kinkfest | The Dangers of Lust [Avatar: The Last Airbender, Mai/Jet, R]

Title: The Dangers of Lust
Author/Artist:

rosehiptea
Rating: soft R
Warnings: AU. Very dubious consent.
Word count: 665
Summary: Azula encourages Mai to abuse one of the new slaves.
A/N: For the prompt: Avatar the Last Airbender, Mai/Jet: bonds, a newly captured servant for a Fire Nation lady I'm afraid this might not be quite what you were aiming for, but I tried to fit the prompt and the characters and I hope you like it.

"I've seen you look at him," Azula had said to Mai with the usual contempt in her voice. "Don't you get it? He's yours for the asking -- or demanding."

"That's not my way of doing things," Mai had said, but Azula didn't pay attention.

"Believe me; for the men it's one of their more pleasant duties. Give him a little extra food or a better place to sleep if it bothers you so much."

She had said "no" again but Azula never did listen. The next thing she knew she was alone in a spare bedroom with the slave called Jet and Azula was headed down the hallway laughing. Mai stared at him as he looked back at her evenly. She had looked at him before, though only Azula would be astute enough to notice. He had broad shoulders and there was something about his hair and face that attracted her. And maybe Azula was right... it was a better deal for him than more building or kitchen work.

"Your friend said I was here for 'personal duties,'" said Jet, looking her in the eye. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

Mai told herself to say no, to send him away, but Azula might get angry if she found out. And anyway... she wasn't going to hurt this man. She was just getting something she deserved.

Jet was a "difficult" slave, she had heard, and had received many punishments. But there was something still defiant in his eyes, and maybe that was the real reason he fascinated her. She didn't really want to break him, and in fact she suspected she couldn't. This man had more "fire" in him than some of the Fire Nation nobility.

"You have to do whatever I ask," she said. She had once said those words to a servant as a child and received an indulgent laugh in return. They worked only slightly better on Jet.

"If you're going to do something to me, go ahead," he said in a flat tone.

One could hardly expect enthusiasm from a slave, and his eyes still burned. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his head. "Kneel then, and touch me."

He raised his eyebrows but knelt before her without protest, running a hand up her thigh to her hip, over her clothing.

"Like that?"

"More," she said. Despite herself she was growing excited at all the things she could tell him to do. Mai was in control here, and it made the blood rush through her body. Jet obediently reached under her skirt, finally touching her just where she wanted, though through the cloth of her underwear. His hands were strong, but he knew he had to touch her gently. She could feel herself grow wet.

"I want you to use your mouth on me next. But first, take off your shirt."

He looked up at her, threw his shirt to the ground. She was thinking of what his tongue would feel like as he licked her. But when he bent forward, she saw scars on his back, and that broke her. They weren't whip lashes but deep cuts that brought to mind some of what she had heard of secret Fire Nation torture. Lust turned to regret and she backed away.

"Go," she said.

"Are you punishing me for my performance?" Jet asked.

Someone else might have punished him just for his tone, but Mai shook her head. "Just go-- I-- your back. I'll tell them not to beat you again."

He replaced his shirt. "They don't only beat me you know. It's all of us."

Mai shook her head. "Don't ask me to change the world for you. Just go."

She cursed Azula as Jet left the room, and then she cursed herself. But she still couldn't set Jet free. The best she could do was never call him back to her, and that wasn’t much. But Mai should have known better. Lust was dangerous.