wandering off.

"You have quite an appetite." the Firelord said, with a smirk.

"Pardon me. I've had nothing but scraps...for days." Katara admitted.

Soon enough, the next course was served. A steaming hot bowl of traditional, spicy seafood chowder. The famished waterbender was happy to slurp back the entire bowl at an alarmingly fast pace. Ozai worried his young guest would make herself sick. Upon noticing some chowder had dribbled down her chin, he dabbed it with his napkin. The all powerful Firelord felt a sudden rush of uncontrollable arousal when he ogled the girl's chest. Apparently she didn't realize that a sliver of her areola was peeking out of her dress.

Katara tossed back another glass of strong wine to wash out the tingling burn in her mouth. She noticed the Firelord eyeing her in a most unnerving manner as he took just small spoonfuls of chowder. One of the servants offered her another helping of the second course, and she politely declined. Though she did accept a fourth glass of wine. She slowly nursed this one as Ozai ate.

"You enjoy the wine?" he asked, with a smile.

She didn't speak, but rather nodded her head in agreement.

"Don't be shy. Have as much as you desire." the Firelord declared.

By the time the main course was served, Katara felt the effects of drinking strong wine in such a short time period. She was rather lightheaded, but also carefree and upbeat, despite her current situation of being Firelord Ozai's hostage. The men served them a tender, melt in your mouth roasted spiced salmon dish. The Firelord enjoyed a second glass of wine with his. Whereas Katara was now on her fifth. The drunken girl was eating quite sloppily, making a mess of the clean table.

"Katara...Katara...you're drunk." purred Ozai, with a smug smile.

"Why yes I am, Mister Firelord, your highness, sir." she slurred, nearly falling over in her chair.

Katara laughed as Ozai braced her fall with his strong arms, and gently pushed her to sit upright once more. Much to his amusement, the strap of her dress had fallen, leaving her small, round breast completely visible to his hungry gaze. Her brown nipple was deliciously erect, and just begging to be sucked on.

The Firelord was quite pleased that his young guest was so intoxicated. It would make the rest of the night easy for him. She'd put up little or no resistance. Perhaps she would even enjoy what he had planned for her. Ozai had a servant pour her a sixth and final glass of wine, which she drank with no qualms. That would be her last. He was unsure how much the young girl could handle, and didn't want her to be poisoned.

Katara looked over at the Firelord and smiled. All of the alcohol she'd consumed brought forth her innermost desires. He was so handsome! How did she not notice that before? He looked wonderful for his age, no wrinkles present. His hair was dark, supple, and smooth as melted chocolate. His eyes were a brilliant hue of bright gold, same as Prince Zuko's.

"You are...so handsome, your highnessss." she blurted, the alcohol talking now.

"I thank you my dear." Ozai replied, dark eyebrows raised.

Oh yes, this would be a fun night. The girl wanted him. He knew she did. Just as he wanted her. Firelord Ozai drifted to his thoughts for a moment. Young women and girls were often captured from the Earth Kingdom, and some were brought to him by the Fire Nation Navy to earn good favor with the royal family. He would keep his prizes around a few weeks at most, then sold them to pleasure houses when he grew bored. He wondered if this Katara would be different, for he desired a girl he wouldn't lose interest in.

"What...is...for...dessert?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"You." Ozai replied, curtly.

Katara giggled and nearly fell from her chair again. The Firelord rose from his seat, and scooped her up in his arms. She gasped, but quickly relaxed in his muscular arms.

"Where's my dessert, my highness, mister Firelord?" she asked, tangling her fingers up in his luscious hair.

"I will show you." Ozai replied, huskily.

As he carried his very drunk young guest down the hall, he passed Zuko. The teenaged prince took in this scene with great amusement. Katara had obviously had too much wine at dinner, judging by the fact that she seemed not to notice her breasts laid bare for all to see. She couldn't even walk, and was snuggling up against his father in a most peculiar manner.

"Hi, Zuko!" she exclaimed, when she saw him.

The Prince ad the Firelord laughed loudly, as did Katara.

