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The carriage bumped on the dusty trail and he looked into her eyes, her hands in his pants, his hands in hers. He kissed her neck softly and relaxed back in his seat in the carriage. "On your knees." he whispered softly as he looked at her, his hands sliding out of her underwear, fingers slipping into her mouth to give her a taste before pulling her from his lap and straightening her dress, her hand coming out of his pants as he moved her. He looked up at her with a slight grin before standing up slightly, he couldn't stand up straight in the small carriage but he stood up enough to slip his pants down slightly before he slid back down into the chair, his flaccid penis hanging between his legs as he wrapped his hand around it and sat back down comfortably looking at her..

He ran his fingers over his own shaft as he eyed over her body with a slight smile. She lost her virginity just last night and she was wanting more already, he didn't know whether to consider her libido good or to consider her a slut. But he would not turn her down, he would not turn down a turn in the warmth of her cavernous mouth and the tightness of her vagina once more. He continued to stroke his shaft looking at her, his eyes walking over her body. Unfortunately this would be another time where he didn't get to play with her breasts - she was still recovering. However he would get his turn, that was something he was 100% sure of. "I said on your knees." he whispered softly up to her enforcing what he had said to her with a grin, his pumping of his own cock not doing much to bring on an erection. The warmth of her mouth however, well that would likely succeed.
 
There was an obvious disappointment on her face as she failed to arouse him with her hands alone, his cock remaining flaccid despite her tenacious attentions on him. Her lips couldn't help but curl downwards slowly at the fact he wasn't quite as aroused by her as she was by him, though he was by many lengths more experienced than she was. Even with her disappointment, she still felt the thrill of excitement in her lower belly as he slid his fingers out of her, the taste of her own sex strange and unique but not off-putting.

Her eyes were eager on him as she pushed her off of his lap and stood himself, pulling his pants down to expose himself proper. Even flaccid his cock was a sight to behold, longer than the average man and most definitely thick enough to satisfy the lustiest of women. She was already eager to feel him inside of her again, to have herself stretched to her maximum by his girth and feel him grind on her in the deepest reaches of her body. But she would have to wait if she wanted him to satisfy the slowly growing monster in between her legs. He wanted first to be stimulated into arousal and her fingers wouldn't do for that.

"I said on your knees," His commanding tone sent a shiver of harsh delight through her, perhaps because she probably should have been afraid of the consequences, but was instead thrilled. What if she didn't acquiesce to his request? Would he force himself upon her and force her to satisfy him with her mouth? Would he cram himself so deeply into her that she would surely choke on his length and gag as he filled her stomach with his seed? The thought had her already wet sex grow even more slick, though she was in no way able to defy him now.

Mizuki offered him only a small smile as she lowered herself down slowly, positioning herself between his knees. Her head dipped down to between his legs, but not anywhere near his cock. Her lips touched the inside of his knee, tickling their way up his inner thighs slowly until she felt his cock brush her cheek. "What now?" She purred, waiting his command as her head tilted to the side slightly, giving his length feather-light kisses that were meant only to tease and not arouse. "You want to command me... Then command me."
 
He watched her as she moved. She had such natural flow in her movements, she didn't need to dance to show him she was a dancer. She slithered from the seat and spread his legs slightly as she slipped her body in between them. Kisses then followed and Zuko watched her as she stopped at his thigh looking up and spoke.

Zuko smirked softly reaching down for the base of his semi-erect penis. Just watching her flow had aroused him some, he would have to get an erotic lap dance from her some time. While holding the base he began to move it rolling it over her face rubbing the shaft against her skin to skin. The smell of his genitals so prominent on her face that a dog going to intimately lick her face would know who she belonged to. The stench, not disgusting put slightly tasteful, covered her face and he grinned softly.

"What if." He said slipping the tip of his penis under her bottom lip, the very tip rubbing against her upper row of teeth. "I just take what I want instead?" He said with a slight sadistic grin. He didn't intend on doing so, however riling her up was fun. He pulled his cock from the small gap he'd made between her lips and started to slowly slap her face with the heavy semi-erect cock, first her cheek, then her forehead, then her other cheek. He seemed to smirk happily and relish in his ability to do what he liked with her in a sexual manner.

He then finally thrust his hips towards her pushing the cock at her like a parent trying to force feed a child in a tantrum. "Get to work." He said in his commanding tone. "What sort of a wife would you be if you couldn't even satisfy your husband with more than one hole?" He said trying to egg her own, teasing her a her status of 'wife' to the prince of the fire nation. Zuko looked down at her through his one squinted and one normal eye with a grin on his face, hotly anticipating the heat of her mouth, or forcing himself onto her should she refuse.
 
There was an attraction between the two of them that couldn’t be denied even if she had tried to. Mizuki may not be willing to admit that she was feeling an emotion other than lust towards him, but she at the very minimal felt the physical attraction between their bodies. She was drawn to him, aroused by the way his body moved and by the dominance he displayed in even the smaller gestures of his movements. His body was a thing of artwork to her, his thighs thick with muscles from fire bending and core just as taut. Her lips enjoyed the feel of his skin, so hot in comparison to hers warmed by the ever-burning fire that was rumored to live inside the heart of each and every fire bender in existence.


And her feelings towards him were not one-way, as she could see from his cock growing visibly more erect, though by no means at its fullest extent. She hadn’t even begun to give him oral, but she was already relishing every moment of it. His body smelled like the fire itself, his musk strong but not something that was off-putting. She didn’t mind him demeaning her with his cock, even enjoyed the feel of his thick member as he stroked it across her cheeks and smacked her face with it. There was a certain enjoyment in being debased by him, an eroticism to his control over her… It was a very sexual way to be made submissive to him, and perhaps the only place where she let him have complete control over her, where she relented enough of her strong will for him to be the master.

And truth be told, she loved it.

It was a tease to feel his cock rub slowly just inside her lip, the taste of his flesh delectable and his body making her crave to service him. But no, not yet. Not with the taunt that he had just issued. “Take what you want?” She laughed, a small one that had just as much taunt as his voice did, “You couldn’t if you tried.” Though that was quite far from the truth. She couldn’t imagine turning him down and couldn’t picture wanting anything but to feel him take her, whether by her agreeing or him forcing himself upon her.

His next taunt hit closer than the previous one, her brows raising slowly as her hands slid up his thighs in the same pathway that her lips had taken, though nowhere near as slow. “Wife?” She smirked up at him and kissed his thigh again, relishing the feel of the muscle just beneath the skin. “Oh, Prince,” She kissed at the side of his shaft just above the base, her tongue slipping out to slowly lick him, moving slow to the tip, “Don’t ever get that silly notion in your head.” Her mouth slipped around the head of his cock, her tongue sliding up and down the opening in slow motions, using the pad instead of the tip.

