Chapter 194: Camp of Lust (4)
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Chapter 194: Camp of Lust (4)Chapter 194: Camp of Lust (4)
As Ursa stated, despite their outward nature, Zuko and Azula are opposites. While Zuko is quick to anger and agreement, Azula held on to her grudges real well. And even if she quivered at the thought of Nik, she found Mai's dull face a blasphemy to her existence and the knife-wielder's sins were too much to be ignored. Mai did all but force her on someone else. She planted that sick mark on her crotch, forced her naked, had her eat out one creamed cunt no matter how delicious, and then left her there.
Azula never forgets and she certainly always lies. So, when she said she would be fine with Mai, it was a lie.
Staring into the tawny eyes of the whorish daughter who loved seeing her mother fucked till she sported a silly smile with her regal pupils, Azula's lips tugged to smirk, her arms crossing under her breasts that almost caused her assets to spill out of the thin tub-shaped top that only really was there to cover her nipples.
"And, that's why you called me here? For a rematch?" Mai questioned with an impassive expression. Like Michi, Mai wore an outfit in the shades of maroon and grey. Unlike Michi, Mai resorted to wearing a longer skirt that at least reached the middle length of her toned thighs. Mai, of course, didn't mind her mother's interest in slightly more revealing outfits. If anything, she was happy that her mother wasn't forced by conventions to wear what she didn't like and Nik certainly didn't have a tiny heart to feel weird about it... in fact, she had seen the outfits he originally wanted them to wear and...
Ironically, only Azula was in that slutty outfit.
"A rematch? Of course, not, Dear Mai~" Azula brushed her hand in the air idly with a dismissive gesture and purred, "I plan to destroy you. And when I do, you will plant yourself with that sick totem of yours before licking my feet!"
"You mean this?" Mai looked down as a crimson womb, a comically heart-shaped mark, appeared over the flat of her crotch as she lowered her skirt and panties slightly to give Azula the full view.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Azula was instantly put into a bad mood. Her excitement of defeating Mai almost razed to the ground as Mai shrugged and continued, "I don't have any weapons on me, what did you expect?" Her disinterested tone itched and scratched at Azula's heart, "Besides, I know I will win with weapons. One pointed knife in your head and you die. I can rarely go all out in spars because my strength lies in my deadliness. Oh, and I am only explaining all this because you certainly seem like the kind of woman to be as sore about losing as you are in getting pounded."
"That's it!" Growling in reply and finding Mai more repulsive than ever, she goaded, "You and me, only fists! Or is that too much for you, too? Don't worry, in return for setting your face straight, I'll leave that tattooed pussy of yours."
Mai blinked and looked thoughtful before shaking her head, "Why today of all day?... I was having such a good rest at that..." she drawled lazily.
"Why not today?" Azula smirked. Of course, she knew her capabilities well. When they were young, Azula, Mai... and THAT annoying bendable critter were part of the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, and there, to train the most admirable of noblewomen were many electives ranging from something as artistic as painting and music to as deadly as wielding knife and fire bending training. Azula and Mai turned to the latter.
And it was made painfully clear to Azula that with or without her weapon, Mai was deadly. Trained.
And she wasn't.
Training with Iroh was a godsend as she learned aspects of combat not available on the streets and when matched with her brutal experience, Azula was now finally a worthy adversary. That is WHY Azula chose to find Mai alone now and not before. And when it just came to a fist fight... Azula's lips curled confidently.
"Fine... but how do I know that you won't use firebending?" Mai inquired with a strange gaze as Azula puffed her breasts out, her tone mockingly encouraging Mai, "Oh, Mai, to think you would have such fears against someone you won already. Maybe that's the difference between you and me. To be precise, a forgettable sideshow and princess~!"
Mai shrugged in response. If anything, verbal arguments rarely brought any reaction from her unless it was something she considered personal and a spar with Azula was far from it.
They readied themselves once Mai agreed. Azula chose a distant location because their clothes were not averse to a wardrobe malfunction and when it was just the two of them, Azula figured that no matter how scanty their condition gets, the fight, at least, won't stop until the opponent gives up, or in this case, Mai.
Not to let any festive trash talk stop them from beating one another, Mai and Azula only needed another fall of a leaf to rush in each other's direction. They did agree to a fistfight but that did not mean it would turn out to be a brawl. Their charge came to a slow stop as they silently gauged each other's patterns with a jab here and a low kick there. Rushing and being impatient may just give the other party a chance at counterattack and even if their fight wasn't as flashy as it would be when they use knives and flames... it did not mean the intensity was any less.
Fists hurt. Period.
Azula's breath hitched when she felt a warm stream of energy trickle into her systems. She was about to resist it when Mai's cold voice finally made the reality sink in.