"Hello, Katara." Zuko replied, unable to avert his gaze away from her chest.

"I thank you, my son. A wonderful night is surely in store for me." Ozai stated.

"You're welcome, father. I knew you'd like her." his son told him.

"You like me?" asked Katara, smiling stupidly.

"Yes, I do." Ozai declared.

"Have a nice evening." Zuko encouraged, disappearing to the dining room for his super.

The Firelord brought his prize to his personal chambers, and laid her down on the plush, unnecessarily large bed. Katara leisurely spread her legs, which was a very pleasing sight. Ozai sank down on top of her, and she didn't protest. He couldn't control his urge to grope those breasts he'd been staring at in a lecherous manner for the past hour.

At first, she just laid there looking confused. The inexperienced girl didn't know what to make of this. But she soon began to sigh when his skilled fingers stroked her nipples in circular motions. Ozai was quite pleased she was enjoying this. He proceeded to suck them, then bite.

"That hurts." Katara complained.

The Firelord ignored her complaint, content to gnaw on her nipples and hear her groan in discomfort. Then he pushed her dress up around her hips, revealing her most intimate parts. Katara tensed as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh.

"No...no...no..." she muttered, over and over.

But she stopped when he began to rub her clitoris, his carnal knowledge of the female body quite obvious. Katara moaned loudly, having never experienced this sensation before. She hadn't even touched herself there before, let alone allowed someone else to do it. The alcohol and the pleasant sensations were dwindling her inhibitions, and letting her enjoy herself in this highly erotic moment.

"Do you like that?" Ozai asked, eagerly.

"Oh, yes..." Katara replied, her eyes fluttering shut.

Attending to his selfish desires, the Firelord took the girl by the hips, and turned her over on her stomach. Katara heard the rustle of fabric as the Firelord disrobed quickly. His hand wrapped around her neck, and pushed her pretty face down against the pillows. She began to wriggle her body in an attempt to free herself, but her efforts were futile.

"Let me go!" she cried, though it was muffled.

Ozai pressed his other hand between her legs, pleased to find she was hot and slick. He rubbed her clitoris once more, delighted at the stifled moans from the water tribe girl. Katara was frustrated with herself. Her body was betraying her...

Pangs of fear rose up in the pit of her stomach when she felt his thighs touch the backs of hers, and something poking her entrance. It was his...oh no...she didn't want this. She didn't want the cruel, selfish ruler to have his way with her. Katara once again began her attempts to free herself, though they were quite laughable due to her impaired state of mind and body.

"No! No!" she screamed, muffled once again by the pillows.

Firelord Ozai claimed his comely spoil of war quite roughly, breaking her maidenhead. Katara squealed and wailed as the intense pain shot up through her pelvis. This only served to fuel her captor's sexual desire, as he was nothing short of a sadist. He slammed inside of her over and over, not caring how it felt for her. She yelped with every thrust, but was relieved that the Firelord didn't receive the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She balled her fists up in the sheets and tried her best to bite through the now throbbing ache.

"Little bitch." Ozai grunted, as he yanked on her hair.

After several agonizing minutes, an unexpected feeling washed over Katara. A tinge of physical gratification that blossomed. Just as she began to experience the pleasure that went with sex, the Firelord reached his climax, and withdrew himself. Suddenly, Katara's vision blurred. All went black, as she finally succumbed to alcohol fueled unconsciousness.

"Katara...have you ever kissed a boy before?" asked Toph.

"Yes." she admitted, blushing.

Katara was glad Toph couldn't see that. But she wondered why her tough as nails friend would want to know such a thing...perhaps she was just curious. The young waterbender was no expert on the subject, but she wasn't clueless either. Her very first kiss had happened months ago...with Jet. Then there was Aang, whom she'd actually kissed twice. Though she would be hesitant to admit it, Jet's kiss was better.

"How do you kiss?" the blind girl pressed on.

Oh! So she wanted advice...Katara was unsure whether she could give it to her. Kissing wasn't hard, but it was difficult to explain it to someone else, especially if that person has never done it before. After her last two questions, she was assuming that Toph had never kissed anyone.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain..." Katara offered.

