AtLA/Soul Eater x-over yuri~
Title: Arrangements
Series: Crossover-- Avatar: The Last Airbender/Soul Eater
Pairing: Azula/Medusa (mentions of Azula/Ty Lee)
Rating: R for thematic content, yuri sex (includes very VERY light bloodplay)
Summary: Azula wants revenge, and the mysterious witch in black is more than eager to help her get it. But she wants something in return. Post-series!Avatarverse.
AN: Not really into SE that much, but Medusa being an evil sadistic cougar UNF somehow struck a chord with me. Don't ask me how but I was pondering crossover crackships for Avatar ladies and this suddenly occured to me (nevermind how much sense it would make) and well, it kinda snowballed into a plot/smutbunny from there~ I regret nothing. >D
"Feel better now?"
As Azula finished the last adjustment on her wardrobe, viewing herself within the placid reflection of the full-length mirror, she felt something not unlike contentment. Even now, a handful of years since the... shameful business with her dear brother on the arrival of Sozin's Comet, after days beyond measure of shackles and dingy prison garb, the Royal Fire Nation battle armor still fit her like a glove. She was still aware of the ache in her wrists from where cold metal had kept her restrained for so long, but oh, she could ignore that little discomfort for the familiarity of the attire, of what it had once represented to her country and how it still meant that to her now. Nevermind that after nearly a month of real food, a real bed and enough time to slip into her training routines, she was starting to feel like her old self again, something that in her more lucid periods she'd never have entertained as even possible.
To say that Azula felt 'better' was an gross understatement, but instead she merely shrugged her steel-plated shoulders, turned her proud face back towards the woman lounging on the satin-red divan behind her, short blonde hair and pale skin clashing starkly against the pitch-black outfit that covered her neatly from shoulder to ankle, twisting snake tattoos adorning each arm.
Her 'benefactor,' she supposed (though the idea of being dependent on anyone for her escape still made her pride smart), the self-identified witch Medusa splayed lengthwise against the furniture, one hand resting on her wide hips while the other propped up her head, a bemused smile doing nothing to hide the malice that seemed to emenate from her despite the docile pose she'd assumed.
No stranger to wickedness herself, the cold look in her yellow eyes still left the former Princess... rather more unsettled than she cared to admit.
"It's an improvement, I suppose," Azula finally admitted, her voice light and expression passive, even as her hands clasped together at the small of her back, drawing herself up into a more austere (and for her, natural) stance. Medusa merely chuckled as she sat up, jovial but lacking any warmth in her sultry, lilting tone.
"Don't be so dismissive, Firelord Azula," Medusa responded, the slight emphasis on the title not escaping Azula's notice. "...Royalty isn't simply about birthright or demeanor... one must look the part as well to command proper respect."
"...I told you to stop calling me that." Azula's tone was harsh, but something in her secretly delighted in hearing those two words put together-- Firelord Azula. Stripped away as they'd been and after being so thoroughly shamed, they still held some power for her, even moreso now with some semblance of self returned to her. "I don't need to be pandered to like a child."
She hadn't realized Medusa had gotten of the divan until she felt slim, black-fingernailed hands against her pauldrons, the slightly taller woman's lips barely hovering against her ear.
"But it's who you are... isn't it?"
There was something almost mocking in the witch's tone, but Azula said nothing-- the way Medusa's elegant hands moved, tracing meaningless circles against her armor, brushing the nape of her neck... it was rather difficult to shift her focus away.
"I've seen it happen so many times before... fighting, striving for it all your life, everything you desire just within your grasp-- and then what's rightfully yours is just--" she gestured vaguely into the air, her words pouring into Azula's ear and whether she intended to or not, the former Princess was devouring them-- "...gone... like it never mattered at all. ...Stolen, in fact, by the weak, the jealous, the--"
"...Traitors."
Azula hadn't meant to let it slip, but there it was against her will, as if the witch had somehow wheedled it out of her head, and a comprehending smile flitted over Medusa's features as she pressed her lips flush against the pulse point of Azula's neck, hot breath tickling against her throat. She stayed as passive as she could, breathing slightly erractic, wondering vaguely if Medusa knew just how long it had been since she'd had a woman this close.
And even with how utterly inhuman she felt, it was impossible for her to ignore how much of a woman Medusa was.
"...Someone hurt you, didn't they?"
The hasty "No" on Azula's part did nothing to block the phantom pain of knuckles landing against her pressure points, the cold steel of the Boiling Rock against her cheek as she lay helpless on the ground... Ty Lee throwing her lot in with that whore--
"My my, how sad," Medusa smirked, eyes smoldering as her fingers unlatched armor bit by bit, falling away from Azula as she was led somewhere so slowly she barely reacted, like a gentle nudge pulling her off a precipice. "...Not just any 'someone,' was it? Someone you actually cared about..."
