Fic: Finding A Way (NC) Part 1, Ch 5
Title: Finding A Way
Author: dark_malignity
Rating: NC16
Main Characters: Mai, Zuko, Azula
Supporting Characters: Ty Lee, Iroh, the gAang.
Pairing: Mai/Zuko
Pairings:Katara/Aang, Sokka/Suki. Absolutely minute traces of Zuko/Katara if you squint like mad and turn your head sideways.
Warnings: Spoilers to the end of the series. Occasional foul language.(highlight to reveal) Graphic foreplay, dry humping, oral sex, concubinage, implied S/M, relatively graphic birth sequence.
Summary: Zuko wants to get married, but Mai is reluctant because all signs point to a possibility of her being barren. Her rejection hurts and baffles him until she eventually comes clean. Together, they embark on an extensive, five-year search for a solution that would involve everything from concubinage, to ritual superstition, to rediscovering lost fire bending lore.
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Chapter 5
Their sex that night was explosive. It had started early on, while their friends were still around, when he had touched her neck and murmured sweetly into her ear. At first, it was innocent enough, but then he had leaned over and whispered just four words - four breathy words - and suddenly, everything had changed.
“How wet are you?”
When his lips returned, she nearly gasped. The tickling sensation had vanished, leaving something so much more intense in its place. She never would have thought that his breath, hot against her ear, would send such tingles through her spine. Never would have guessed that his lips, grazing gently against her earlobe, would remind her of his mouth against her wetness, that those words would cause her mind to amplify his every move, until she trembled with suppressed longing.
It was mind-blowing, how different things were. The six months apart had changed him somewhat, and now he was surer of himself than ever. He would never have known to pull a stunt like that before. And even if he knew, Mai was quite positive that he would never have dared.
But he truly had changed. She had not noticed it at first, but there was that extra something in the set of his shoulders, in the gleam of his eyes, that spoke of confident self-assuredness. She wondered, briefly, what had brought it on, before remembering how much he had previously relied on both her and his uncle for direction. With neither of them by his side to molly coddle him, he would have been forced to come to recognize and have faith in his own abilities.
Even after they were alone, he remained gentle, and surprisingly so. Their pleasure-seeking had always been many things: smug, hungry, teasing, even taunting as they each strove to dominate the other, and she was completely unused to such feathery touches. It disoriented her, but when she looked searchingly at him, he merely rested his hand lightly over her eyes until her eyelids fluttered shut.
Mai shuddered at the experience. She had bound his eyes before, but never had her own sense of sight taken away; had never felt the anticipatory tingle running through her veins as she waited for his touch, and it was not long before her lips parted to emit soft, trembling pants.
Still, Zuko took his time, patiently mapping the contours of her body, studying her as if she were a text to decode, noting the changes to her breathing as he explored every inch of skin, and repeated the things that pleased her until she felt like she would burst.
When at last, his fingers brushed her nipples, she yelped in surprise. She had touched herself often enough to know how sensitive she was there, but she had never once realized that without a partnering hand offering some much-needed pressure between legs, the sensation could be so damn painful.
He touched her again, and this time, she gasped and clamped her legs together, desperately trying to alleviate the throbbing, before curling up on her side.
As if reading her mind, Zuko enfolded her reassuringly with his arms. “Tell me how you feel” his voice whispered in her ear, smug and promising, before resuming his gentle stroking, this time on her upper arm.
“Hurts,” she trembled.
“When I touch you there?” he continued, and grazed her just beneath her right nipple. Mai sucked in a breath, and nodded.
And then, unexpectedly, he leaned closer. “Good hurt?” he murmured huskily, teasingly, in the deepest voice she had ever heard. Instantly, a terrible shiver rocked through her body, leaving her breathless in its wake.
Yes, it hurt. But oh god, it was good.