"Can you show me?" the earthbender replied.

Show her! Surely she didn't mean...though Katara had to admit, it wouldn't really bother her. However, she had never kissed a girl before. She idly wondered if it would be any different. Would it feel different? Or would it be just like kissing a boy? She was unsure, and there was a part of her that was quite curious.

"Show you?" questioned Katara, wanting her friend to clarify.

"Yeah. Kiss me. Come on, sugar queen! It's just for practice." Toph insisted.

"Well...okay." she agreed.

Slowly, Katara leaned in toward Toph's face. She smelled of dirt, as usual. Though Katara had secretly come to appreciate the smell. Their lips touched just barely, as Katara contemplated pulling back. So it was Toph who took initiative. Sure she had never kissed a boy, but she wasn't inexperienced. She just preferred girls. She always had.

Katara was surprised at her friend's skill and enthusiasm as she kissed her passionately. Toph's tongue pushed against her lips, pleading for entry. Katara parted her mouth ever so slightly, welcoming it. She felt the rough hands of the skilled earthbender come to rest on her nearly bare shoulders. It was Katara to break the intense contact of their lips.

"That was...that was good." she offered, slightly out of breath.

"Hmm. I guess there's nothing to this kissing thing." Toph declared.

What Katara hadn't known was that this had been her plan all along. Toph had purposely set this up just to kiss her. She had been attracted to Katara for quite some time.

"Do you think we could...try again?" asked Toph, innocently.

In a sudden and unexplainable rush, Katara took her by the shoulders and kissed her once more. Toph's hot, hungry mouth soon began to move down her neck, making her weak in the knees as she kissed and nipped gently. The waterbender felt things below her waist begin to stir. This was...arousing her! Their were no qualms as Toph laid Katara down, and began tugging at her clothes.

"I'm sorry, Sokka...I'm not ready yet." Suki said, meekly.

"Why not?" he questioned, his eyes pleading.

"It's just...it's a big step. I'm just not ready. I don't know how else I can explain..." she stammered.

Sokka sighed in frustration. He and Suki had been together for quite a few months, and he'd been patient. But he had physical needs that he had no control over. He thought Suki should be taking it as a compliment that he was sexually attracted to her and wanted to be intimate with her. He was quite annoyed at this point. The young water tribesman loved her of course. That was obvious. But he wanted to be able to enjoy sex with her, as other couples did.

"Aren't you attracted to me anymore?" Sokka asked, though he knew that wasn't the problem.

"Of course I'm still attracted to you! Sokka, you are so handsome! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings..." Suki replied, the guilt in her tone quite obvious.

How could she be doing this to Sokka? She loved him, and her lack of desire made him feel as though she wasn't even attracted to him! That was nonsense. Of course she was. She had to admit, she'd been weak a few times, thought about giving in. But she just truly wasn't ready. It was a big step to take, and the idea was quite frightening. She feared the pain. She feared being inadequate, as she suspected that Sokka had been with other girls before, and was not incorrect in assuming so.

"Then why can't we take this next step in our relationship, Suki?" Sokka asked, desperately.

"Can you just drop it, please?" she snapped, her tone not as gentle as she thought it would be.

"Okay...I'm going to see if Katara needs help with dinner..." he mumbled, hanging his head low and turning to walk away.

Suki felt instant guilt, just before an idea came to mind. If she wouldn't do this for him, she could at least pleasure him to make up for hurting his feelings. She grabbed Sokka's arm.

"Suki, what are you doing?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Come on, Sokka." she replied, pulling him along down the hall and into her bedroom at the Western Air Temple.

Sokka raised his eyebrows when Suki closed and locked the door. So, she wanted privacy...that was good.

"This isn't fair to you, Sokka. Maybe I'm not ready for sex, but I can take care of you. I can pleasure you." Suki purred, as she dropped to her knees.

His face lit up with amusement. Was she going to...

