"Long, I... I love you... If you betray my feelings in any way, I will kill you. Be sure of that, Long."
I flinched, but not from fear. And not even because Azula squeezed her hand at the end, her nails digging into my skin and drawing beads of blood. No, it was something else entirely. My body jerked in surprise. For a few seconds, I was lost, trying to process the Princess's words, her peculiar confession.
Bewilderment. I rarely experience it. Over my countless lives, I have learned a great deal and acquired a truly colossal amount of experience, making it incredibly difficult to surprise me. I am capable of being stunned for a moment, but only when I know numerous solutions to a single problem and cannot choose the optimal one. But simply out of surprise...
The fact was that I had deliberately avoided intimacy with anyone for a very long time. I tried to maintain a wall, even while displaying a sufficiently friendly demeanor to gain some advantage for myself.
Azula's confession threw me off balance because I hadn't heard anything like it in a long time. All this time, I had been preoccupied with attempts at my final demise or chasing after magic. During this period, something nearly incredible had happened: I had almost forgotten certain aspects of life in society. For example, romantic relationships. It was so unusual that someone might love me.
Since one of my prior reincarnations, I have studiously kept my distance from any relatives. It was easier for both them and me in the future. Any family for me was simply a launchpad into a new world. I did not strive to be a good son or grandson. I understood that my paths would quickly diverge from my family the moment I became more or less an adult. Therefore, I wanted them not to become too attached to me.
The attachment of my current body's mother significantly weakened when she learned her son was a Firebender. And in a way, I was grateful for that. It is simply impossible not to return affection to people who sincerely care for and love you. And for me, any attachment is primarily associated with the pain of parting. No one in any universe has ever been able to follow me, nor have I been able to return to a past world and the loved ones I left behind after a new reincarnation. I was simply tired of it. Therefore, I did not wish to love or be loved by anyone.
But then again, I could simulate love. So well that any actor would seem pale and deceitful compared to me. And I would do it, again, to obtain something I needed.
Did I feel any genuine emotion for Princess Azula? Only admiration for her mastery of Firebending, her intelligence, and her willpower. There was definitely sympathy, but it was not love in the slightest. Fortunately, judging by Azula's current demeanor, it was clear that she didn't need a mutual confession right now. She simply wanted to give her love. I would pretend to accept her feelings and use the Princess to acquire knowledge of magic.
Azula became an incredibly valuable resource in an instant. Her importance in my eyes skyrocketed. And since that was the case, I should take even greater care of her. Indulge her. Give her what the Princess so desperately wants and craves.
During my contemplation, she managed to pull away from me. To sit up straight. But her eyes were carefully watching me. I reached out my hand toward her. My fingers barely touched the Princess's face. Azula, like a tender kitten, closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against my palm, holding it there with her own hand.
Now, my palm rested over hers. The grip on my neck loosened until the Princess completely released it. But I didn't let her take her hand away. I kissed the back of her palm, then interlaced our fingers. Azula herself continued to sit with her eyes closed, holding my palm against her cheek. Her face was slowly turning red, and her breathing became deeper.
I changed my posture. I sat up directly in front of Azula. My palm slid down her cheek to her chin. Grabbing it, I lifted it slightly. Azula calmly allowed me to do this. I traced my thumb along her plump lips, which, as always, were painted with crimson lipstick. Painted by me, in fact. But I had never touched the Princess's face like this before. There had always been some object between us for applying or removing makeup. I liked Azula's skin. It was smooth. I wondered if it was smooth everywhere.
I lowered my hand and wrapped my arm around the Princess's waist.
"Yes, Long..." she whispered.
I leaned in even closer to her. We could feel each other's breath. I touched the corner of Azula's lips with mine. At first, a shudder ran through her body. My hand on her waist clearly felt it. But immediately afterward, the Princess nearly purred. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"More," Azula soundlessly requested with her lips alone.
I kissed her again. But this time, directly on the lips. Princess Azula was in no hurry to pull away, as she had been in the Cave of Two Lovers. No, she was savoring every moment of this kiss with pleasure. But if Azula had been content to be led up until this moment, now she was heating up intensely. She wanted to take the initiative. To be the leader, rather than obediently waiting for something from me. Quite unexpectedly, her tongue entered my mouth. Azula opened her eyes wide. They burned with a fire of mischief and lust. Our tongues intertwined, but Azula was still leading. She had experience in this matter, which I had gifted her not long ago.
Her palm firmly pressed against my chest. The Princess wanted me to lie back down on the bed. The kiss ended. A small thread of saliva briefly formed between us, which soon broke. Azula paused for a second, unsure what she wanted to do next. But then she grabbed the collar of my clothing with both hands, leaned in, and kissed me again. Even more aggressively than before.