She brought enough suction so that it could be heard when her mouth slid off him, licking her lips as if she’d tasted the most delicious thing in existence and couldn’t dare leave so much as a drop behind, “You’re nowhere near husband material.”

Her mouth slid back down around him, forcing herself to take him as deep as she physically could as her hands slid around him to stroke what her mouth could not. The both started to move in the same pattern, stroking him and filling her mouth with his cock until she could feel the head of it smack against the back of her throat. Mizuki could feel her body fight against the invasion, but mind over matter was more important. Her eyes glanced up at them, gleaming with her desire and wicked glee.
 
He watched her, and listened to her slight taunts. He couldn't take her if he wanted to? She must jest, he was stronger, faster and more powerful than her. The only place Mizuki had any grounds on his that wasn't because of gender difference was her flexibility. But that wouldn't help if he was forcing himself onto her, in fact it would just make it all the more easier. But Zuko didn't tease, she'd offered herself up to him in the back of this carriage and he wasn't going to turn that down. He watched as she continued her teasing, her lords slipping out but he wasn't interested in what she was saying. No he'd stopped paying attention to that a while ago. What he was interested in was the way that he tongue was moving, licking over the shaft until it found the tip, sucking the air out of the tip of his penis before leaving her lips from his cock with a pop. She then proclaimed finally with a bit of a lustful grin on her lips that he wasn't husband material. Zuko tutted slightly and looked down to her. "You'd be surprised." he said softly.

He barely finished his slight sentence before she was back in action again, only this time, much much more was given to him. Her mouth, warm and moist slipped its self around the first few inches, but that was only the beginning, three, four, five inches of cock slipping into the warmth of the crevice that was her mouth. She could only take about Six inches down her throat, until it was clearly getting to the point where she was holding back gags.

But Mizuki was thorough, she wasn't going to let the base of his cock lay cold in the carriage just because her mouth couldn't handle it. The small palms of her fairly dark, almost water tribe level of skin colour wrapped around the remainder. But still, even that wasn't enough for Mizuki, her hand began to pump, sliding up and down moving the skin that hung losely to the muscle that was his penis below, in sync with her mouth that bobbed up and down on his cock. She was relentless, the type of woman that while you came in her mouth she wouldn't stop, she'd keep sucking and sucking, sucking every single droplet of cum she could claim as her own.

It finally became too much, Zuko let out a light moan, not too loud but obviously showing his pleasure, and his butt lifted off his seat, thrusting his hips forward and pulling an extra inch into her mouth, past where her gag reflex had already complained and he gasped out loud... "Fuck..."
 
There were no words that she could have cut back at his simple statement, or anything she could have said in counter to his words. She’d be surprised? Just how would she be surprised at how husband-like he could be? So far the only thing that he had done had been not torture her. Sure, they had formed some strange relationship of sex and some semblance of romance, but he wasn’t anywhere near what she would consider the man she could wed. Rather than let that rattle around in her brain and further complicate the situation at hand, she pushed it to the back of her mind and secured it in a box, to be examined at a later time when her lust wasn’t an all-consuming beast scratching at the door.

It was so much easier for her to concentrate on his body, to relish every movement and every twitch. She watched him as she serviced, enjoying the pleasure evident on his face and the way every muscle in his stomach grew to be solid as her mouth wrapped around him. He was a handsome creature to behold, her eyes roaming over his features for a moment before returning to his cock. Her eyes closed gently as his hips thrust up into her mouth again, forcing past what she had been keeping the level at. Her throat closed around his tip for just a moment, the strength of her gag almost like a fingers gripping him. It was a brief moment, but she forced herself to relax enough for his cock to pop back from her instead of choking herself on him.

Her breath came out in a sharp exhale through her nose, the only form of protest that she dared to make. She didn’t slow her pace from him going too far, instead seeming to be invigorated by it. It was sensual to have him desire her so much from her attentive care on his cock that he couldn’t control himself (in her mind, at least) and had to forcibly buck up to her mouth. The corners of her mouth tugged into a light smirk, her eyes opening back up and meeting his as she slid him back in, slower than before, and moving with purpose to force him past her comfort zone once again.

This time, it was easier to fight against the gag, using it instead to let out a low moan that vibrated around his shaft. With her mouth full and lips pressed sweetly against his cock, it came out more like a low “Mmmm,” as if his length was the most rare delicacy she could ever enjoy. She slid him back out just as calculated and slow with a wink, repeating the same gentle moan.
 
He bit down on his lip as he watched her lips squeeze around the shaft and her eyes close as she gagged around the extra length he'd force into her throat. Her throat gave an odd sensation as it squeezed around the section of his cock it had been given before she finally reached her limited and moved herself back to her comfortable amount. He smiled softly as she slipped herself off of his cock with another audible pop. He looked down at her closed eyes as she exhaled from her nose and moved back in for more. She seemed, somewhat annoyed at him thrusting her past her limit, however if she was she didn't show it too much, she may have been annoyed at what he did but she was much much more interested in sucking on his cock.

Back in he went, into the warmth that was her mouth as she smirked around his cock looking up at him, taking the length slowly, taking more, more, looking like she was going to take it all. He groaned gently as she did, swallowing him whole. Further, further. Zuko thrusted up again pushing her down the shaft until her lips touched the base. He could feel his cock bending slightly as it went down the curvature of her neck. His hands which had been very docile until now reached down and slid into her thick raven hair, holding her down on his cock as she deep throated him and vibrated her throat with her moan, giving an extreme sensation on his cock. He bit down on his lip holding her into the deep throat before pulling back on her head, sliding her off his cock and allowing the air in the cabin to rush down her throat that was once full of cock but now full of air.

Zuko stood, bending over slightly in the cabin as he stood up, taking his trousers off and throwing them against the bench on the other side of the cabin. Bent over he was as he grabbed onto her thighs and lifted her up, sitting her on the bench across from where he sat when she had sucked. Fingers now slid over the red fabric of her dress finding it near her thighs and sliding it up. Next to her undergarments, pulled down with near no resistance as he slipped them off one of her legs which he then lifted up. Her foot touched the ceiling of the carriage as he held them, her panties hanging from around her knee. Her foot was no more than a meter away from where the young carriage boy sat directing the horses. Zuko leaned down between her legs, kissing her clitoris before he rubbed his fingers over her labia. He then looked down at Mizuki's face, she seemed so lustful, so entrance with the thought of being fucked.