Suki gripped the waistband of his pants and started to pull them down his legs. His underwear soon followed. Her eyes widened, as she was intimidated at first. She idly touched him in random places. But Sokka decided he would be patient. He didn't want her to feel self conscious. She would surely get it eventually.

The inexperienced girl noticed a clear bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. She brushed her thumb across it, making him inhale sharply. Suki moved her face toward his groin, as swiped her warm, wet tongue over the leaking head, earning a sigh from the man she was so eager to please. She then slowly inched her mouth up his shaft, mindful to cover her teeth with her lips as not to hurt him.

"Yeah...just like that, Suki." Sokka muttered, tangling his fingers in her short, sleek hair.

With new found confidence, she increased the pressure and began to suck as she took him further into her mouth, nearly gagging. Her motions were mediocre at first, and gave Sokka very little physical gratification. Though soon she got the hang of it.

"Suki, I'm going to...I'm going to..." he warned, sounding out of breath.

Sokka found his release quietly, and spilled into her willing mouth. Suki's face turned sour when she tasted it. She was glad he didn't seem to notice this, as his eyes were shut, and he was breathing heavily.

"That was great." Sokka told her.

Suki nearly let out a sigh of relief. She had been unsure if the act had been very enjoyable for him. His compliment was reassuring.

"I'm glad...that's the first of many." she replied, satisfied with herself.

Judging by the look on his face, Sokka had no objections.

Katara was laying in bed. It was a quiet night at Zuko's beach house in Ember Island where they were staying. She had been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, and just couldn't sleep. She supposed she would take a walk on the beach. That would surely make her tired.

The night was warm, clear and beautiful. Katara tasted the salt of the sea and felt a gentle breeze. She walked barefoot down the beach, with the sand between her toes, and the waves licking her feet. The water was so pleasantly cool that she lifted her skirt above her knees to wade a while. It felt exquisite...so relaxing.

In a fleeting and sudden sense of dare, Katara took a quick look around. There was nobody in sight. She stripped down, bare as the day she was born, and dove into the ocean. When she surfaced, the water was just below her breasts. But little did she know, she was not alone.

Zuko had been sitting in the sand, shielded by shrubbery. Upon hearing some splashing and seeing the blurred figure of a person, he decided to go see who it was. When he came closer, he realized it was a woman. He saw the woman lay on her back to float on the water. With a few more steps, he could see that the woman had brown hair, tan skin...and she was naked! It was Katara! Zuko was embarrassed and aroused all at once. Katara was blissfully unaware because her eyes were closed.

The prince could not help standing there to stare. Zuko had to admit, she had a great body. The fit waterbender was slender with gentle curves and long legs. He noticed that her nipples were hard, and the small tuft of hair between her legs was neatly groomed. His pants began to feel uncomfortably tight.

Suddenly, Katara stood up. She screamed when she saw Zuko standing in front of her. She crossed her leg over her groin, and her hands flew to cover her small breasts. He could do nothing but hang his head in shame...he had been caught.

"Zuko!" Katara scolded.

"I'm sorry. I just was...sitting over there...saw someone. I didn't know you were...I'm sorry." Zuko mumbled.

Katara blushed when she saw the obvious bulge in his pants. She hadn't even been aware of the fact that she could produce such an effect. For just a moment, she admired Zuko's shirtless body. He was thin, yet he had well defined muscles. They looked as though they had been chiseled, they were so perfect. Idly, she ghosted her hand down his abdomen to feel the results of his vigorous physical exertion.

"You're so firm." she blurted.

When Zuko laughed, Katara blushed and turned her head away. The prince responded by taking hold of her arms, and placing them at her sides. Then he kissed her. It was ardent with a passionate fever that took the inexperienced Katara by surprise. After regaining her breath from the fiery kiss, she took Zuko's wrist to lead him to the shore.

In the soft sand, he laid her down. Then he sank on top of her. As the waves broke, the water seeped underneath Katara. She wrapped her arms around Zuko and looked up at the starry sky. The moon was full, and provided them with a generous amount of glowing light.

"Katara, you are beautiful." Zuko declared.