"I'd think twice before you even think about finishing that absur--"
"Someone you loved," Medusa finished with a nonchalant grin, completely unphased by Azula's sudden flash of anger, "...even if you refused to believe it yourself. And when you needed her the most, she stabbed you in the back. Or am I wrong?"
Azula glared at the older woman as hard as she could, but couldn't bring herself to deny it. It was true, all of it. Mai, she should have anticipated she'd do something like that over her pathetic infatuation with Zuzu, but... not her. Not ever her. Almost against her own instincts and intelligence, she'd actually trusted Ty Lee. And look what that had done for her.
For her part, Medusa only laughed as her emotions churned.
"Poor thing... so much power, so much potential... and yet so much to learn."
Azula had forgotten about the divan until a low cushion pressed into the back of her legs, and it suddenly occured to her that Medusa had her trapped. All the same, she didn't resist, and Medusa seemed to take that as consent on her part.
"...You still haven't told me why you're doing this."
"Hmm?" Medusa hummed with vague interest, pressing the armorless but still clothed Azula firmly down and onto the lounge chair.
"You're helping me because you want something," Azula growled, trying to ignore the fingertips brushing against the underside of her breast, the way Medusa opened her outfit just enough to hint at the creamy skin and luscious curves underneath. "Y-you wouldn't have put in so much effort to my recouperation otherwise."
"Simple," the witch said casually, slipping off her robe inch by inch, just enough to keep Azula's attention as she climbed onto the lounge herself, straddling the younger girl. "You want revenge. To make everyone who turned on you suffer, to reclaim what's yours. Not only do I understand that... but I can help you get it."
And then she pressed herself full against the prone Azula, pressing her into the rich satin cushion, flawless pale skin smashed against the red-and-yellow uniform, and Azula felt a sigh slip out from her lips, unbidden.
"But first," she purred into the former Princess' ear, a hand sliding down her fabric-covered belly until it found the waistline of her leggings, "...I have to make you stronger."
Azula didn't have a chance to protest, to voice her suspicion, to remark that Medusa hadn't come close to answering her question, before she felt a finger rubbing against her clit, pointed teeth biting hard into her neck. She gasped, strangely voiceless as Medusa's fingers slipped lower, her teeth digging in harder, her hands making a half-hearted effort to resist before Medusa pinned them both above her head with a single palm, never letting up in her ministrations for a moment. She winced at the unmistakable feel of the skin at her neck being broken, right at the convergence of her collarbone and larynx, a sudden unmistakable lightheadedness sweeping over her as Medusa's tongue lapped eagerly at the spot she was bleeding.
For her part, Azula was at a loss-- when she'd been with girls before, it was always her indisputably in control, either Ty Lee or some hapless servant girl beneath her, writhing and shaking and subject to her every slightest inclination.
But Medusa was radically different, confident and powerful and knowledgable in a way that could only be gained with experience, with age. And oh Agni, the way her fingers moved, the way she wasn't afraid to hurt her just a little bit-- something sweet, gentle Ty Lee would never have done... nevermind how long it had been, she was amazed to have lasted as briefly as she did before her thighs curled around the witch's hand, her body arching against full breasts and toned muscle, her thoughts on the brink of exploding into nothingness--
But instead of going over the edge, Medusa slowed down, a wicked smile on her lips as Azula's eyes widened incredulously, her hips rocking slightly to get the witch's fingers in deeper but she simply teased out of her reach every time.
"You feel that?" Medusa whispered, yellow eyes glittering haughtily, as if she was loving the sight of Azula so clearly desperate for her to continue. "...That gnawing discomfort in your stomach, the way your head spins like a top?"
Azula panted, the very sensations Medusa described overwhelming her as she teetered on the brink of orgasm, the dull sting of bite marks and teasing fingers and teeth against her earlobe all melting together...
"Insanity," the witch chuckled, using the word as if it were not merely a state of mind but an active, prevalent force to be controlled and manipulated, like the Four Elements. "...You've tasted it, but there's so many applications... so many uses... so much power beyond what you realize."
Her words were subtle, honey-coated but poisonous underneath, but as she was right now Azula could barely find the will to deny them... much less resist.
"...Would you like me to... instruct you in the finer points?"
"Y-yes. Oh Agni, yes."
The victorious smile on Medusa's face, accompanied by her fingers driving into her hard and her thumb smashing against her clit, told Azula that she'd just been led right into a trap.
But at that moment, powerful lips sealing over hers and her awareness fading into white static, Azula didn't care.
