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The palace prison of former Fire Lord Ozai was located some ten kilometers outside of Caldera City, easily accessible by means of one of the smaller Royal Airships. With the hood of her dark cloak pulled up to shade her face, Azula had had no trouble in gaining free passage from the guards at the portals of the earth barriers surrounding the estate. They just assumed that she was the former Fire Lord's favourite concubine, come to warm her master's bed. Inside the barriers, the estate itself left nothing to be desired. Large. Lavish. Luxuriously designed, surrounded by huge Palace grounds. If the circumstances themselves hadn't been so very humiliating, it would have been considered a highly respectable, even enviable retreat for a retired ruler. Lord Ozai lacked nothing in his current residence. Except his former title, his freedom and his bending.

The lord's private quarters were softly lit, a seductive scent of incense touching the air. Dressed in a red silk robe, Ozai half rose from his comfortable gilded armchair in anticipation to greet his beautiful young visitor. The spark in his golden eyes revealed his arousal.

"Welcome, Avan! It's just been a day, and yet I've missed your presence. Show me what wonders the visits to the Caldera designer stores have brought."

At the sound of his deep voice the tall slender female figure stiffened slightly. Shrouded by the drapings of her dark cloak, with the hood pulled up to conceal her head, she turned around to busy herself with the clasp at neck. The former Fire Lord appeared to appreciate the improvised striptease, because he leaned back in his armchair to sip at his cup of wine.

"Go on, Avan! I want to see you. Show me the new dress. Then, come here and kneel before me."

The long black cloak fell to the ground. Long bare pale arms, thick glossy black hair wrought up into a perfect topknot. A long blood red velvet dress with a voluminous skirt and a tight sleeveless bodice that revealed a panel of bare creamy skin at the back. For a brief moment, the young woman stood lethally still, as if dreading to face him. Then she whirled, suddenly decisive.

The sharp triple peaks of her gold hairpiece gleamed in the dim soft lighting. So did the soft sparkle in her huge golden eyes. The deep square neckline of the tight corseted red velvet bodice revealed the perfection of her full, firmly rounded breasts in their entirety. The pale creamy bare skin glowed softly, the rosy red nipples were erect and pointing challengingly at him. Picking up her flared red velvet skirts to move towards him, the girl sank gracefully to her knees to bow her head. The long glossy tresses of black hair shone in the soft warm lighting. As she raised her head to face him, her huge fiery eyes sparkled with an ancient flame.

A strangled sound issued forth from the former Fire Lords throat. He stared at her in pure and utter disbelief.

"A… Azula?"

"Father."

Oh, there really wasn't any mistaking that voice. That and her blue flames were the sole things that no impostor could impersonate. Reaching out, Ozai caught her chin in his hand to turn her face up to his. The full red lips opened seductively, the long slender neck arched gracefully before him. Below, the wonders of her full lovely breasts poked out at him, completely bared.

He didn't know exactly how it happened. One moment she was kneeling at his feet, staring up at him. The next he'd pulled her up into his lap with a strong arm around her slender back to examine her fully. She was perfectly complaisant, aiding him in achieving his goal. Trailing his fingertips over the soft velvety pale skin, he stared down into the huge golden eyes in awe.

"It really is you. Azula. All grown up and… perfectly beautiful. Tell me that this isn't some kind of vision that the spirits sent out to torment me."

Her lips were very close to his. "It's me, Father. It's really me. The management released me from the Ember Island Mental Health Facility. They declared me sane, and that they couldn't keep me there any longer. Zuko was forced to allow me to return. I'm back at court, Father. They guard me, but surreptitiously so. I'm a free woman."

His fingertips circled the soft creamy skin around her nipples dreamily.

"Zuko allowed you to visit me?"

"No. I had to enlist the aid of Avan. She was very helpful."