So he penetrated her, sliding his cock down into her vagina as he pushed further and further inside of her until his tip found her cervix and stopped. He held his length inside of her and reached down with one hand to cover her mouth. He held her mouth to muffle any moans she may make from the first penetration and then he reached for the panties that hung around her knee. Sliding them off of her leg and over her foot before moving his hand and stuffing them into her mouth with a slight sadistic grin. "Chew on those." he whispered, and then he started to thrust, using his full length in and out of her spongy, recently virgin vagina with a low hum of pleasure leaving his lips as he fucked her.
 
The two of them both seemed locked in a game of testing her boundaries, her body able to take far much more than what she would have ever imagined. As she seemed eager to take his cock in all of its entirety into her mouth, he seemed more than eager to supply. His hand was rough in her hair, forcing her down onto his cock until she could feel his cock bend in her throat, forcing itself down a hole that had previously been unviolated by him. She groaned deeply around him again, the sensation of having to fight against the urge to gag and fighting for the air she had previously been taking in was enough to push fresh adrenaline through her veins, her heart racing. The moment lasted only briefly, and though she had never been in any true danger, her skin prickled with her body’s natural instinct of self-preservation.

Zuko had enough of her teasing him with her mouth, it seemed, as he had taken control of the situation once again. He stood over her and lifted her as if she weighed as light as a feather, setting her down on the bench across from where he’d been sitting. She could see it in his eyes - the same feeling that she’d had for him. He was eager as he removed her panties and forced up her dress, her teeth biting into her lower lip with anticipation. Her sex was still as wet as ever, her body desiring him more than she had before. There was something erotic about servicing him with her mouth, something that drove her nuts more than seeing his naked form could ever do. It was perhaps that she was at her weakest when she had her mouth full of cock, or perhaps that it was a mutual relationship of trust.


He delved his cock deep into her, a sharp intake of air being her only response as he filled her still sore sex. Once again he was stretching her, though her body had only just started to recover from the previous night’s exertions. The pain was immaterial, as it was the pleasure that was so much more. She could feel every inch of him in excruciating detail, from the head of his tip to the thickness of his length. Her hands found his neck as he covered her mouth, her teeth relinquishing her lower lip. Mizuki was only faintly aware of him stripping her underlinens from her leg before he moved his hand away, shoving the bit of cloth into her mouth.

Her teeth clenched down around it, tasting her own wet discharge from arousal, her nose wrinkling just a bit at the added stab at her dignity. She didn’t have any mind to protest the treatment, as he started to thrust into her now. Her hands gripped him tight, her body arched up against him and she let out a muffled moan to feel the drag of his cock as it slid out followed by the rhythmic pump and slam of him entering her again. Her sex clenched around him with each thrust, her body so ready to take him with each thrust.

She’d had enough of the indignity, though. With a low grunt, she spat her underwear from her mouth, licking her lips slowly, “How about you be a man and keep me silent yourself?” She goaded, hand coming up to find the back of his neck and pull him down into a harsh kiss.
 
He kissed her back, biting down on her bottom lip with some ferocity, puncture the flesh of her soft tasty lip and causing a single drop of blood on his tongue. His thrusting had become almost second nature now, in, out, the whole length being used to satisfy her lust. Her goading didn't hit hard, however he wasn't going to let her win. His hands moved up her body squeezing against her waist and hips, he would grope her chest but he still payed respect to her injuries and bandages. Then his hand found what it wanted, her neck, the same neck that he'd choked with glee the night before. He parted from the kiss the small stain of blood around the bottom right of her lip, anyone who'd see that would expect she'd taken a punch. Then his hands squeezed. "Let's see you moan while you gasp for air." he hissed against her lips, having not moved far from her after breaking the kiss.

His hands where large, two of his fingers were easily equal to the girth of his cock and his hands moved around her throat covering it all easily. It was lightly bruised from the night before he noted, not enough to see it at a distance but now he was closer to her, he could see it clearly. He had complete control of her body, she literally couldn't fight back. If this was rape and not consensual sex she would likely be crying at her hopelessness. Legs spread around him, foot against the ceiling. Hands squeezing against her neck as he laid on top of her and relentlessly pounding into her vagina. He was merciless. Violating her body that she'd offered up to him on a silver platter.

He let one of his hands remove from her neck and slip down towards were her bandaged breasts sat under her dress and he looked up to her eyes, his other hand still choking the air from her. It had been 20 seconds now, 20 seconds of thrusting while choking her, she would be running low, her lungs wanting fresh air, but her throat unable to suck some in. "When your torso recovers. I will be violating your breasts, and making you cum from just my hands on your chest." he said in a low tone before he then released her neck and allowed air to flow back into her.

He grabbed her thighs pulling her up and moving himself backwards into the seat until she was straddling his waist, his cock balls beep inside of her her head touching the ceiling of the carriage as he looked up at her with a slow wink. She'd been given control, he'd choked her and fucked her for a solid 30 seconds, but now he'd given her control. She sat on his dick with him underneath her, he could very easily throw her off of him, but he wanted to see what she did, how she took this advantage. How would she show him what a fierce woman she was. Zuko relished in the thought, she was an independent powerful woman. The fact he could fuck and control her in such violent ways was because she allowed it. He'd had this woman's presence for a day and a half now, and he'd fight a fire nation fleet to keep her his.
 
Zuko was a harsh but attentive lover, his body responding to her with as much ferocity as she could ever want. He was very much a fire bender, the fire as passion burning inside his body that fueled him into being perhaps a most superior lover. He had the tenacity of one, his lips even harsher against her own than hers were against his. He hungered for her as much as she for him, though his was a more wild need than her own. He was consuming her like a fire, his hands spreading across her body until she felt him grasp at her sides, her hips, her body wishing that her chest were healed so that she could feel him grasp her there as well. Everywhere he touched was left feeling hot, though she couldn’t determine if that was in her mind or actually being felt from his skin.

Though he didn’t respond to her goad immediately, he did indeed up the ante even more than she could have imagined. His hand was large and firm around her thin throat, her eyes meeting his with a soft smile. He started to thrust into her harshly as his fingers closed over her throat. She could feel every wrinkle in his fingers, every pad as it dug into the skin, and her throat closed under his grip. Her lungs fought almost immediately and her chest locked as she struggled to bring something, anything beyond the grasp of his hand. It held firm against anything.