No area of her nubile body went unnoticed. The prince's skilled hands and mouth explored all places. Katara moaned softly as his hot tongue teased her nipples, and his thumb circled her clit. She panted with disappointment when he discontinued his actions. Though her excitement shot back up again when he removed his pants, freeing his erection.

In a sudden rush of unrestricted arousal, Katara held onto his broad shoulders, and urged him to lie back. This time, it was she who climbed on top of him, feeling the tip of his cock pressed at her entrance. Curious as to what would happen, she rocked her hips. It created delicious friction which caused them both to groan desperately.

"Are you ready?" Zuko asked, now impatient.

"Yes." Katara replied, breathless from anticipation.

Zuko took her slender hips to position her at the perfect angle. Then Katara slowly sank onto him, wincing in pain as she felt every inch of him inside her. The prince could tell she was uncomfortable. He would see to that. Remaining still as to let her body adjust to him, he brought his fingers to her clit once more. He stroked and rubbed until the pleasure began to dull the pain.

His hands were on her hips once more, and he used his considerable amount of upper body strength to lift her, taking care not to slip out. Gently, he pushed all the way inside. A small moan escaped Katara's lips, which delighted Zuko's ears. Her hands firmly grasped his arms for leverage, so she could carefully move herself up and down at the pace that she desired. Their blatant sounds of pleasure could clearly be head over the crashing waves.

"Katara, you look good enough to eat." purred Mai, admiring the waterbender relaxing in the tub.

"There's room for two if you'd like to join me." Katara offered.

Mai quickly undressed, and slipped into the porcelain tub. The jets provided therapeutic bubbles, and the hot water provided steam. It felt heavenly. In an instant, Katara was on her lap, kissing her fervently. Mai returned the kiss, though not in a manner that would show her eagerness so early on. The younger girl was quick to trail her kisses down the pale skin of Mai's neck and chest, making her sigh.

Nimble fingers teased and pinched her pink nipples until they were proudly standing at attention. Katara took a moment to admire Mai's luscious breasts, eyeing them hungrily.

"You have beautiful breasts." she murmured, cupping them in her wet hands.

Mai bit her lip to try and fight back any audible signs of pleasure as Katara's thumbs flicked over her nipples repeatedly. She then latched her mouth onto one and sucked hard. Determined to make the aloof Mai loose control, she began to gnaw. Then her hand slipped under the water and between her creamy, white thighs. Katara's thumb stroked her clit, and her long, slender fingers prodded her entrance. Gently she pushed up, up until she hit that sweet spot. Mai couldn't fight back moans in response to the skilled stimulation in several different places.

"Don't stop." she panted.

Inwardly, Katara smirked. Her teeth tore at Mai's sensitive nipples, not quite hard enough to break the skin. Katara continues to work her down below, and she tangled her other hand in that gorgeous head of raven hair, and tugged as she bit her breasts in turn. Mai liked it rough. After a few minutes, Mai screamed and writhed uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"That was all just for me?" Katara asked, taking great pride in her abilities.

Mai could do nothing but pant hoarsely as she rode out the last waves of her fiery resolve. She slumped her head back, and her arms dropped into the water, creating splashes. For a moment, she took deep breaths and was able to regain her composure.

"Would you like me to return the favor?" Mai asked, dark eyebrow raised.

"Yes." Katara replied, with a smile.

"Sit on the edge." Mai ordered.

She was quick to obey, sliding up to sit on the edge of the tub. She shivered at the feeling of the cold on her backside. Mai came over to her and placed her hands on the insides of Katara's tanned thighs, pushing them apart as far as they would go without causing her too much discomfort. Her heart pounded with anticipation when she felt Mai's hot breath in the place begging for attention.

She planted one gentle kiss just above Katara's clit that sent jolts of excitement. Then Mai began to nibble at the sensitive bundle of nerves, as one of her hands roamed upward to tease her nipples. Katara moaned in ecstasy as Mai's tongue circled that sweet spot, and her fingers plunged in and out.