"You lost... if you resist it... I won't mind slicing just the right side of your neck to let you writhe in pain until Yue heals you."
She lost. And to her own pattern. Indeed, as Mai stated, she always lies. Fuck! To be defeated because of her own tendencies!
"Hmm? Did I miss something?"
A chortle chanced upon their disheveled and half-naked state as Mai's expression lit up slightly and Azula heard her murmur, "Lucky bastard..."
While she got marked by Mai's debauched totem. For how long this time, Azula didn't know. After all, she did claim that she would bestow great humiliation on the opponent and now that she had lost, Azula had no delusions about what may await her...
But when she was 'reluctantly' ready to get her walls spread and her womb pumped with hot, filling seed. To be pinned against the wall and pounded constantly till she breaks or the tree... Nik 'fortunately' had a better idea.
'Damn it... ehm, no, it's better this way... I may not be humiliated this time...' Azula thought internally. Unknown to her, Nik was quite eager to actually help with punishment and had just the right situation and when she heard it, Azula's scowl deepened.
But she lost.
Thus... as reluctant as she was, she agreed... fully knowing that if this request was placed by Mai, Azula would have fought her the next second. Only HE gets to make things this personal... and this exciting.
***
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Chapter 194: Camp of Lust (4)Chapter 194: Camp of Lust (4)
As Ursa stated, despite their outward nature, Zuko and Azula are opposites. While Zuko is quick to anger and agreement, Azula held on to her grudges real well. And even if she quivered at the thought of Nik, she found Mai's dull face a blasphemy to her existence and the knife-wielder's sins were too much to be ignored. Mai did all but force her on someone else. She planted that sick mark on her crotch, forced her naked, had her eat out one creamed cunt no matter how delicious, and then left her there.
Azula never forgets and she certainly always lies. So, when she said she would be fine with Mai, it was a lie.
Staring into the tawny eyes of the whorish daughter who loved seeing her mother fucked till she sported a silly smile with her regal pupils, Azula's lips tugged to smirk, her arms crossing under her breasts that almost caused her assets to spill out of the thin tub-shaped top that only really was there to cover her nipples.
"And, that's why you called me here? For a rematch?" Mai questioned with an impassive expression. Like Michi, Mai wore an outfit in the shades of maroon and grey. Unlike Michi, Mai resorted to wearing a longer skirt that at least reached the middle length of her toned thighs. Mai, of course, didn't mind her mother's interest in slightly more revealing outfits. If anything, she was happy that her mother wasn't forced by conventions to wear what she didn't like and Nik certainly didn't have a tiny heart to feel weird about it... in fact, she had seen the outfits he originally wanted them to wear and...
Ironically, only Azula was in that slutty outfit.
"A rematch? Of course, not, Dear Mai~" Azula brushed her hand in the air idly with a dismissive gesture and purred, "I plan to destroy you. And when I do, you will plant yourself with that sick totem of yours before licking my feet!"
"You mean this?" Mai looked down as a crimson womb, a comically heart-shaped mark, appeared over the flat of her crotch as she lowered her skirt and panties slightly to give Azula the full view.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Azula was instantly put into a bad mood. Her excitement of defeating Mai almost razed to the ground as Mai shrugged and continued, "I don't have any weapons on me, what did you expect?" Her disinterested tone itched and scratched at Azula's heart, "Besides, I know I will win with weapons. One pointed knife in your head and you die. I can rarely go all out in spars because my strength lies in my deadliness. Oh, and I am only explaining all this because you certainly seem like the kind of woman to be as sore about losing as you are in getting pounded."
"That's it!" Growling in reply and finding Mai more repulsive than ever, she goaded, "You and me, only fists! Or is that too much for you, too? Don't worry, in return for setting your face straight, I'll leave that tattooed pussy of yours."
Mai blinked and looked thoughtful before shaking her head, "Why today of all day?... I was having such a good rest at that..." she drawled lazily.
"Why not today?" Azula smirked. Of course, she knew her capabilities well. When they were young, Azula, Mai... and THAT annoying bendable critter were part of the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, and there, to train the most admirable of noblewomen were many electives ranging from something as artistic as painting and music to as deadly as wielding knife and fire bending training. Azula and Mai turned to the latter.
And it was made painfully clear to Azula that with or without her weapon, Mai was deadly. Trained.
And she wasn't.
Training with Iroh was a godsend as she learned aspects of combat not available on the streets and when matched with her brutal experience, Azula was now finally a worthy adversary. That is WHY Azula chose to find Mai alone now and not before. And when it just came to a fist fight... Azula's lips curled confidently.