The seconds ticked by and adrenaline mixed with dopamine as her body was pleasured but also deprived of its most necessary thing. She didn’t fight against him as she thought that she would when faced with such a thing. Though it had only been twenty seconds total that he had been keeping her throat closed off from air, her head swam just a bit with the sudden cut off, her cheeks turning red as the blood was held in her head. His words rang through her mind as his hand let loose of her, lungs gasping in air immediately. There was no time to recover before he had grabbed her and was moving again, shifting weight and leaning back so that she straddled him once again.

Mizuki’s body was eager for the change in control, her hands resting on his shoulders gently. She offered him a smile as she leaned in, giving his neck a series of tender kisses. Her hips moved in vast contrast to the softness of her mouth, her legs strong enough to lift her body with ease and slam back down onto him, taking his cock to the base with a soft groan. She ground her hips down hard against him so that she could feel his cock’s head rub her cervix. Her hands moved up to his ponytail, tugging it loose so that she could run her fingers through his hair.

Her fingers grasped a fistful, tugging his head back as she started to ride him harshly, sliding his cock out almost to the tip before slamming him back into her roughly so that she could feel him deep inside of her. Between the slow build up of arousal from pleasuring him and his rough attentions on her cunt so far, she was already so close to her own climax. Her hand eased up on his hair just enough to let his head down, her lips finding his and her tongue forcing beyond his lips. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning against his mouth as her body started its climax, her pace increasing until she could feel that she was being fierce enough to rock the cabin slightly.

Even muffled, she was sure that the poor stable boy could hear her next moan, her walls clenching and releasing around Zuko’s cock wildly as she came.
 
He held onto her thighs for just a moment after he'd set her to straddle him. Then he smirked as her hands started to explore, slipping down onto his shoulders and then into his hair as she rode him fast and hard. Her strong legs made her a true expert at riding his cock, lifting herself up and off with ease only to lower herself back down from the tip of his penis all the way down to the base. Just as he was about to lean in to kiss her neck while she rode she took control and kissed him, kissing his lips as she pushed him back, pushing his head against the carriage back. The carriage was bouncing around a little from the cobble road already, however her actions made it much more obvious that it was bouncing. He looked into her eyes as they kissed and then he felt it.

Her walls clamped down, not wanting to let his cock go as her insides pulsated and she let out a moan that was more like a scream, right into his mouth. Zuko pushed against her pushing both of their bodies down into the gap between the two benches in a heap as he slid out of her while she came, his cock covered in her juices as she squirted lightly onto the cabin floor. He held the kiss for a moment before parting his lips from hers, that let her scream of a moan ring out for just a moment before he reached down and covered her mouth with both of his hands muting her screams of pleasure as she finished her orgasm. Zuko looked down at her with a wide smile on his face, he was chuckling slightly with happiness at her orgasm and then sat up on the bench before pulling her up to his side.

One of his hands slipped down near her vagina, rubbing against her wet thigh from her orgasm and he kissed her neck softly. "God you're explosive when you cum." he whispered softly to her ear before kissing on her earlobe. He was giving her a moment to recuperate, her orgasm was certainly explosive, she'd squirted only slightly but her whole body had been convulsing while she came. He reached up for her hair as she sat next to him and pulled her head down into his lap. Her pussy might be dripping wet from her orgasm but there was no white cream of his cum yet, so her job wasn't done. He pushed her down quite forcefully until she was laying down on the bench, legs like she was sat down but her upper body as if she was laid down, and her head rested next to his cock. "You can suck while you come down." he said in a commanding tone before spanking her ass once, then squeezing her firm butt. "There's a good girl." he said in a little bit of a patronizing tone. He only mocked her slightly but it was an obvious mock, she was his, when her lust took over she was less fierce and independent and more obedient and submissive towards him because his cock was what gave her what she wanted. Zuko knew this, her lust was a powerful thing, despite only losing her virginity no more than 24 hours ago. "Suck." he commanded again spanking her once more, her juices dripping down the shaft that glistened in the small amount of light that broke through the curtains.
 
The vast differences in their sexual experiences showed from her inability to stop or even delay her own orgasm, her body weak to him when her mind was strong. Even if she wanted to deny that he was the best thing that she had ever felt physically, there was no way her body could ever deny it. There was no match for her orgasm, even when she stimulated herself. There had been many years that she had satisfied herself late at night in the privacy of her own room, but it had never been like this.

There was a disappointment when she felt him slide his cock out of her, letting her finish onto the floor as if she were nothing more than a dog. Her body leaned against him as she struggled to catch her mind back, his lips soft and tickling against her ear. Again she felt something, that terrible stir-ache in her chest that made her stomach feel strange and her mind swim as if he had been choking her once again. Whatever that strange stir feeling was, she didn’t like it. There was a tenderness to it that made her feel uneasy and something about it that was unsettling. She didn’t like to think about the implications of what that feeling in her chest was. Like his other comment, she shoved it into a box to be assessed at a later time. A much later time.

The sweet moment that they shared was over quick enough, her familiar and dominating Zuko back as he slid back up into his seat and forced her down so that her head was by his cock again. It was far easier to think about blowjobs than it was to think about strange emotions that made your stomach queasy and heart heavy. Blowjobs she knew plenty about.

Mizuki didn’t care that his cock was still covered in her own fluids, her lips wrapping around his head slowly as if she relished the thought of sucking him. In all honesty, she did enjoy pleasuring him, her tongue sliding up and down the underside of his cock slowly before she slid his cock deep into her mouth. Her hands returned to their post at the base of his cock, stroking up it to ease in forcing more into her mouth. Mizuki found her pace again on him, taking him into her mouth with adoration and as much affection as one could. She could feel his head ramming against the back of her throat, and she forced her mind to concentrate on pushing her body further, taking him deeper. It wasn’t long before she forced her gag reflex to calm itself enough that she could truly deep-throat him, her lips forcing themselves ever lower on his shaft with each time, low moans coming at a steady pace to vibrate her throat around his cock.
 
Zuko relaxed in his seat, this truly was a princely service. He rested his head back against the wooden board of the carriage reaching a hand down into Mizuki's black hair. He didn't force her down or pressure her onto his cock, no. He just rested his hand in her soft hair and let her bob up and down like she pleased. The only way Zuko could be waited on more right now is if another woman knelt on the bench next to him, his arm around her naked waist while she fed him grapes. But this wasn't his palace home, no, this was a carriage on the way to Omashu, he would happily settle for only having this one woman in the carriage with him.