Feeling the Princess's hips against my groin, I began to get aroused. My hands started gliding over Azula's smooth thighs. Realizing that she was allowing me to go further, I slowly slipped my palms under her red robe and started moving upward. Eventually, my hands found the Princess's round, succulent buttocks, which I soon began to knead. Not without pleasure.
Azula moaned directly into my mouth. Her gaze made it clear that she was intensely aroused. Her eyes no longer held just lust, but full-blown desire. The Princess even began to unconsciously rub her groin against mine. And soon, her patience ran out. Azula broke the kiss. One of her hands lay on my chest, seemingly holding me in place, while the other began to roughly untie the belt of her robe.
The robe was finally parted. Azula, with a satisfied smile, displayed her trained body to me. I could clearly see the outline of her muscles, but this did not make the Princess any less feminine. Especially considering the weighty arguments that were tightly bound by a special short tank top, the local substitute for a bra.
After confirming that I had appreciated her appearance, Azula continued. She lifted herself up and pulled down my pants along with my underwear. Her gaze focused on my hardness for a few seconds. The Princess swallowed, simply pushed her wet panties aside, grabbed my member with her free hand, and began to slowly sit down on it.
She was rushing. Before the head could even touch her lips, the hymen was torn. I felt blood run down the shaft. Azula herself, despite the pain that made her close her eyes, continued to settle herself down. Soon, my member was fully squeezed by the Princess's hot core. Although it clearly took effort for her.
Azula hunched over, clenched her fists, and almost collapsed onto me. Moisture gathered in the corners of the Princess's closed eyes. I stroked her cheek. She relaxed slightly. At the very least, her hands were no longer so tense.
"The process was described with completely different sensations in Mother's trashy novels," Azula opened her eyes and gave a crooked smile. "But do you like it, Long?"
"Yes, but you shouldn't have rushed so much, Princess."
I touched her cheek again. Her desire to dominate was slightly disrupted, so she once again rubbed against my palm like a kitten. I grabbed her chin and pulled her toward me. Azula became compliant again. We melted into a kiss once more, but before that, I asked the Princess to trust me, to allow me to be the leader, the guide of the process, this time. She responded to my request with a nod.
During the kiss, my hands began to roam over Azula's body, stroking her in various places. Her arousal gradually started to return. But this time, she truly didn't rush. My palms again rested on her hips. I made her lift slightly, and then lower again. Azula was still experiencing pain. But this was our first time, so she should be left with good impressions. One of my palms slipped forward. To her core. Thrusting my fingers under Azula's panties, which made her gasp in surprise, I touched her lower lips. Soon, I started rubbing them slowly. Suddenly, one of my fingers slipped under them and touched the bead. A sensual moan instantly escaped Azula:
"Ah!"
I made Azula lift slightly once more, and then settle back down, all the while not forgetting to rub her clitoris, which, after a few seconds of stimulation, finally emerged from its hiding place. The Princess's moans became more frequent and louder.
"Yes! Ah... This... this is more like... Ah... the descriptions from Mother's books," the Princess shared her impressions, breaking the kiss.
Very soon, Azula suddenly arched her back, forcing me to hold her so she wouldn't simply fall off. She squeezed me powerfully below and... relaxed, tiredly falling onto my chest.
But the Princess's exhaustion was deceptive. I could feel that she was craving more. I asked her to lift her arms and stand up slightly. She did so with a lazy expression, and soon the tank top covering the Princess's chest was removed. Azula immediately lay back down afterward. She was unconcerned by her naked breasts, which were now pleasantly pressing against me.
Azula boasted a confident C-cup size. The tank top had been very tight, effectively concealing the Princess's assets.
When Azula kissed me on the cheek and slowly began to re-mount my member, I realized she had rested enough. I gently pushed her so that Azula herself ended up on the bed. Soon, I was hovering above her. We had completely switched positions.
I withdrew from her, which the Princess did not appreciate.
"It will be more comfortable without them," I said, removing her panties.
And then I entered Azula again with pleasure. She began to moan almost instantly. The second round brought her far more pleasure, even without additional stimulation. Entering the Princess, I watched as her breasts, with their mischievously erect nipples, swayed provocatively. Therefore, my palms soon found their way to the two hills. My fingers immediately sank into them.
But the Princess did not want to simply enjoy the process. Her hands, like mine recently, began to roam over my body, gradually removing my clothes. I ended up only in my dropped pants.
Azula's feeling hands soon stopped. Sex had completely consumed her. The Princess's legs hugged and crossed behind me. Her hands initially wandered across the bed, starting to crumple the linens in moments when pleasure overwhelmed her. But after a while, they found their way to my back, digging into it with sharp nails or leaving bloody scratches.
My fists braced against the bed. I accelerated. Azula let out several loud moans and almost completely hung onto me, burying her face in my neck. A few more thrusts, and we reached orgasm almost simultaneously. My seed spilled into the Princess's depths.
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