On hearing the name of his mistress, Ozai's face stiffened slightly. He was holding her locked to him with a surreptitiously firm grasp around her back, while exploring her with the fingers of his other hand. The fingertips travelled up from the ripe curves of her breasts to her long slender graceful neck, over the sculpted line of her jawbone, over the plush red cushions of her impossibly full red lips. A long muscular finger poked into her mouth experimentally, encountering the soft wet tip of her tongue. A hint of a cruel flash had gone on in the former Fire Lord's eyes to replace the look of pure wonder. The fingers of his other hand sneaked up to pinch and tweak her erect red nipples. Staring deep into his eyes, Azula leaned back to suckle his finger softly, swirling her long tongue around the tip. Ozai gasped audibly and pinched her right nipple quite hard. His right hand was exploring the soft curves of her breasts with an increasingly urgent demand.

"The Avatar. Did he take your bending?"

She shot him a glorious smile, leaning back in his arms to offer herself up and raise her palms.

"No, Father. I still have my fire."

The blue flames shot up to dance from her palms, mirroring themselves in his bright golden eyes. At the sight, the former Fire Lord gasped involuntarily. He stared at her in uncontrollable desire. Then, he picked her up in strong arms to carry her into the adjoining bedroom. His lips went down on hers, hot and demanding. His long tongue sneaked down into her mouth.

Momentarily, Azula panicked.

No. Remember why you came here.

She returned the kiss passionately and allowed the huge wave of unreality to sweep over her head. As her father placed her on top of his huge bed to pull the scarlet silk robe off unceremoniously, she stared up at him, wide eyed. Spread eagled before him, she kept her blue flames sprouting forth from both of her palms. Spreading her long legs unceremoniously, he knelt between them to pull the long red velvet skirt up over her legs. She was petrified, unable to move.

Oh, by the flame of Agni. He still looks just the same. Yes, I guess Avan is right. He is quite beautiful. That long black hair, those sculpted features. Those bright golden eyes. The muscles of his body, the heat… Oh, Agni! Forgive me, I don't know if I can go through with this!

A gasp of panic left her lips. The former Fire Lord was staring down at her bared sex in wonder. Trailing his big fingers teasingly down over the smooth pale skin to part the soft wet folds, he laughed. His other hand kept caressing her breasts, twirling her nipples.

"Why, Azula! Not even Avan ever came up with something like this! Oh, but that's truly glorious!"

He was rubbing her clit softly, rhythmically, staring down at the triple flame of black pubic hair that crowned her sex. Apart from that, she was completely bare and shorn, left open to his hungry gaze. Ozai laughed throatily and leaned forward to sling her long legs up over his wide shoulders. His breath was hot on her open, exposed sex. A large curious hand moved down to poke big fingers at her female opening, probing it experimentally. Twisting in his arms, Azula gasped. It took all her discipline to keep herself still before him, offering her blue flames up. The big fingers slid inside her to penetrate her further. She was embarrassed to realize how wet she was. Still, the sudden stinging feeling made her cry out. Ozai raised his black eyebrows, pleased.

"Hm. So, you really are a virgin. Well, my little Azula, I'm so very pleased. You want to please your father, don't you?"

He was rubbing her clit rhythmically again, pushing his fingers insistently at the internal barrier.

She trembled before him. "Yes. Yes, Father."

His voice was a low purr. "Why, that's very good. Now, just lie back and show me your flames. I want to see them. Just leave the rest to me."

As his hot mouth delved down on her sex, Azula gasped and twisted. As he sucked her clit greedily in between his lips, his big hands shot up to cup and fondle her breasts. Her mind was a turmoil, seething with mixed lust and disgust. Oh, by the flame of Agni! He was twirling her nipples between his fingers oh so skilfully, causing hot spirals of pleasure to course down to her sex. He was sucking her clit insistently, rubbing it and her labia with his long wicked tongue. Oh, she just couldn't take it any more! She-

"Ah!" Twitching violently against his face, she came in hot hard heavy spasms, crying out and rubbing herself against his mouth. The blue flames flared up from her hands in heavy spurts, causing sparks to fly across the room. Ozai didn't let up on her for an instant. However, he raised his head to stare up at his daughter's ecstatic contortions and blue flaring sparks with intense arousal. Clearly, he was ready to consummate their reunion.

She was whimpering in his arms, begging him to let her go.

"Oh, please Father… Please…"

Ozai smiled a wicked smile. "You're the one who decided to come visit me, daughter. I decide when I'm ready to let you go."