His eyes were closed, his hand in the back of Mizuki's hair as she bobbed, and bobbed and bobbed. Sucking on his cock like it was what earned her pay. He could feel her hand moving around the base as she occasionally gagged trying to take more than she was capable to satisfy him. Zuko's cock pulsated once in her mouth, around the warmth and Zuko bit down on his lip. It was coming, he was going to spray her in it. Again it pulsated. He grabbed onto her hair firmly now and opened his eyes, feeling his orgasm coming. He had to be careful, he didn't want it to go all over this carriage, he could explain away her discharge which was a fairly clear liquid, but not what he'd release.

He pulled her head off of his cock and moved her down onto his knees as he stood up in the closed space, cock a few inches from her mouth as it pulsated in her hand. "Pump Mizuki.." he whispered softly. "and open your mouth." he commanded looking down at her. He had a large load that he could feel making it's way up and there was only one place he could safely dispose of it in this small confined room. Mizuki's mouth. He looked down into her eyes, a handful of her hair in his hand as his cock pulsated quicker now, Mizuki's hand providing the service to finish him off.
 
Zuko was already completely used to being pampered by her sexually, relaxing himself back against the seat of the carriage as she dutifully serviced his cock. She didn't let it bother her that his royal attitude was showing with the fact he took it for granted, instead taking it as a compliment. The son of the great lord Ozai was sure to have been serviced well by multiple women even as a youth growing up in the palace. She could only imagine the luxurious lifestyle he had lived and the grandeur he had seen.

Even with all of his experience, it didn't take long for her to feel the already familiar twitch of his cock as he neared his own orgasm. She felt him pull her off, his instructions clear enough that she could only smirk. Though she would have loved to tease him, she did as instructed, her hands both wrapping around his cock and starting to pump him dutifully, eyes on him and mouth open to accept his load.

Just a few pumps later and she felt the first warm gush on her tongue, his seed filling her mouth and well coating her tongue in his sticky, salty discharge. She was patient while he emptied himself into her mouth, her lips closing only once she was sure that he was done. Her gaze didn't waver as she swallowed, her devilish tongue coming back out to lick the last pearly droplet from his tip.
 
He smiled watching her work, her hands pumping fast, urging him to cum. He couldn't help but smirk watching her, she pumped in an almost desperate fashion, like she wanted what was to come. He bit down on his lip as his cock pulsated roughly in her hands and began to fire stream after stream of thick white liquid into her mouth. He opened his eyes in time to catch a glimpse of the mouthful that she had, creamy white liquid hanging all over her tongue, there was enough that he couldn't see the pink that her tongue would normally be. Then she closed her mouth, and he watched her gulp before she opened and showed him her tongue again, clean of cum. She'd swallowed the full load and reached her tongue out to take back some more. "Very good girl." he whispered lightly as his cock started to droop and become flaccid while she flicked her tongue against the tip claiming the last few drops of her prize for herself.

When she'd finished cleaning him up he reached down pulling his trousers back up around his waist, tying the belt that held the loose red pants into place before pulling the loose hanging shirt around and tying that also. He reached down for his companion pulling her up to her feet. While he couldn't stand straight up in the carriage she certainly could. He pulled her dress down back to were it should be on her thigh and smirked gently before leaning in kissing her cheek. Her lips had just been stained with his seamen after all, she'd get her kiss on the lips later. He then whispered to her ear softly while handing her back the panties that had been sat on one of the benches. "Thankyou for that." with a slight wink before he sat down.

He sat back down on the bench, refreshed, one arm held out over the back of the bench giving her a place to snuggle back into him if she so chose to after she'd put her underwear back on. Zuko exhaled softly with a satisfied smile on his face having just finished with Mizuki. He pulled back the curtains looking outside, they where no longer going down a dirt road with trees either side, they where in a town. He smirked softly wondering how long they'd been here then looked back over to Mizuki. "Not long now, do you know your measurements?" he said looking over to her body. If not he'd have to go to a tailor rather than just a normal clothes shop for the garments she required if she was to play the part of a fire nation noble.
 
With her lover satisfied and the passion slowly subsiding, it was harder and harder to ignore the box in the back of her mind that was slowly rattling with items rather left not thought about. Mizuki concentrated instead very much on her dress, smoothing it out as if nothing had happened and sliding her underlinens back onto her body with as much grace as she could manage. He had opened his arm for her to nestle back against him and she hesitated, but did take the spot. She felt that strange heart tug in her chest as she leaned against him, the stomach fluttering following as he kissed her cheek.

The emotion was running rampant again and she was not happy to feel it. Though it was a pleasant sensation, she didn't like the way it made her feel weak, or the way it had softened her towards him. Though they had certainly been quipping back and forth, her bite had been nowhere near as vicious as before. She was still stewing in her own thoughts when he opened the curtains curiously.

Mizuki caught sight of buildings, mostly wood still here though a heavy amount of them were turning to stone. The outfits were most definitely earth kingdom, heavy in shades of greens and browns. Just as the curtain started to fall she caught sight of a flyer all too familiar to her. Her blood ran cold and the fluttering turned to stone. She almost didn't hear him when he casually asked about her measurements, her mind swirling. Had he seen it? Would he even make the connection?

Her mouth had become dry suddenly and she had to force herself to remember what he had asked. "Measurements? Ah, yeah." She murmured, though the wall opposite her had become suddenly very interesting. She could feel herself getting distant to him, her previous cuddled position almost stiff. Though the flyer had missed its usual headline, she knew by heart what it advertised -- a live show for the family at 8. By 9, adults could venture into private tents for the more exotic shows.

Worry made her brows tilt down a bit, her stomach rolling at the two awful thoughts - what if Zuko found them? And even worse - what if they found Zuko?

She did her best to push that away, forcing herself to relax back against his side, though she could feel her legs still tense, as if ready to flee. "You'll never pass me off as fire nation." She commented, trying to find something, literally anything to break her mind away. "Not even a simple maiden hopelessly in love with the Prince. Even fire benders won't be stupid enough to not know the difference."
 
Zuko had let go of the curtain, he wasn't aware of what she had saw and sat there musing through the raven hair of his companion. She mentioned how she knew her measurements and just kept that little tidbit to hand as he continued to muse with her hair. He didn't notice her stiffen, he just felt the relaxation when she forced herself into that state. She then dropped a few comments that caused Zuko to chuckle slightly. "I don't need to pass you off as Fire Nation." he said softly his fingers still dancing in her black strands. "You just need to not look like you're not Fire Nation." he said looking down at the black dress she wore, not clothing that would be worn by any nation never mind the Fire Nation. "I may have been banished." he said softly. "But I wasn't exiled. Even if they doubt your Fire Nation heritage. They wont cause any arguments over it. Calling you out for not being Fire Nation isn't worth their house." The carriage seemed to be pulling to a stop now and Zuko looked down to her with a slight chuckle on his face. "and besides, what are they going to do? Report me to my Father? He knows very well about you doesn't he? Mizuki." he said with a gentle and charming wink. Again the parrelels between the Zuko that fucked her and the Zuko that spoke and cuddled with her were very drastic.