When she felt his knee nudge her legs apart, she let out a breathy moan and spread herself out for him, then waited in pained expectation while her mind raced with dirty thoughts. How would he touch her? With his hand? His fingers? His tongue? His cock? Against her will, she whimpered. Where was he? And why, oh why was he taking so long when she so obviously needed him now?
Good god, she needed him so urgently, so badly, needed him to sooth the pulsating agony that burned between her legs and made her frenzied with lust, so how could he be planting soft kisses along her thigh instead? Frustrated, she arched her hips, urging him closer to where she ached the most.
When he finally pulled off her panties, Mai felt a subtle change. Curiously, she cracked open her eyes and what she saw made her want to laugh. How could she even begin to describe the sight of him blinking dumbly at her sex?
Sensing her eyes on him, Zuko looked up wryly. “That’s a lot of stuff,” he chuckled, then bent over to inspect the folds of her skin more closely. “Mine’s simpler.”
And Mai laughed. “That’s because you’re a boy, dumbass,” she teased. “Boys are always simpler. In every way possible.”
Zuko merely made a face and returned to his investigation, looking for all the world like a kid in a candy store. “Which was the bit that throbbed?” he asked innocently.
Mai blushed and looked away, hoping that he would drop the subject, but her embarrassment was too perfect for words. Smirking in delight, Zuko crawled up until his face was level with hers, and repeated the question while fondling her breasts. She hissed and writhed, but she stayed stubbornly silent until he sucked one of her nubs into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. And then, she was all too desperate to tell him where she burned.
The moment his fingers grazed the top of her clit, however, she hissed and knocked him away, much to their mutual surprise.
“How could that hurt?” he grumbled, somewhat affronted. “Isn’t that the same bump I always touch?”
“I don’t know,” Mai breathed. “Maybe through the cloth, it’s different?”
Frowningly, Zuko tried again, this time avoiding the sensitive tip and concentrating instead on pinching the more skin-covered sides. Much to his glee, he was rewarded with a throaty groan.
“Better?”
“Oh, so much,” Mai signed, and shut her eyes as a delightful warmth flooded her veins. Already, she could feel the heat building.
All too soon, his fingers left the spot to roam across her sex, as he familiarized himself with this newer portion of her body.
“What’s this?” he asked, fingering her inner folds.
“I don’t know,” she snapped impatiently, unable to keep the crossness out of her voice. “It’s not like I have a damn mirror. You’re the one with a better view, you tell me!”
Infuriatingly, Zuko chucked and continued to play with her. Slowly but surely, his touch drifted lower and lower, until it reached the base of her sex. “Oh. So this is where the wetness comes from. I guess this is also where --” he breathed, and tickled her, then stopped abruptly, and swallowed hard, for -all unplanned -a stray finger had slipped into the tightness of her heat.
For a moment, they both stilled, from the unexpectedness of the act and the unfamiliarity of the sensation. Then slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips in anticipation and pushed his finger deeper.
Mai winced. It felt so weird. And uncomfortable. Part of her wished he would stop: he was stretching her so hard, but there simply wasn’t any room...
After what felt like an eternity, he drew out and held out his hand. At first, she looked at him blankly, before realisation dawned. It had felt like he was stretching her to tearing. In reality, he had hardly gone past the first finger joint.
“Is this right?” he asked uncertainly, after an unsuccessful second try.
“How am I supposed to know!” she hissed, hiding her nervousness behind a veneer of frustration. “Haven’t you got any experience?”
“No!”
“And you think I do?”
Zuko chuckled wryly at the irony. “Can you believe it? All this waiting, and I get half a finger.” He shook his head incredulously, and laughed again, before cradling her in his arms.
“I suppose you can just go for it,” she replied doubtfully.
“What?” he cried, panicking. “Even if it hurts? What if I tear something?”
And Mai laughed. He was such a dork at times. “It’s supposed to be difficult right, at first? And then it gets easier? Well, let’s just get the difficult bit over and done with, and then... well... then maybe we can have our fun.”
