Chapter 1 - Out of the water and into the frying pan

It had been over four years since Avatar Aang defeated the Fire Nation and brought balance to the world. Katara and Aang were both very busy helping to repair all the damage that had been done by the war, so much so that they often had to split up so that Aang could fly somewhere to deal with one crisis while Katara stuck around to handle something else.

Fortunately, Katara was a master waterbender and a legal adult. Taking care of herself was no trouble. Besides, times were peaceful now. So when she went by herself to the Fire Nation for the annual inspection, she knew she had nothing to worry about.

The inspection was the yearly checkup to make sure that the Fire Nation wasn’t rebuilding its military. The nations were at peace now, but there were some special rules to make sure that the Fire Nation only had a military for defense, not aggression. Normally Aang performed the inspection himself, but since he was busy, Katara stepped up to take care of it.

After sailing to the Fire Nation, she disembarked and made her way to the palace. It was already evening by the time she arrived. Servants took her up to her room and told her that the Fire Lord would be in late tonight to speak with her.

It had been a long journey. Katara relaxed by lighting some candles, disrobing, and getting into the bath. She definitely preferred the South Pole, but if there was one thing that was nice about the Fire Nation, it was the hot water baths. She luxuriated in it and let her body unwind. The air in the bathroom filled with steam. Katara closed her eyes and let herself drift off.

Katara ended up dozing in the warm bath, her body and mind relaxing. When she blinked her eyes open, the steamy bathroom was pleasantly dark, lit only by the candles and a bit of moonlight. She yawned and stretched.

“Hello, Katara,” said a sneering voice.

Katara snapped into alertness. Her eyes, rapidly adjusting to the darkness, made out a figure sitting on a stool beside the bath, her sharp, beautiful face lit by candle flame. 

Azula.

“Weren’t expecting me?” said Azula in a falsely bright voice. “Sorry, my brother has been away for such a long time. I’ve been running things instead.”

Katara drew back, her arms folded over her naked chest, staying submerged under the water. “What are you doing here, Azula?”

“Uh, my job?” Azula said, as if it was obvious. “You’re here for the annual inspection, right? I’m your tour guide.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“No, silly, the tour is later. I’m here to check up on you and make sure that you’re perfectly taken care of.”

“While I’m bathing?” Katara said suspiciously. “This is an odd time to show up.”

Azula put her hand over her heart mockingly. “Why, Katara, you wound me. I would never take advantage of you.”

“Yeah, right. You’re not exactly trustworthy, Azula!”

Azula took Katara’s bathrobe and stood up in the center of the bathroom, several paces from the bath holding it out. “Come on, you’ve been in there for ages. We don’t want you turning into a raisin!”

Katara did want to get out of the bath. She didn’t like being in such a vulnerable position with Azula around. But to get out of the bath and reach her robe, she’d have to walk out naked to Azula, who was fully clothed in Fire Nation dress. And as a waterbender, she was safest in water.

But Azula was just standing there, smiling expectantly at her. Katara felt silly just hiding in the bath with her arms covering her chest. She couldn’t show any fear in front of Azula. So Katara got out of the bath slowly, using her arms to cover her breasts and exposed pussy as much as she could without making it obvious what she was doing.

With water dripping down her legs, Katara stepped quickly over to Azula and reached for her robe, but Azula tugged it back. 

“Ah-ah,” she tutted. “I’m your host, so allow me to be hospitable. Turn around.”

Katara didn’t believe for a moment that Azula wasn’t up to something, but she wanted her bathrobe on to cover her more than she wanted to argue. She turned around and held her arms out, allowing Azula to slide the robe onto her.

As soon as she had something to cover her wet body with, Katara turned around, hugging the robe against herself. “Okay, I’m dressed. Are you happy?”

“I’m always happy to see you, Katara,” Azula said. She reached out and snagged Katara’s hand before she could pull away. “Come along and let’s catch up. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Does that mean you’re going to attack me?” Katara said sarcastically as Azula led her out of the bathroom and toward a soft red sofa.

Azula chuckled. “Only if you ask me to.”

They sat down together. Katara wanted plenty of distance between herself and the psycho queen of lightning, but Azula didn’t let them separate, keeping her hand against the side of Katara’s leg the entire time.