Zuko stood up and moved towards one of the doors when the carriage had stopped, he pushed open the door and moved down the small ladder attached to the carriage. He looked to Mizuki gesturing for her to get out and then walked to the front of the carriage dropping some coins in the drivers hand. "Keep this ready to go, we're only making a short stop here, should nothing happen to make us have to stay longer. I want to be in Omashu tonight." he said to the boy, his words audible to Mizuki. He moved back to the door he'd open to catch Mizuki before she got out and offered her his hand bringing her down the ladder and into the street. It was the main road of a medium sized town but wasn't very populated at the moment. While the civilians were indeed wearing Earth Kingdom clothes the occasional sign of a Fire Nation soldier made the current occupation of this city very obvious. Zuko hooked his arm against Mizuki gently and began to walk with her holding her against him. He didn't spark any conversation.

When he breached a corner onto one of the side streets he let go of her arm and started to move her towards one of the buildings on the road, outside there was a mixture of fabrics, mostly greens and reds. He then corralled Mizuki into the shop by following behind her. Inside of the shop there was even more fabrics, lining all of the walls. Behind the counter there was an old man sat on a stool and a young woman facing away from the two as she was piling up a few pieces of scrap fabrics that where left lying around. Zuko cleared his throat and the woman turned looking at the couple, she blushed a little bit at Zuko, an effect he seemed to have on a lot of women. Zuko pulled a scrap piece of paper with writing on it which if Mizuki grabbed a look at she would realise that it was some sort of shopping list, listing all the garments that Mizuki required. He passed the list to the old man who looked over it. "She needs all this." he said in a confident manner as the mans mouth hung open slightly, it was a large list. A woman of Fire Nation nobility would have an interestingly large wardrobe and Mizuki could be no different. "Sir.. this will be.." the man began before Zuko dropped the large pouch of gold coins on the desk in front of him. "I know. Just do it." Zuko said looking at him and then to the young woman who bit her lip at his stare. Zuko was very blunt, he didn't really give the poor people much time to mull this over, he wanted something done and by god it would get done. "Of course, sir." the man said looking to his daughter who was already in the process of moving to Mizuki.

She wore fairly fashionable earth kingdom clothing, expected from someone of her line of work. The old man, more than likely her father stood up passing the sheet across to the girl who looked Mizuki over and blushed slightly again, what she was blushing for was uncertain but she held one arm between Mizuki and Zuko and then pointed towards a door at the back of the large room full of fabric and with a fairly timid voice spoke. "Please Ms. through her so we can get you properly measured." the woman then looked down to the sheet in her hand and pulled slightly at her collar for the task that was at hand. Zuko had specified on the sheet a few 'urgent' garments, the handful that Mizuki would need to sustain a week of appearing to be a well off Fire Nation noble, but alongside that there was also a list of garments that Zuko wanted delivering to an address in Omashu, now named apparently 'New Ozai' after the Fire Lord. Zuko looked on to make sure that Mizuki was correctly guided to the back room of the complex and then left.
 
Mizuki was quiet for the rest of the short ride to their destination, her attempt at conversation lost and her mind too consumed with worry to think of trivial things like words or emotions. She could feel the tickle of his fingers in her hair and was only distantly aware of him talking to her, but her mind was elsewhere. Her friends, the ones she loved as family, were so close that she could find them. If she broke free from Zuko then all she would have to do is... What? Lead him directly to them? For all the soldiers knew, they were being treated to a rare traveling show. They didn't know that they were the ones whom had conspired to kill Ozai...

She was thankful that he didn't try to engage her any more in the conversation and didn't try to pry into her suddenly distant attitude. It was far easier for her to play shy and innocent when she was hardly paying attention. The seamstress seemed to think that she must be shy, watching as she clung to Zuko as if he were the most important thing in the world.

Truth be told, she was thinking about him at the very least. She knew that if she ran he would follow, and that there would be little time to warn her people. But perhaps she didn't have to be so direct... She chewed her lip as she turned it over, knowing already that there was no way she could do any of it while stuck under his thumb. Had she gained his trust enough for him to leave?

It seemed she had, as she watched him leave as she was guided away.

The woman she was left with was sweet, her hands soft as they worked, touching her only lightly. "He must be very taken with you to wish to spend so much," She commented, her eyes glancing at Mizuki's face for reaction, "must have something special planned.." She was silent for a long time before the idea struck her.

She forced tears to fill her eyes and let her face crumple, letting out a weak sob, "Oh, he does. He is too good for me," She said finally, letting her breathing move from controlled to erratic. The woman gave a knowing smile, patting her back weakly. "Oh, don't worry dear. Everything will be fine. Take a few breaths while I collect the fabric. You seem like you need the space..." Mizuki offered a small smile, sniffling as she wiped at her wet cheeks with her hand.

The moment the woman turned the corner the show was over. To the far wall was a window just large enough that she could squeeze herself through, hitting the ground with a grunt. She checked the alley she was in before rushing down it, vigilant for a sign of a fire nation soldier or a sign of Zuko. Her skin crawled with the sensation of eyes on her, but she forced herself to stay calm... But she needed to ditch these clothes...

She hugged close to walls as she started down a busier street, tugging her hair from the bun it had been styled in. Left. Left. She was on a mission and with a quick right down an alley she found what she was looking for - clothing. Simple and earth nation green. There was enough privacy that she could change quickly in the alley, shoving her clothes between two buildings. With that done, she pulled her hair to the side in a braid, letting it fall past her shoulders and over her chest. She looked different, not by much but enough to get by.

There was more confidence in her step as she stepped back out onto the street, heading away from the seamstress. She had a goal - get to Omashu
 
It didn't take long for the seamstress to find Mizuki missing and then find Zuko, only about 5 minutes. The seamstress didn't put two and two together that Mizuki had ran away, however Zuko did. Zuko tutted as the seamstress teary eyed spoke with him and then he clocked the nearest Fire Nation soldier. There was one thing Mizuki had forgotten one thing, the Fire Nation was a Stratocracy, and Zuko was a Prince in this Stratocracy, therefore he was the highest ranking member of the Fire Nation is this reasonably small town. He gave the orders.