Katara's blue eyes opened to see Zuko standing by the tub, surveying the scene with amusement. Just then, Mai brought her, panting and writhing with the intensity of her release.

"You've started without me." Zuko stated, eyebrows raised.

"Zuko!" Mai exclaimed, shocked.

" There's room for three. " Katara whispered.

It was a warm, rainy summer night. Ozai admired his new wife, Ursa. She was clad in a thin, red robe with gold trimmings. It was made of silk. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her lips were painted red as her robe. She was beautiful.

"Come here." he urged gently, as he motioned with his finger.

The princess inhaled sharply, and hesitantly approached the marital bed where her husband was waiting, sitting on the edge. He also wore a red robe trimmed with gold, that was half way open to reveal his muscular body. Ursa blushed at the pleasant sight, and felt a knot forming in her stomach. Ozai sat up, his smug grin informing her of his awareness to the fact that she was looking at him in this way.

Ursa stopped just in front of the bed. She was nervous. Though she was very attracted to Ozai, they were nothing more than mere acquaintances. The young couple barely knew each other, and had certainly never been intimate before.

"No need to be shy. It's just me and you, my dear." Ozai soothed, standing up.

Her heart began to pound as he tucked her hair behind her ear, and his lusting eyes bore into her. The backside of Ozai's hand danced along her pale cheek. Then he traced her trembling bottom lip with a single finger. Ursa's wide eyed gaze shifted upward to look at him.

"Do not fear me." Ozai whispered, taking her face in his hands.

When he kissed her, she didn't reciprocate. His tongue pushed against her lips, requesting entry. Ursa parted them slightly, finally welcoming the heated kiss. Ozai's arms wrapped around her possessively as he devoured her mouth. Upon becoming breathless, he released her.

"Undress." the prince purred.

Ursa bit her bottom lip and looked down at her feet, which Ozai found alluring for some unknown reason.

"So timid...I'll do it for you then." he said, huskily.

He untied the golden sash that held her robe closed. Ozai idly tossed the sash aside, then proceeded to slip the robe down Ursa's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her naked body was a welcomed sight that he eyed lecherously. Ursa still looked down at her feet, and began visibly shaking.

"Lie down on the bed." Ozai requested, his voice hoarse.

Hesitantly, she climbed onto the large, plush bed, the feeling of the satin sheets cool against here bare skin. Ozai was quick to position himself on top of her, and kiss her once more with an eagerness that was quite shocking. Ursa had never been kissed quite like this before. The hands of her new husband roamed her body, specifically her plump breasts which he groped roughly.

Something strange was happening inside of Ursa's body...she was aroused. Muscles that she didn't even know she had began to tighten deliciously as Ozai nibbled at her neck, and he teased her nipples, pinching until they were hard and aching. Then he closed his mouth around one, and she moaned shamelessly.

"You like it." he stated, his hand sliding between her legs.

"Yes." Ursa panted, as he began to stroke her clit.

Ozai was quick to push her pale thighs apart as far as they would go, without hurting her. He lowered his head to study Ursa's pretty face once more, his sleek, dark hair slowly falling onto her bare chest. She took hold of his luscious locks to pull him close for another kiss. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ozai gently entered her, but soon his treatment grew rough. He found his release quickly, enjoyed the haze from his orgasm, then flopped down on the bed next to Ursa.

The Phoenix King eagerly awaited the arrival of his new bride. After using the power of Sozin's comet to bring an end to the hundred year war, he now controlled everyone and everything, just as he had desired.

With the Fire Nation's victory, the Bei Fongs, a wealthy family hailing from the former Earth Kingdom, had sought to encourage good relations and pay homage to their new ruler. They wished to keep their vast wealth, their estate, and their favorable social standing. So they had promised Phoenix King Ozai their daughter, Toph. The couple had even offered a more than substantial dowry due to her blindness.