Azula made pleasant small-talk, chatting about recent events in the Fire Nation. Katara answered questions about life in the South Pole. Azula was being surprisingly friendly, even if she was completely steering the conversation.

Katara blinked. Azula’s hand was on her knee. When did that happen? She looked up. Azula was smiling at her like a cat. Her fingers slid up Katara’s leg, pulling the bathrobe back to expose the skin of her thigh. Azula’s fingers rested there.

“I’ve always thought you were cute, Katara,” Azula said in the same tone of voice she’d used to comment on the Fire Nation’s recent run of good weather. “Even when I was trying to kill you and your friends, I thought it would be a shame to melt someone so pretty.”

“Oh,” said Katara. Her voice cracked as Azula’s fingers stroked her inner thigh. “Um…thanks for the compliment.”

“Thank you for being here, Katara. You came all this way just to see me.”

“No, I…the inspection….” Katara swallowed. Her body was still warm and relaxed from the long, hot bath. Azula was sitting closer than she remembered, Katara squeezing back against the corner of the sofa. 

Azula laughed. “Oh, that silly thing? Be honest, Katara. You could have sent anyone for that. I know how cold it gets in the South Pole. You need someone who understands you…who feels you…who warms you up.”

Katara was too stunned to move. Azula was facing her on the sofa, a hand cupping her cheek. Katara could feel Azula’s fingertips lightly holding her jaw. 

Katara had never thought about it before, but Azula was beautiful. Her pale skin, her royally coiffed black hair, the inviting, knowing smirk on her face. Her golden-brown eyes were like hypnotic pools. And her hands on her leg and cheek, stroking up her thigh, tickling her skin, were so warm and electric.

They’d been making casual conversation a moment ago. Why were Azula’s lips so close to hers? Why were they so enticing?

“Good girl,” Azula said as Katara closed her eyes and kissed her.

It was on. Katara couldn’t find the strength to resist as Azula turned her to lie down against the armrest, tugging her bathrobe down her shoulders, exposing soft curves of brown cleavage. Katara squirmed, but her arms went limp when Azula seized her wrists and pinned them against the armrest by her head. When Azula moved her hands elsewhere, Katara left her arms where they were.

“Spread those legs, snow angel,” Azula purred, running her hands along Katara’s thighs. 

“Uh…wh-what?” Katara stammered.

“I’m going to finger and eat your cunt, Katara,” Azula said matter-of-factly. “I want to see if South Pole pussy really tastes like whale blubber.”

“Azula!” Katara was wide-eyed with shock, but her open mouth was suddenly filled with Azula’s tongue. She melted like an iceberg, her legs spreading around Azula’s body, her back curving as she instinctively pushed up against the hot firebender on top of her.

Katara knew she needed to resist this, but she couldn’t figure out how to align what her body wanted with what her mind believed. Azula’s lips left steaming kiss marks along her neck, her collar, the tops of her breasts, then her stomach as Azula opened up Katara’s bathrobe further. Katara stretched out unwillingly, her body moving without waiting for her head to make up its mind.

“Azulaaa,” Katara whined, her voice much less stern than she intended it to be. 

Azula paused with her lips against the curve where Katara’s thigh met her stomach. “Yes, my polar princess?”

Katara lined up the words on her tongue. Azula, I don’t know what’s going on or why you’re doing this, but I’m not here to bang the Fire Lord’s sister. You have to stop this right now! I’m going to do the inspection in the morning, and then I’m going home, and that’s that!

But all of those words evaporated off of her tongue when Azula pressed her palm, the soft spot under her thumb, against Katara’s pussy and began to rub. 

Water wasn’t supposed to be weak to fire, but Katara could feel her mind flickering like a lamp as Azula touched her pussy. She had been busy lately. Very busy. Aang was always away, flying around the world to deal with crises. And there was so much to do at the South Pole. There hadn’t been time for herself. Or for girls. Because she was a girl. Not because she wanted to make time for other girls. Even if Azula started doing thaaaAAAAaaaaaaat~

Azula laughed softly, her fingertips brushing Katara’s clit. “I think we found your slut button. I’ve never seen anyone thrash that much before, and I’ve electrocuted people.”