Series: Crossover-- Avatar: The Last Airbender/Soul Eater
Pairing: Azula/Medusa (mentions of Azula/Ty Lee)
Rating: R for thematic content, yuri sex (includes very VERY light bloodplay)
Summary: Azula wants revenge, and the mysterious witch in black is more than eager to help her get it. But she wants something in return. Post-series!Avatarverse.
AN: Not really into SE that much, but Medusa being an evil sadistic cougar UNF somehow struck a chord with me. Don't ask me how but I was pondering crossover crackships for Avatar ladies and this suddenly occured to me (nevermind how much sense it would make) and well, it kinda snowballed into a plot/smutbunny from there~ I regret nothing. >D
"Feel better now?"
As Azula finished the last adjustment on her wardrobe, viewing herself within the placid reflection of the full-length mirror, she felt something not unlike contentment. Even now, a handful of years since the... shameful business with her dear brother on the arrival of Sozin's Comet, after days beyond measure of shackles and dingy prison garb, the Royal Fire Nation battle armor still fit her like a glove. She was still aware of the ache in her wrists from where cold metal had kept her restrained for so long, but oh, she could ignore that little discomfort for the familiarity of the attire, of what it had once represented to her country and how it still meant that to her now. Nevermind that after nearly a month of real food, a real bed and enough time to slip into her training routines, she was starting to feel like her old self again, something that in her more lucid periods she'd never have entertained as even possible.
To say that Azula felt 'better' was an gross understatement, but instead she merely shrugged her steel-plated shoulders, turned her proud face back towards the woman lounging on the satin-red divan behind her, short blonde hair and pale skin clashing starkly against the pitch-black outfit that covered her neatly from shoulder to ankle, twisting snake tattoos adorning each arm.
Her 'benefactor,' she supposed (though the idea of being dependent on anyone for her escape still made her pride smart), the self-identified witch Medusa splayed lengthwise against the furniture, one hand resting on her wide hips while the other propped up her head, a bemused smile doing nothing to hide the malice that seemed to emenate from her despite the docile pose she'd assumed.
No stranger to wickedness herself, the cold look in her yellow eyes still left the former Princess... rather more unsettled than she cared to admit.
"It's an improvement, I suppose," Azula finally admitted, her voice light and expression passive, even as her hands clasped together at the small of her back, drawing herself up into a more austere (and for her, natural) stance. Medusa merely chuckled as she sat up, jovial but lacking any warmth in her sultry, lilting tone.
"Don't be so dismissive, Firelord Azula," Medusa responded, the slight emphasis on the title not escaping Azula's notice. "...Royalty isn't simply about birthright or demeanor... one must look the part as well to command proper respect."
"...I told you to stop calling me that." Azula's tone was harsh, but something in her secretly delighted in hearing those two words put together-- Firelord Azula. Stripped away as they'd been and after being so thoroughly shamed, they still held some power for her, even moreso now with some semblance of self returned to her. "I don't need to be pandered to like a child."
She hadn't realized Medusa had gotten of the divan until she felt slim, black-fingernailed hands against her pauldrons, the slightly taller woman's lips barely hovering against her ear.
"But it's who you are... isn't it?"
There was something almost mocking in the witch's tone, but Azula said nothing-- the way Medusa's elegant hands moved, tracing meaningless circles against her armor, brushing the nape of her neck... it was rather difficult to shift her focus away.
"I've seen it happen so many times before... fighting, striving for it all your life, everything you desire just within your grasp-- and then what's rightfully yours is just--" she gestured vaguely into the air, her words pouring into Azula's ear and whether she intended to or not, the former Princess was devouring them-- "...gone... like it never mattered at all. ...Stolen, in fact, by the weak, the jealous, the--"
"...Traitors."
Azula hadn't meant to let it slip, but there it was against her will, as if the witch had somehow wheedled it out of her head, and a comprehending smile flitted over Medusa's features as she pressed her lips flush against the pulse point of Azula's neck, hot breath tickling against her throat. She stayed as passive as she could, breathing slightly erractic, wondering vaguely if Medusa knew just how long it had been since she'd had a woman this close.
And even with how utterly inhuman she felt, it was impossible for her to ignore how much of a woman Medusa was.
"...Someone hurt you, didn't they?"
The hasty "No" on Azula's part did nothing to block the phantom pain of knuckles landing against her pressure points, the cold steel of the Boiling Rock against her cheek as she lay helpless on the ground... Ty Lee throwing her lot in with that whore--
"My my, how sad," Medusa smirked, eyes smoldering as her fingers unlatched armor bit by bit, falling away from Azula as she was led somewhere so slowly she barely reacted, like a gentle nudge pulling her off a precipice. "...Not just any 'someone,' was it? Someone you actually cared about..."
