The Mistress of the Fire Lord

Chapter 08 - Communion Of Bodies

DISCLAIMER: The following chapter has scenes of explicit sex. If you are underage or if you don't enjoy this content, just skip this chapter.
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This time, I don't know who was the first one to kiss, I just noticed what had just happened when I was pushed to bed.
-- It's wrong -- I managed to say.
-- Do you want me to leave? -- he asked me while caressing my face. -- If you want me to, I can leave now.
-- I don't want you to leave -- I managed to say.
I should have told him to go at that moment, and pretend that nothing had happened. It could have made things easier to deal with and avoided the problems I would end up having. Instead, I kissed him again, and pulled him closer, feeling his mouth sliding to my neck. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I more felt than heard a giggle coming from him in reaction. He seemed to be the kind of man who appreciated giving pleasure.
The thing is - my neck is really sensitive. It's like a switcher I have, so, when he started kissing it, I mostly blacked out and gave up my self control.
My hands strolled around his chest, trying to find an opening to leave his torso naked. When I finally removed the layers of his shirt, I proceeded to passionately kiss his chest and abdomen, making him shiver everytime I went below his belly button. He then caught me by my hair and kissed me again. I felt the air around us getting even hotter, and we were both already sweating when he slid my peignoir out of my shoulders and started kissing one of them, as I tilted my head to give him more room for kissing, surrendering completely.
-- My Lord -- I whispered.
-- No. Call me by my name.
-- Zuko… -- I experimented saying, feeling his name rolling out of my mouth. I repeated -- Zuko… -- and I could feel him giggling again.
My hand went around his head. I didn't want him to stop. Meanwhile, his hands were all over my body, sliding one of the straps of my nightgown down. I nearly jumped when he touched my breast and started playing with my nipple. I could feel the hard warmth touching my back, and I knew the desire in him was as intense as mine. My free hand slid under his pants and touched him. He gasped, and it was my turn to giggle.
He got rid of my grasp and was in front of me again, I bit his lip and he raised my nightgown, smiling wickedly before going down on me.
I bit my pillow this time, being careful enough to not make a sound, but my legs moved randomly, while I shivered in pleasure. It was just after I came that he raised and removed my nightgown.
Now naked, I felt like a had to repay the favor - I made him stand, than sat down on the bed, removing his pants and slowly kissing his length, before finally swallowing it whole, making it go deep in my throat. His low moans were like song to my ears, and I didn't want to stop.
However, and definitely not gently, he pulled me up and hungrily kissed me, before pushing me to the bed again. Feeling the weight of his body over mine made me feel overwhelmingly happy, and I couldn't hide my wide smile when he penetrated me.
Our bodies moved syncronously, each one of us doing the best to please the other, one looking into the other's eyes and expressions of pleasure. The room was so hot now that we dripped of sweat, but we didn't bother. We just wanted this moment to last as much as we could. I was the first one to come, and he suffocated my moans with a kiss. Then, he just went on harder and faster, until he finally kissed me with all his lust and collapsed over me.
It was above all my wildest dreams. We spent some moments cuddling silently, when I traced my finger around the scar on his face:
-- How did it happen?
-- My father. He took things too seriously, and sometimes forgot I was also his son. -- It was all he would say, and it was enough for me to hear. I just held him closer and nodded with my head on his chest.
-- I have to go -- he finally said after half an hour or so. -- I cannot be seen here.
Reality hit me hard at that moment. I realised what I had just done - I've had sex with a married man! Guilt washed over me while he stood up, got dressed and kissed me lightly on my lips.
-- I'll see you again tomorrow for breakfast.
Then, he left.
And I feel awful for saying that, but I finally managed to sleep well.