At first, the rebellious Toph had absolutely refused her parents' proposition with the vile tyrant, and threatened to run away once more, never to be heard of again. With Aang in hiding, Sokka and Katara defending the southern water tribe, and most of the Earth Kingdom in ruin, she felt she had no other choice than to find her own way. Though soon enough, the idea of being married to the most powerful man in the world began to sound appealing. She would want for nothing. She would be wealthy. Most importantly, she would be the Phoenix Queen. There were much worse things a girl could be presented with in life. Upon reaching the marrying age of sixteen, she was immediately sent to Ozai's palace in Ba Sing Se, which had been built over the ashes of the former Earth King's.

Toph arrived in Ba Sing Se by ferry after an uncomfortable trip through hot, dry desert. Being blind, she was not all impressed by the city, unlike her party of servants and personal advisers. She had been there years ago, and hated it. The city was nothing more than a bunch of walls and rules as far as she was concerned, though perhaps that had changed under Ozai's command. She hoped so.

At the palace, she was greeted by a young woman whom she had never met before.

"I am Song, m'Lady. Your new handmaiden." she said, offering a respectful bow.

"Sup. I'm Toph." she replied, casually.

"If you would follow me inside please, m'Lady. I will help you wash up and dress for the presentation ceremony." requested Song.

"Sure." Toph droned, not looking forward to being dolled up.

First came a long hot bath. Then Song attended to her hair. It was washed and brushed meticulously, then forced into a fancy up-do. Toph was made to wear a red dress that was sleeveless with a heart shaped neckline. It was customary for a foreign royal bride to look the part of a lady of her husband's country. Toph, of course couldn't see what it looked like, but she sure could feel that it was uncomfortably tight and hard to move in.

Song even gave her a full manicure and pedicure, which the bride to be found ridiculous. Then she proceeded to put heavy make up all over Toph's naturally pretty face, and spray her with perfume that made her gag. Next came gaudy jewelry. However, Toph took the biggest issue with the fact that Song was trying to put strappy, golden high heels on her.

"I ain't wearing those." she stated.

"Would you like different shoes, m'Lady?" Song asked, confused.

"No shoes." Toph clarified.

"No shoes, m'Lady?" Song questioned, truly puzzled.

"Nope. No stupid shoes. Cause I see with my feet. And you don't gotta call me 'm'Lady'. Seriously, just call me Toph." she insisted.

"All right...Toph. But I really must insist that you wear shoes for formal events such as the ceremony. The Phoenix King will consider it to be poor manners if you don't." Song explained.

"I don't care. I got poor manners, and he better get used to it." Toph argued.

Phoenix King Ozai was eager to catch a glimpse of his intended when he saw her advisers enter the courtyard. They were in green robes. Then came a girl in a red gown, with her raven hair piled high on her head. She descended the stairs with a slow pace that irritated Ozai. When came closer, he was pleased to see that she was quite beautiful. He doubted she was even aware of the fact that she was beautiful, as he had heard she was born blind. What a tragedy to be born without the ability of sight.

"Your highness...may I present Toph Bei Fong." announced one of his own advisers, who's name he had quite forgotten.

Luckily for Toph, the Phoenix King had not noticed her complete lack of footwear. Perhaps he wouldn't notice it at the wedding either. She would be willing to take that chance because she disliked shoes that much.

Ozai's second wedding was nothing short of extravagant and completely over the top. There were thousands of guests enjoying delicious food, expensive wine, and live music. Much to his satisfaction, his new bride seemed to be enjoying herself, dancing without a care in her white and gold wedding gown. Her youth and free spirit was something he admired, even envied.

Though he soon noticed something strange...Toph wasn't wearing shoes! Had she been barefoot the entire time? Had she really attended her wedding with no shoes on? It didn't anger Ozai, but he found it immensely odd. Perhaps it was an Earth Kingdom custom that her advisers had neglected to tell did not exist among Fire Nation people. The Phoenix King approached his new bride, and snaked an arm around her small waist.

"Hello, my dear." he purred.

"Hey." Toph replied with a smile.

"I've noticed you're not wearing shoes...why is that?" Ozai questioned, his fingers tapping against her hip bone.

"Eh, I don't like 'em. Cause I see with my feet. Shoes hold me back." she said, nonchalantly.