It hadn't been five minutes since Mizuki had made her get away and the town was in full alert. An alarm was ringing, and an emergency curfew had been put in place. The two main gates either side of the large road that ran through the center of the town had been locked down, and Fire Nation patrols were prevalent. Zuko hadn't even broken a sweat, 15 minutes after Mizuki had made a break for it the town was in lock down, if she was still inside she wasn't getting out. The commanding office or the Fire Nation army division that was stationed in the town had found Zuko and was discussing with him the issue. Zuko didn't lie, he informed him that a fugitive in his custody had broken free and that she was to be captured.

The housing around the seamstress's shop had been pulled out and interview, mostly dead ends. Expect for one young man, no more than 18. Zuko moved the two soldiers that had been interviewing him and looked down at the boy. "The woman in the black dress." he said softly, the Fire Nation were terrifying to the people that they occupied, Zuko had found that he'd normally gotten more out of people when he'd shown compassion rather than brutality. "Yes.. Yes sir..." the boy said terrified. "I saw her in an ally, she was looking very cautious. She looked around and then took some of my sisters clothes, she pulled off her dress and.. I'm sorry sir I couldn't help but look." Zuko resisted cocking a grin. It was quite alright, the poor lad couldn't help but gawp at the figure of a dancer/seductress/assassin, he couldn't blame the lad. "That's fine." Zuko said to him patting him on his shoulder. "Thank you for the information." he said before gesturing to the soldiers to take the civilians back. Zuko approached the CO.

"She swapped clothes, she'll be in Earth Kingdom attire now. Any Shirshu nearby?" he said to the man who looked at him slightly confused. "No my lord." the man said. "None that we know of." Zuko nodded softly turning around and looking about the main street he stood in. "That's quite alright, if we don't catch her hear I'll find her using one of those." he said with a slight grin, Mizuki could run, but she couldn't hide, there was a reason Zuko had taken a garment so drenched with her scent, not for his own personal pleasure, but for tracking. Zuko scanned the streets at the moving Fire Nation soldiers, the division stationed her was about 100 in number, they should have the whole town scouted and have her found within the hour. Zuko then clocked something on one of the buildings walls. A traveling performance group. He tore the paper down from the wall and read it 'Exotic shows after a family show' Zuko couldn't hold back the grin that he cocked this time.

Zuko wasn't dumb, he could put tells together, her tenseness and sudden shyness in the carriage after sex, the previous time she'd been angry and full of energy, but this time was different. Running away suddenly when she hadn't shown any serious signs of doing that before, only mentioned it, and then this poster. "Where is this Circus troupe." Zuko said to the Commanding Office who looked at him down founded. "Near the south Gate My Lord why does.." Zuko didn't let him finish, holding the paper in his hands he ignited his hands and feet in jet engine fashion and took to the skies, the paper burning to a crisp as he did, moving towards the south gate, towards what he could only assume was her comrades.
 
Everything was going smoothly until the moment that the alarm was sounded. The hair on the back of her neck rose and she fell into the nearest panicking crowd. There was a small amount of controlled chaos as the people scurried in fear from the fire nation soldiers that had suddenly turned their full attention towards the crowds and started to sweep. Her. They were looking for her. Instinct took over at that point and she followed the nearest family towards a wide alley, falling into step between two men that looked quite similar to her.

She felt in the clear the further she got from the guards until a large hand wrapped around her wrist. She didn't have time to cry out as her arm was yanked almost painfully, quite literally dragging her from the group that She had been with. There wasn't any time to react before the person wrapped her arms snug to her sides and squeezed her. A hug.

Fire nation soldiers didn't hug escapees.

The smell was familiar, musky and raw like the earth. "Toru?" She let out the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. The man released her and let her fall back to her feet. She couldn't stop the grin on her lips, "You slick devil." He grinned back, strong and silent as ever. "So, look, I might need to hide because I think they are all looking for me. Little help here?" He shrugged, then made a motion with his hand towards the soldiers. "Yeah. I know." She murmured, filling in the silence that he always provided.

But it was him that pulled aside a young boy, no older than ten. He offered out his large fist and opened it, revealing gold coins to the lad. "Want to make a few coins, kid?" She asked, watching the boy eye the shiny bits, "Run to the guards. Say that you saw a woman acting strange in that direction." She pointed the direction opposite where she wanted to go, "and be convincing."

The kid snatched the coins eagerly, shoving them in his pockets. It was easy to tell that they took the bait. The resounding call echoing throughout the town. Toru took the lead then, tossing Mizuki over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Playing her part, she hung limp as if she were passed out, gone from drinking.

He was large but quiet as he moved through alleys, making it out of town through passages that few took and fewer knew.

- - -

At the camp, an alarm of its own was going. The people were buzzing with hushed whispers and excitement. She had been spotted. Mizuki may not have been the only attraction, but she brought in the most money by far. The thought of her returning had their empty pockets sighing with joy and the leader was doing all he could to contain them. The whispers had started with just one occurrence - Toru and Shanzi were missing.

Zuko's approach silenced them when nothing else could, the leader cautious as he stepped forward to stop the man from ever entering camp. "Ah, so rare we have a visitor," He gave a warm smile and motioned to the tents, "please, sir, we understand that we are popular but our ladies need rest. Our show will be tonight. We would love to entertain you then."
 
Zuko landed rather elegantly for a fire bender. Propelling himself towards the camp with fire bending had been all too easy. He landed and began walk to the camp where he was met by an older looking man, fairly short and stout. He let the man stop his flow before putting a hand on the little mans chest pushing him aside and walking into the camp his eyes keeping a watch out for anyone trying anything shady and for her, Mizuki. It was an odd feeling he was feeling, he wasn't looking for her to scorn her, no, he didn't feel that. He was looking for her to make sure she was safe, make sure she was okay. It was a weird feeling he had, what was it? Love? For her? No, it couldn't be. He scanned the crowd of people and then looked towards the man at the entrance to the camp.

He moved back towards the stout man looking down at him. "I should burn this camp to the ground." he said sullenly, not showing any sense of emotion. He looked at the mans scared pudgy face with anger on his own. A jolt as he shoved his finger into the mans chest and spoke with a hush tone, he'd approached Zuko, he'd moved towards Zuko, he would likely be the leader. "This band conspired against the Fire Lord." he said with a confident tone, he wasn't 100% sure, but he was fairly god damn confident. "There is a division of 100, maybe 150 Fire Nation soldiers here in this town. Every single one a fire bender. Imagine the destruction that that could cause to a few tents." he said looking around at the camp, it literally was what he said, a few tents, with a large tent for the main shows. "Where, is Mizuki." he said now showing his reasoning for wanting to come her, to gauge the mans face, to see his reaction when he spoke her name.