The hot wicked mouth dove down on her clit to suck and lick her into another orgasm. Then, another. When he finally let up on her, she was exhausted, unable to move. The effort required to keep her flames up was excruciating. Spasms and convulsions kept running uncontrollably all through her body. However, the sight of him made her eyes widen in alarm.

She'd come there with a vague idea of what she intended to achieve, but not at any cost. As the former Fire Lord moved up between her legs, eyes glowing with desire and his big member magnificently erect, Azula hurriedly quenched the blue flames issuing from her right hand. Reaching down, she caught his long thick cock in her still hot hand and started stroking him with firm sleek movements. Spirits, but he was large! She erased the thought of what it would be like to have her virginity taken by a love instrument that big, and increased the speed of her movements slightly. Ozai groaned with pleasure and leaned forward to kiss her neck, thrusting himself into her hand. His eyes were glued to the blue flames issuing forth from her left palm, so close to his face. Azula was shocked to realize that he couldn't have seen that kind of fire since the day of their mutual defeat. Well, she was there to undo the damage caused on that day.

Leaning over her, the former Fire Lord caught her slender hand in his own large one and let it envelop it. Seen this way, it actually looked as though the flame issued forth from his hand. Ozai stared at it as if spellbound. Shocked, Azula realized that he could actually feel the heat of her flame in it. Something ignited in Ozai's yellow eyes. Her right hand kept stroking him, faster and faster, ever so skilfully. His eyes were sparkling, lit up by the blue flames. Azula sensed more than saw the deep shiver shooting through him like a shockwave.

"Aaah!"

He came in a huge burst, spurting his hot seed all over her hips and belly. The semen drenched the painstakingly tended triple flame of soft black pubic hair. Ozai was staring at the blue flames, groaning and shaking all over. The fire was reflected in his sparkling eyes. Something about the look in them had changed imperceptibly.

Yes. Azula leaned forward to examine them with sharp yellow eyes. He probably wasn't aware of it yet, but he would be. And when he found out, she didn't want to be there

He was kissing her passionately, like a lover, and she was letting it happen. The unexpected gratitude was a shocking experience. As he rolled off the side of the bed to pour them each a glass of wine from a cut crystal carafe on a sidetable, Azula took the opportunity to slide off of the rumpled bed, wipe herself off on the bedspread and smooth out her red velvet skirt. A quick check ensured that her crowned topknot was still securely attached, although the thick black fall of silky black hair was tousled.

Ozai leaned out to hand her a glass of wine. The other big hand caught her slender upper arm. His yellow eyes were glowing in the semi darkness.

"Here. Stay with me tonight, Azula. There's still much to do."

Yeah. I'm sure you don't want to discuss old memories. You just want to fuck your only daughter all night long.

Even after his earlier release, his big cock was still semi-erect.

Lord Ozai is very potent.

Avan's words echoed in her mind.

Oh, Spirits! She had to get out of there soon, or he would doubtlessly have her pinned down underneath him on the bed again. This time around, there would be no respite. She felt momentarily tempted to-

No. I've had enough of madness for a lifetime. It's time to take control.

Sipping her wine delicately, she moved closer while at the same time twisting her arm out of his grasp. Martial arts moves really had their uses even outside overt combat.

"I can't stay. Zuko guards my presence at the Palace closely. If I'm gone for a whole night, he'll get suspicious and maybe prevent me from leaving again. It's better that I return back without his knowing that I have been gone at all."

For a brief moment, it looked like he was going to seize hold of her and lock her in his grasp. Of course, they both knew the risks of that.

"Zuko can't stop you from going wherever you want. It's not like he's powerful enough to keep you a prisoner in the Royal Palace."

"No. You're right. But the Avatar can."

His eyes narrowed. A look of fierce hatred twisted his handsome features.

"You see him regularly at the Palace? He's gotten used to you presence there? Azula, you know what you need to do! You have to kill him! Why, it's a miracle he didn't take your bending away!"

Setting the glass aside, she glided close to him and embraced his face gently with warm slender hands. Her voice was soft, her large eyes full of promises.

"Father, I have to go. I promise I'll return."

At the back of her mind, an echo of her brother's voice cackled.

Azula always lies.

Ah, not always. Only when it's the necessary means to an end.

The gift would make her absence easier to bear.