"I'd think twice before you even think about finishing that absur--"
"Someone you loved," Medusa finished with a nonchalant grin, completely unphased by Azula's sudden flash of anger, "...even if you refused to believe it yourself. And when you needed her the most, she stabbed you in the back. Or am I wrong?"
Azula glared at the older woman as hard as she could, but couldn't bring herself to deny it. It was true, all of it. Mai, she should have anticipated she'd do something like that over her pathetic infatuation with Zuzu, but... not her. Not ever her. Almost against her own instincts and intelligence, she'd actually trusted Ty Lee. And look what that had done for her.
For her part, Medusa only laughed as her emotions churned.
"Poor thing... so much power, so much potential... and yet so much to learn."
Azula had forgotten about the divan until a low cushion pressed into the back of her legs, and it suddenly occured to her that Medusa had her trapped. All the same, she didn't resist, and Medusa seemed to take that as consent on her part.
"...You still haven't told me why you're doing this."
"Hmm?" Medusa hummed with vague interest, pressing the armorless but still clothed Azula firmly down and onto the lounge chair.
"You're helping me because you want something," Azula growled, trying to ignore the fingertips brushing against the underside of her breast, the way Medusa opened her outfit just enough to hint at the creamy skin and luscious curves underneath. "Y-you wouldn't have put in so much effort to my recouperation otherwise."
"Simple," the witch said casually, slipping off her robe inch by inch, just enough to keep Azula's attention as she climbed onto the lounge herself, straddling the younger girl. "You want revenge. To make everyone who turned on you suffer, to reclaim what's yours. Not only do I understand that... but I can help you get it."
And then she pressed herself full against the prone Azula, pressing her into the rich satin cushion, flawless pale skin smashed against the red-and-yellow uniform, and Azula felt a sigh slip out from her lips, unbidden.
"But first," she purred into the former Princess' ear, a hand sliding down her fabric-covered belly until it found the waistline of her leggings, "...I have to make you stronger."
Azula didn't have a chance to protest, to voice her suspicion, to remark that Medusa hadn't come close to answering her question, before she felt a finger rubbing against her clit, pointed teeth biting hard into her neck. She gasped, strangely voiceless as Medusa's fingers slipped lower, her teeth digging in harder, her hands making a half-hearted effort to resist before Medusa pinned them both above her head with a single palm, never letting up in her ministrations for a moment. She winced at the unmistakable feel of the skin at her neck being broken, right at the convergence of her collarbone and larynx, a sudden unmistakable lightheadedness sweeping over her as Medusa's tongue lapped eagerly at the spot she was bleeding.
For her part, Azula was at a loss-- when she'd been with girls before, it was always her indisputably in control, either Ty Lee or some hapless servant girl beneath her, writhing and shaking and subject to her every slightest inclination.
But Medusa was radically different, confident and powerful and knowledgable in a way that could only be gained with experience, with age. And oh Agni, the way her fingers moved, the way she wasn't afraid to hurt her just a little bit-- something sweet, gentle Ty Lee would never have done... nevermind how long it had been, she was amazed to have lasted as briefly as she did before her thighs curled around the witch's hand, her body arching against full breasts and toned muscle, her thoughts on the brink of exploding into nothingness--
But instead of going over the edge, Medusa slowed down, a wicked smile on her lips as Azula's eyes widened incredulously, her hips rocking slightly to get the witch's fingers in deeper but she simply teased out of her reach every time.
"You feel that?" Medusa whispered, yellow eyes glittering haughtily, as if she was loving the sight of Azula so clearly desperate for her to continue. "...That gnawing discomfort in your stomach, the way your head spins like a top?"
Azula panted, the very sensations Medusa described overwhelming her as she teetered on the brink of orgasm, the dull sting of bite marks and teasing fingers and teeth against her earlobe all melting together...
"Insanity," the witch chuckled, using the word as if it were not merely a state of mind but an active, prevalent force to be controlled and manipulated, like the Four Elements. "...You've tasted it, but there's so many applications... so many uses... so much power beyond what you realize."
Her words were subtle, honey-coated but poisonous underneath, but as she was right now Azula could barely find the will to deny them... much less resist.
"...Would you like me to... instruct you in the finer points?"
"Y-yes. Oh Agni, yes."
The victorious smile on Medusa's face, accompanied by her fingers driving into her hard and her thumb smashing against her clit, told Azula that she'd just been led right into a trap.
But at that moment, powerful lips sealing over hers and her awareness fading into white static, Azula didn't care.