Zuko didn't want to burn this camp down, it was strange, if he did it then he would be able to go home, back to his Mother, back to his palace. But he didn't want all that.. He wanted her, he wanted Mizuki. He looked at the man with daggers trying to pressure him into talking, steam coming from Zuko's nose as his blood quite literally boiled. There was some bustling in the camp behind him, he didn't turn to face it, should any one try anything 'funky' and should Zuko have to lash out at these people he wouldn't be too happy. He could have every single one of them thrown in prison for conspiring against the Fire Nation, that would bring Mizuki back to him begging for their release. "Where." he yelled loudly one more time, pushing the man to his brink, practically forcing him to speak.
 
For one of the few times in his life, Ren felt fear in it's most true of forms. He felt his knees weak and his bladder threaten to empty, his body quivering with the strength of the emotion. Zuko was an intimidating enough person, but with the threat of harming the entire camp, Ren had to word things very very carefully. He fought for words as Zuko started to scream, his face red and body quite literally steaming.

"Mizuki," The man whispered her name with fatherly affection, his eyes tearing up, "You of all people ought to know that the fire nation killed her. Our Mizuki never came back to us after the Fire Lord requested a private show." He wasn't lying completely, but he wasn't telling everything he knew. But his tears were real enough. His sadness at the loss of her was true.

And he would have been a convincing liar if not for one thing - the wrath of a woman scorned.

The woman that approached was young, her body having filled out to a nice figure, though her eyes were off-putting. They were as shiny as glass and as dead as a nail. She had the face of someone whom had lost too much and had long since quit caring about what happened. "She's not dead." It was stated very matter of factly, hands on her fleshy hips.

"I'll bet anything that Toru found her." She added, brushing her long hair over her shoulder and offering Zuko a smile. Shanzi would have still been beautiful if life hadnt beaten her down and made her cynical, her face not matching her youthful body. "If Toru has her, good luck finding her. Dumb brute is too stubborn for his own good. He'll find a nice secure little hole and play the waiting game until we are all long dead."

Ren was watching her with narrowed eyes, his tears still running though he didn't need to convince anyone of his lie. "Shanzi, this isn't wise--" She put up a hand and scoffed, "what will I get if I can find them?"
 
Zuko, cold as he was, literally laughed in the face of the man when he told him that Mizuki was dead. He had half the mind to proclaim about how she didn't look very dead when she came in the carriage just 2 hours ago, but he was better than that low blow. It was very obvious that Zuko hadn't bought the lie, not for a second. While the man wouldn't know why this lie was a complete waste of time on Zuko, he rubbed his forehead, shaking his head back and forth regardless. "Idiot man I'm well aware that.."

He was cut off, a woman started approaching him from behind, he turned to face her seeing at first her bust, second her hips as his eyes moved down and then third her face, dull, bland and honestly rather ugly. She may have the body of Mizuki, just slightly larger in the bust, but she most certainly didn't have a face you'd want to look at during intercourse. "I'm well aware of that." he said in response to her plain statement as she continued to approach. Zuko looked at the woman as she spoke and then moved towards her, rather than the old man, who was clearly less use than he'd first seemed.

As the old man sprouted up trying to disway the woman Zuko turned as well, scorning at him. If her hand hadn't been enough to shut him up the look of the man who'd rode up to his camp literally flying on fire with a burn mark that looked like a war scar would certainly push the man to shush. He looked up at the woman, Shazni she'd been called and chuckled. "Name it. Coin, Immunity in court for whatever part you played in the scheme against the fire lord, rare metals, housing in any city under Fire Nation occupation." he said rattling off a list of the generic possible rewards. "Name it." he finally said.
 
She had the man's attention like no other, her lips curling into a slow and wicked grin. Pairing that grin with her dead eyes made her face almost haunting, though it gave a hint to the beauty she once had. "Money is meaningless to a thief and the concept of property means less." She stated, as if that had been common knowledge for everyone to know about their roaming band, "I want one of your men. A lieutenant would be nice. Or a general. Arrange a marriage to be made."

Shanzi didn't want the man, but she wanted the security. No longer would she have to suffer from the hands of the fire nation if she wed her way to safety. She wouldn't be raped if she fell in love. She would rather one man over the many she had dealt with. "Deal?"

- - -

While Shanzi was busy making a deal to find them, Toru was busy doing quite the opposite. They had made it out of the town proper but the situation wasn't safe. He had stopped only because Mizuki was tired of being carried, and frankly his curiosity was too much to deny. They were relatively secluded, having found a spot with sparse trees and a small brook.

Mizuki used the tree to stretch her tired muscles, fully aware that Toru was watching. He lifted the hem of her shirt without asking permission, exposing the still healing brand. "Frightening, right?" she gauged his reaction and sighed, "We knew what would happen if I was caught. I'm glad to be alive. But I don't trust it." He tilted his head, curious.

"They sent me to this guy. Give him a note and just hand me over. No more torture. No shackles. But he isn't quite acting right." She shook her head and rubbed at her face, "I can't figure out what they're planning. What's the goal to all of this? He wants to pass me off as fire nation. Have me pretend to be his fiance. Play pretty for all the nobles like I'm some fancy consort. I'm not Shanzi. I dance."

He shrugged and touched her hip, let his hand slide over the curve. "Yeah, I think the same." He nodded, glancing around for anyone coming. "But it seems different. If they just wanted to make a message out of me they could have killed me publicly. They didn't even announce it that I almost succeeded. It doesn't make sense."

Toru touched her chin, then up to her cheek. Despite his size, he was by far the gentlest person that she had ever known. "What?" She narrowed her eyes at him, reading his face. His brows were furrowed and lips tugged down, worry in every sense of the word. "I'm fine, Toru. I promised I would come back and I did. I swore to all of you." She hugged him, let her face sink into his chest. "I always keep my promises. I have to protect you... So I still have work to do."
 
Zuko chuckled gently at her request, prompting her to prod him to see if she had a deal or not. He looked her over once and smiled lightly. "Your patience will be a virtue?" he asked a question, seeming to note that it wouldn't be an immediate thing, however he would do it. "I can do it, however I can't click my fingers and make it so. However you shouldn't be too hard to 'sell'" metaphorically of course, no coin would pass hands just Zuko had to give the pitch. "However until she is in front of me I wont do a thing towards that goal." he said putting down his own rules, which she was already well aware of. Bring Zuko back his woman, and he would find her a suitable Fire Nation match.
 
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