"Fine... but how do I know that you won't use firebending?" Mai inquired with a strange gaze as Azula puffed her breasts out, her tone mockingly encouraging Mai, "Oh, Mai, to think you would have such fears against someone you won already. Maybe that's the difference between you and me. To be precise, a forgettable sideshow and princess~!"
Mai shrugged in response. If anything, verbal arguments rarely brought any reaction from her unless it was something she considered personal and a spar with Azula was far from it.
They readied themselves once Mai agreed. Azula chose a distant location because their clothes were not averse to a wardrobe malfunction and when it was just the two of them, Azula figured that no matter how scanty their condition gets, the fight, at least, won't stop until the opponent gives up, or in this case, Mai.
Not to let any festive trash talk stop them from beating one another, Mai and Azula only needed another fall of a leaf to rush in each other's direction. They did agree to a fistfight but that did not mean it would turn out to be a brawl. Their charge came to a slow stop as they silently gauged each other's patterns with a jab here and a low kick there. Rushing and being impatient may just give the other party a chance at counterattack and even if their fight wasn't as flashy as it would be when they use knives and flames... it did not mean the intensity was any less.
Fists hurt. Period.
Azula's breath hitched when she felt a warm stream of energy trickle into her systems. She was about to resist it when Mai's cold voice finally made the reality sink in.
"You lost... if you resist it... I won't mind slicing just the right side of your neck to let you writhe in pain until Yue heals you."
She lost. And to her own pattern. Indeed, as Mai stated, she always lies. Fuck! To be defeated because of her own tendencies!
"Hmm? Did I miss something?"
A chortle chanced upon their disheveled and half-naked state as Mai's expression lit up slightly and Azula heard her murmur, "Lucky bastard..."
While she got marked by Mai's debauched totem. For how long this time, Azula didn't know. After all, she did claim that she would bestow great humiliation on the opponent and now that she had lost, Azula had no delusions about what may await her...
But when she was 'reluctantly' ready to get her walls spread and her womb pumped with hot, filling seed. To be pinned against the wall and pounded constantly till she breaks or the tree... Nik 'fortunately' had a better idea.
'Damn it... ehm, no, it's better this way... I may not be humiliated this time...' Azula thought internally. Unknown to her, Nik was quite eager to actually help with punishment and had just the right situation and when she heard it, Azula's scowl deepened.
But she lost.
Thus... as reluctant as she was, she agreed... fully knowing that if this request was placed by Mai, Azula would have fought her the next second. Only HE gets to make things this personal... and this exciting.
***
If you guys have nothing else to read then do give Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse (oc, harem, partial gamer), Stop it, Bro~ (Baki x One Piece), and Quest Maker (Soul land, not available in qq forums alone) a try~~
***
Shoutout to Dirk Gent Lee, Dwight Christian Nobela, Edwin Gonzalez, Kingsley Darkwah, and Pratik Maheshwari!!
Read 30 advance chapters here—
Patre /Fanharem
And do vote some powerstones~
Join the discord for well... uh, dead chat room~
https : //discord.gg/egdFUe5
Chapter 194: Camp of Lust 4Chapter 194: Camp of Lust 4 As Ursa stated, despite their outward nature, Zuko and Azula are opposites. While Zuko is quick to anger and agreement, Azula held on to her grudges real well. And even if she quivered at the thought of Nik, she found Mai's dull face a blasphemy to her existence and the knife-wielder's sins were too much to be ignored. Mai did all but force her on someone else. She planted that sick mark on her crotch, forced her naked, had her eat out one creamed cunt no matter how delicious, and then left her there. Azula never forgets and she certainly always lies. So, when she said she would be fine with Mai, it was a lie. Staring into the tawny eyes of the whorish daughter who loved seeing her mother fucked till she sported a silly smile with her regal pupils, Azula's lips tugged to smirk, her arms crossing under her breasts that almost caused her assets to spill out of the thin tub-shaped top that only really was there to cover her nipples. "And, that's why you called me here? For a rematch?" Mai questioned with an impassive expression. Like Michi, Mai wore an outfit in the shades of maroon and grey. Unlike Michi, Mai resorted to wearing a longer skirt that at least reached the middle length of her toned thighs. Mai, of course, didn't mind her mother's interest in slightly more revealing outfits. If anything, she was happy that her mother wasn't forced by conventions to wear what she didn't like and Nik certainly didn't have a tiny heart to feel weird about it... in fact, she had seen the outfits he originally wanted them to wear and... Ironically, only Azula was in that slutty outfit. "A rematch? Of course, not, Dear Mai~" Azula brushed her hand in the air idly with a dismissive gesture and purred, "I plan to destroy you. And when I do, you will plant yourself with that sick totem of yours before licking my feet!" "You mean this?" Mai looked down as a crimson womb, a comically heart-shaped