"You see with your feet? I'm afraid I don't follow..." he replied, incredulously.

"Well, really I see with my earthbending. But not exactly the way you do. My feet can sense where everybody and everything is. Like you...the tree next to me...even those ants." Toph explained.

The Phoenix King was fascinated. He had not known that the girl was an earthbender. He'd wager that she was an excellent one if she possessed these capabilities. So she wasn't truly blind after all...never had he heard of such a thing.

"You must show me your bending some time. My daughter was a bending prodigy." Ozai told her.

"You don't say..." replied Toph, reminiscing about all of those times Azula had attacked team Avatar back in the day with that crazy firebending of hers.

On the night of their wedding, Ozai was very eager to take his new bride to bed. For several minutes he waited, growing rather impatient. Though the sight of her soon made him forget why he had been upset in the first place.

Toph was very pleasing to the eye as always. Her raven hair had been taken down, and he noticed it reached her hips. She wore a simple white nightgown, made of satin, and only reaching her upper thighs. She stood there twiddling her thumbs nonchalantly, as if waiting for an invitation. She seemed uninterested, not nervous like most young girls.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to sleep with you?" Toph asked, bluntly.

This made Ozai laugh for the first time in months. Was she truly that obtuse or just attempting humor? Either way, it was amusing.

"Yes. You are supposed to sleep with me." The Phoenix King clarified.

"Okay, then." she replied, simply.

Toph bounced onto the plush bed, much like a child. Then she flopped on her back, and sprawled out in a rather obnoxious manner.

"Yeah, this will do." she stated, folding her arms underneath her head.

Ozai sank on top of her, using his strong arms to support himself so he wouldn't put too much weight on her small frame. He trailed kisses down Toph's neck and chest, which he thought would serve to excite her a little. However, they quickly began to bore her. Ozai could tell of course, and he proceeded to rip her clothes off, making her gasp in surprise and delight. Nobody had ever done that to her before.

For a moment, he admired his new young bride. She looked even better without her clothes, just as he'd thought she would. The young woman was in very good shape, no doubt due to her earthbending. Well toned, though not muscular. Ozai did not care for muscular women anyhow. His hands flew to her plump breasts, groping rather roughly and flicking the tips of his thumbs over her pink nipples. Toph's pleasured sighs made her approval evident.

"You are beautiful." he purred, continuing to tease her.

"Are you?" she questioned.

Ozai stopped suddenly.

"Am I what?" he asked, in an attempt to clarify.

"Are you beautiful?" Toph replied.

He was silent.

"It's just...I have no idea what you look like." she added, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Give me your hands." he offered.

Toph obeyed, allowing her husband to guide them to his face. First, she felt supple and flawless skin.

"You have good skin." she stated.

Her fingertips were able to decipher prominent cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and strong chin. His eyebrows were angular and meticulously groomed. The bridge of his nose was thin and free of any bumps that would serve to misshape it. Then there were his lips, soft and thin. Lastly, his hair. It was exquisitely long, straight, sleek, and obviously well maintained. The Phoenix King was surely very handsome.

"You are beautiful..." Toph murmured.

After disrobing quickly, Ozai pushed his hips to position himself in between her legs. Still holding his upper body above her, he slowly pushed inside the warm, inviting opening. Toph groaned in pain, then bit her lip. Her fingernails dug into Ozai's back, and he stilled for a moment to give her time to adjust. He took her gently, as he knew she had never been with a man before. Toph drew in sharp breaths, and pressed her nails harder.

"Are you okay?" he asked, with genuine concern for his new wife.

When she nodded and lifted her hips slightly, Ozai continued to work toward his climax. For Toph, the act was generally uncomfortable. The Phoenix King's hot breath against her face, the sweat rolling down his forehead, his pleasured grunts and growls. She was content to relax and let him take his pleasure, trying to bite through the pain. He quickly found his release, and nearly collapsed on top of Toph, though he was able to stop himself.

"It's better after the first time." he assured her.

"Prove it." she replied, smugly.