======= End of Part I =======
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Author: dark_malignity
Rating: NC16
Main Characters: Mai, Zuko, Azula
Supporting Characters: Ty Lee, Iroh, the gAang.
Pairing: Mai/Zuko
Pairings:Katara/Aang, Sokka/Suki. Absolutely minute traces of Zuko/Katara if you squint like mad and turn your head sideways.
Warnings: Spoilers to the end of the series. Occasional foul language.(highlight to reveal) Graphic foreplay, dry humping, oral sex, concubinage, implied S/M, relatively graphic birth sequence.
Summary: Zuko wants to get married, but Mai is reluctant because all signs point to a possibility of her being barren. Her rejection hurts and baffles him until she eventually comes clean. Together, they embark on an extensive, five-year search for a solution that would involve everything from concubinage, to ritual superstition, to rediscovering lost fire bending lore.
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Chapter 5
Their sex that night was explosive. It had started early on, while their friends were still around, when he had touched her neck and murmured sweetly into her ear. At first, it was innocent enough, but then he had leaned over and whispered just four words - four breathy words - and suddenly, everything had changed.
“How wet are you?”
When his lips returned, she nearly gasped. The tickling sensation had vanished, leaving something so much more intense in its place. She never would have thought that his breath, hot against her ear, would send such tingles through her spine. Never would have guessed that his lips, grazing gently against her earlobe, would remind her of his mouth against her wetness, that those words would cause her mind to amplify his every move, until she trembled with suppressed longing.
It was mind-blowing, how different things were. The six months apart had changed him somewhat, and now he was surer of himself than ever. He would never have known to pull a stunt like that before. And even if he knew, Mai was quite positive that he would never have dared.
But he truly had changed. She had not noticed it at first, but there was that extra something in the set of his shoulders, in the gleam of his eyes, that spoke of confident self-assuredness. She wondered, briefly, what had brought it on, before remembering how much he had previously relied on both her and his uncle for direction. With neither of them by his side to molly coddle him, he would have been forced to come to recognize and have faith in his own abilities.
Even after they were alone, he remained gentle, and surprisingly so. Their pleasure-seeking had always been many things: smug, hungry, teasing, even taunting as they each strove to dominate the other, and she was completely unused to such feathery touches. It disoriented her, but when she looked searchingly at him, he merely rested his hand lightly over her eyes until her eyelids fluttered shut.
Mai shuddered at the experience. She had bound his eyes before, but never had her own sense of sight taken away; had never felt the anticipatory tingle running through her veins as she waited for his touch, and it was not long before her lips parted to emit soft, trembling pants.
Still, Zuko took his time, patiently mapping the contours of her body, studying her as if she were a text to decode, noting the changes to her breathing as he explored every inch of skin, and repeated the things that pleased her until she felt like she would burst.
When at last, his fingers brushed her nipples, she yelped in surprise. She had touched herself often enough to know how sensitive she was there, but she had never once realized that without a partnering hand offering some much-needed pressure between legs, the sensation could be so damn painful.
He touched her again, and this time, she gasped and clamped her legs together, desperately trying to alleviate the throbbing, before curling up on her side.
As if reading her mind, Zuko enfolded her reassuringly with his arms. “Tell me how you feel” his voice whispered in her ear, smug and promising, before resuming his gentle stroking, this time on her upper arm.
“Hurts,” she trembled.
“When I touch you there?” he continued, and grazed her just beneath her right nipple. Mai sucked in a breath, and nodded.
And then, unexpectedly, he leaned closer. “Good hurt?” he murmured huskily, teasingly, in the deepest voice she had ever heard. Instantly, a terrible shiver rocked through her body, leaving her breathless in its wake.
Yes, it hurt. But oh god, it was good.