mark, appeared over the flat of her crotch as she lowered her skirt and panties slightly to give Azula the full view. "What is the meaning of this?!" Azula was instantly put into a bad mood. Her excitement of defeating Mai almost razed to the ground as Mai shrugged and continued, "I don't have any weapons on me, what did you expect?" Her disinterested tone itched and scratched at Azula's heart, "Besides, I know I will win with weapons. One pointed knife in your head and you die. I can rarely go all out in spars because my strength lies in my deadliness. Oh, and I am only explaining all this because you certainly seem like the kind of woman to be as sore about losing as you are in getting pounded." "That's it!" Growling in reply and finding Mai more repulsive than ever, she goaded, "You and me, only fists! Or is that too much for you, too? Don't worry, in return for setting your face straight, I'll leave that tattooed pussy of yours." Mai blinked and looked thoughtful before shaking her head, "Why today of all day?... I was having such a good rest at that..." she drawled lazily. "Why not today?" Azula smirked. Of course, she knew her capabilities well. When they were young, Azula, Mai... and THAT annoying bendable critter were part of the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, and there, to train the most admirable of noblewomen were many electives ranging from something as artistic as painting and music to as deadly as wielding knife and fire bending training. Azula and Mai turned to the latter. And it was made painfully clear to Azula that with or without her weapon, Mai was deadly. Trained. And she wasn't. Training with Iroh was a godsend as she learned aspects of combat not available on the streets and when matched with her brutal experience, Azula was now finally a worthy adversary. That is WHY Azula chose to find Mai alone now and not before. And when it just came to a fist fight... Azula's lips curled confidently. "Fine... but how do I know that you won't use firebending?" Mai inquired with a strange gaze as Azula puffed her breasts out, her tone mockingly encouraging Mai, "Oh, Mai, to think you would have such fears against someone you won already. Maybe that's the difference between you and me. To be precise, a forgettable sideshow and princess~!" Mai shrugged in response. If anything, verbal arguments rarely brought any reaction from her unless it was something she considered personal and a spar with Azula was far from it. They readied themselves once Mai agreed. Azula chose a distant location because their clothes were not averse to a wardrobe malfunction and when it was just the two of them, Azula figured that no matter how scanty their condition gets, the fight, at least, won't stop until the opponent gives up, or in this case, Mai. Not to let any festive trash talk stop them from beating one another, Mai and Azula only needed another fall of a leaf to rush in each other's direction. They did agree to a fistfight but that did not mean it would turn out to be a brawl. Their charge came to a slow stop as they silently gauged each other's patterns with a jab here and a low kick there. Rushing and being impatient may just give the other party a chance at counterattack and even if their fight wasn't as flashy as it would be when they use knives and flames... it did not mean the intensity was any less. Fists hurt. Period. Azula's breath hitched when she felt a warm stream of energy trickle into her systems. She was about to resist it when Mai's cold voice finally made the reality sink in. "You lost... if you resist it... I won't mind slicing just the right side of your neck to let you writhe in pain until Yue heals you." She lost. And to her own pattern. Indeed, as Mai stated, she always lies. Fuck! To be defeated because of her own tendencies! "Hmm? Did I miss something?" A chortle chanced upon their disheveled and half-naked state as Mai's expression lit up slightly and Azula heard her murmur, "Lucky bastard..." While she got marked by Mai's debauched totem. For how long this time, Azula didn't know. After all, she did claim that she would bestow great humiliation on the opponent and now that she had lost, Azula had no delusions about what may await her... But when she was 'reluctantly' ready to get her walls spread and her womb pumped with hot, filling seed. To be pinned against the wall and pounded constantly till she breaks or the tree... Nik 'fortunately' had a better idea. 'Damn it... ehm, no, it's better this way... I may not be humiliated this time...' Azula thought internally. Unknown to her, Nik was quite eager to actually help with punishment and had just the right situation and when she heard it, Azula's scowl deepened. But she lost. Thus... as reluctant as she was, she agreed... fully knowing that if this request was placed by Mai, Azula would have fought her the next second. Only HE gets to make things this personal... and this exciting. *** If you guys have nothing else to read then do give Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse oc, harem, partial gamer, Stop it, Bro~ Baki x One Piece, and Quest Maker Soul land, not available in qq forums alone a try~~ *** Shoutout to Dirk Gent Lee, Dwight Christian Nobela, Edwin Gonzalez, Kingsley Darkwah, and Pratik Maheshwari!! Read 30 advance chapters here Patre /Fanharem And do vote some powerstones~ Join the discord for well... uh, dead chat room~ https : //discord.gg/egdFUe5