Katara fought to get her trembling legs and convulsing toes under control. She was a strong, powerful waterbender. She had saved the world and restored her people from the brink of extinction. She wasn’t going to lose her mind over a couple of fingers.

Azula stroked the folds of Katara’s pussy with her fingers, snickering at the loud, insistent whimpering from the water tribe girl laid out on the red sofa, and leaned in to start licking her. Katara reacted as if a bomb had gone off inside her body. She bucked against the sofa like she was riding a lion dolphin, but the only thing she was trying to ride was Azula’s face. Her hips pushed up against Azula, shaking up and down, her entire lower back pushed off the sofa, her hands reaching out wildly for something, anything to hold onto, and finding nothing at all.

Azula put her hands on Katara’s hips and pushed them down against the cushions. Katara pushed and pushed, but she couldn’t get her hips up or her orgasm out. Azula was controlling her, stroking inside of her with her tongue, then lightly lapping across her clit, teasing her, drawing this out, making Katara babble and beg at the ceiling while the smoldering fire princess just smirked.

“Please please please please please please!” Katara squeaked over and over like a chew toy being munched. And she was being munched, Azula’s expert tongue and patient mastery turning the waterbending heroine into a squirming puddle.

“Mm….” Azula kissed Katara’s pussy and looked up at her. “I don’t know if I deserve to make you cum. You’re such a mighty warrior, and I’m just a bad girl in rehabilitation.”

“You do you do you do deserve it please make me cum!”

“But to deserve it, I’d have to be the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. Am I the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, Katara?”

“Yes! Yes!” Katara wasn’t lying. Azula had the prettiest eyes and the sexiest hair and the most talented tongue a girl could possibly have.

“A pretty girl could make you cum, but I don’t know if that’s enough. Am I a powerful bender?”

“Yes!”

“Better than you?”

“Yes!” Katara croaked.

Azula licked her pussy as a reward. “Good girl. What about smart, am I smart?”

“S-so smart!”

“Do I deserve to rule the Fire Nation?”

“W…what?”

Azula slid a finger inside of Katara and stroked up in a way that made Katara’s body roll like a wave. “Do I deserve to rule the Fire Nation? I’d probably deserve to make you cum if I did.”

Katara’s mind was torn in two different directions. One was a drop of water in the desert, and the other was a roiling ocean. “Yes! Yes, you deserve to rule the Fire Nation!”

“Does your pussy taste like whale blubber?”

“Yesyesyes please please anything please!”

“I’ve never actually tasted whale blubber,” Azula commented. Then she latched her lips onto Katara’s clit, slid a second finger inside of her, and worked on making the water bitch squirt like a dolphin’s blowhole.

Katara was as lost as a ship in the middle of a storm. She couldn’t steer her limbs. Nothing seemed to anchor her to the world. She was tossed about, ready to capsize, burning like she was on fire, twitching like she’d been struck by lightning.

Azula’s tongue crashed over Katara like a wave. “Cum, snow queen.”

Katara’s hips surged off the sofa once more. Her toes splayed in every possible direction. Her voice came out like a high-pitched whale moaning in the depths of the sea. Her vision was full of bright lights, and then blacked out as the orgasm broke through her like a hurricane smashing against the shore.

It took several seconds for Katara to even start regaining some higher functions. She realized that Azula was leaning over her, cupping her cheek with one hand, a cunning smirk on her face.

“You needed that.”

“I…no, I….” Katara was lost for words.

“We can hold off on the inspection, don’t you think? We need to make sure your little need is properly taken care of first.”

Katara couldn’t think. “I…I’m supposed to…we have to….”

Azula shushed her with a kiss. Lost in Azula’s lips, Katara’s brain barely registered the sound of the door opening and two pairs of feet stepping across the soft carpet.

“Oh my gosh, Azula, did you make her cum already?” a familiar voice said. “You’re, like, so amazing!”

“I guess you already found out if tribal girls squirt,” another familiar voice, this one much drier, said.

Azula broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Katara. “Be polite to our guest, you two. It’s been quite a while.”

Katara looked up past Azula at the two girls who had come in as if someone had invited them.

Mai and Ty Lee.