When she felt his knee nudge her legs apart, she let out a breathy moan and spread herself out for him, then waited in pained expectation while her mind raced with dirty thoughts. How would he touch her? With his hand? His fingers? His tongue? His cock? Against her will, she whimpered. Where was he? And why, oh why was he taking so long when she so obviously needed him now?
Good god, she needed him so urgently, so badly, needed him to sooth the pulsating agony that burned between her legs and made her frenzied with lust, so how could he be planting soft kisses along her thigh instead? Frustrated, she arched her hips, urging him closer to where she ached the most.
When he finally pulled off her panties, Mai felt a subtle change. Curiously, she cracked open her eyes and what she saw made her want to laugh. How could she even begin to describe the sight of him blinking dumbly at her sex?
Sensing her eyes on him, Zuko looked up wryly. “That’s a lot of stuff,” he chuckled, then bent over to inspect the folds of her skin more closely. “Mine’s simpler.”
And Mai laughed. “That’s because you’re a boy, dumbass,” she teased. “Boys are always simpler. In every way possible.”
Zuko merely made a face and returned to his investigation, looking for all the world like a kid in a candy store. “Which was the bit that throbbed?” he asked innocently.
Mai blushed and looked away, hoping that he would drop the subject, but her embarrassment was too perfect for words. Smirking in delight, Zuko crawled up until his face was level with hers, and repeated the question while fondling her breasts. She hissed and writhed, but she stayed stubbornly silent until he sucked one of her nubs into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. And then, she was all too desperate to tell him where she burned.
The moment his fingers grazed the top of her clit, however, she hissed and knocked him away, much to their mutual surprise.
“How could that hurt?” he grumbled, somewhat affronted. “Isn’t that the same bump I always touch?”
“I don’t know,” Mai breathed. “Maybe through the cloth, it’s different?”
Frowningly, Zuko tried again, this time avoiding the sensitive tip and concentrating instead on pinching the more skin-covered sides. Much to his glee, he was rewarded with a throaty groan.
“Better?”
“Oh, so much,” Mai signed, and shut her eyes as a delightful warmth flooded her veins. Already, she could feel the heat building.
All too soon, his fingers left the spot to roam across her sex, as he familiarized himself with this newer portion of her body.
“What’s this?” he asked, fingering her inner folds.
“I don’t know,” she snapped impatiently, unable to keep the crossness out of her voice. “It’s not like I have a damn mirror. You’re the one with a better view, you tell me!”
Infuriatingly, Zuko chucked and continued to play with her. Slowly but surely, his touch drifted lower and lower, until it reached the base of her sex. “Oh. So this is where the wetness comes from. I guess this is also where --” he breathed, and tickled her, then stopped abruptly, and swallowed hard, for -all unplanned -a stray finger had slipped into the tightness of her heat.
For a moment, they both stilled, from the unexpectedness of the act and the unfamiliarity of the sensation. Then slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips in anticipation and pushed his finger deeper.
Mai winced. It felt so weird. And uncomfortable. Part of her wished he would stop: he was stretching her so hard, but there simply wasn’t any room...
After what felt like an eternity, he drew out and held out his hand. At first, she looked at him blankly, before realisation dawned. It had felt like he was stretching her to tearing. In reality, he had hardly gone past the first finger joint.
“Is this right?” he asked uncertainly, after an unsuccessful second try.
“How am I supposed to know!” she hissed, hiding her nervousness behind a veneer of frustration. “Haven’t you got any experience?”
“No!”
“And you think I do?”
Zuko chuckled wryly at the irony. “Can you believe it? All this waiting, and I get half a finger.” He shook his head incredulously, and laughed again, before cradling her in his arms.
“I suppose you can just go for it,” she replied doubtfully.
“What?” he cried, panicking. “Even if it hurts? What if I tear something?”
And Mai laughed. He was such a dork at times. “It’s supposed to be difficult right, at first? And then it gets easier? Well, let’s just get the difficult bit over and done with, and then... well... then maybe we can have our fun.”
======= End of Part I =======
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