Soooo I'd always wanted to do something special for the Short Stories if I ever reached Chapter 69, and here it is! At first, it was going to be included as just another chapter...but then Scene 3 got away from me a bit and I decided it would be better to post this as its own story.

WARNING: Incest involving an underage character who's legally unable to consent, plus reference to past rape.

Daddy, who was intimidating even while in a good mood, got downright terrifying if he'd had a bad day. On those occasions, the slightest infraction, or sometimes even nothing at all so far as Azula could tell, would send him into a blinding rage. And the higher his anger was, the more urgent his need was for sex. Typically, when he sent for her while in a particularly foul mood, she picked up on it immediately and would go as limp and emotionless as a doll, letting Daddy do as he pleased with her. Usually, that wasn't so bad; he finished quickly, at any rate. But then there were the times where she was too slow to react, or preoccupied, or worst of all, when she'd done something wrong that day. Those nights, his fury knew no bounds. Those nights, she was lucky if she got away with just a black eye or some burns from a fire whip.

Two weeks ago, Azula hadn't been lucky.

She tried to not let it keep bothering her; this wasn't even the first time something similar had happened, so she thought she should be used to it by now. Father had given her that beautiful necklace the next morning, too. Today, after a dreadfully dull time of mandatory bedrest and a while longer where Azula wasn't allowed to do any strenuous firebending, Dr. Huang had finally removed her stitches down there and cleared her for all activity. They both knew that "all activity" included sex, even if it went unspoken. Even so, as she was still quite sore, she decided to take a little gamble when Daddy summoned her that night.

First, though, Azula looked the Fire Lord over carefully for any signs of anger as soon as she'd entered the room and closed the door. She found none. Daddy's posture was relaxed, and there was even a hint of a smile on his face as he said, "Welcome back." She returned his smile, but remained silent as she stripped down. Her fingers were trembling a bit, and she hoped it wouldn't be noticeable from this distance.

Daddy crooked his finger and beckoned her forward. "What's wrong? Cat owl got your tongue?" His other hand moved to unfasten his trousers; Azula noted that, as usual, he was not wearing any undergarments and already prepared for action. And she would not keep him waiting any longer. Within seconds, she had crossed the room, knelt at his feet, and taken him into her mouth.

She typically didn't do this unless he specifically requested it of her. The combined assault on her senses could be overpowering, even unpleasant. (Dare she admit, even to herself, that any aspect of Daddy was unpleasant?) But she had gauged his mood correctly…he was pleased.

"Such a little slut, aren't you?" he all but crooned to her. "So hungry for cock." Azula was spared from having to think up a clever response due to her mouth already being full.

After several minutes of this, her jaw was starting to ache, and drool was getting everywhere. Nevertheless, Azula knew that this couldn't be just any ordinary blowjob. No, if she wanted this to leave Daddy satisfied in its own right, rather than as simply a prelude to proper intercourse later on, she would have to go above and beyond what she usually did. Thus, when she sensed that he was getting close, she relaxed her throat and permitted him to thrust all the way into it. Daddy had always made it very clear that he wanted her to do this, and they had attempted it many times in the past, but Azula's gag reflex had always been too strong to permit it. But this time, she had practiced with various objects in her bedroom over the past few days, and although she did still gag, she was able to work past it. If anything, Daddy seemed to find additional stimulation from this reflex, and not a moment too soon he was moaning and spilling himself into what felt like almost directly into her stomach.

As soon as he was finished…finishing, Azula withdrew and gasped for breath, fighting back the urge to vomit. That had been a trying experience, yet she still found it preferable to the alternative right now. After clearing her throat as discreetly as possible, she spoke for the first time that night.

"Did you like it, Daddy?"

"Indeed I did. Good girl," Daddy replied. His voice was soft, and not even in a threatening way. "Go lie down, and I'll take care of you."

His fingers were so gentle that night as they parted her lower lips and played with her, carefully avoiding the sore spots. He even got out his special bottle of oil for extra lubrication. The arousal that had been buried under the pain finally made itself known. Of course, Daddy would not have been without alternative bedmates these past two weeks, but Azula had not had an orgasm in all that time. She hadn't realized just how desperately her body had needed it until now. As she moaned and writhed in climax, she thought that this was one of the best she'd had in recent memory.

It was simple. All she had to do was do anything and everything that Daddy wanted, and she would get hers in the end. This had more than made up for what had occurred two weeks ago…hadn't it?