Azula woke up feeling her brother's hands roaming her body over her silk robe, all while watching her with smile that would have seemed innocent if she didn't know any better. Why couldn't he at least have the decency to only visit her at night so she wouldn't have to see his smirks and the looks he gave her?

"Sorry I didn't visit you these past days. I was busy" he said, making her move on the bed so he could remove her robe, then making her lie down again, tracing her spine over and over as she shivered "But I am all yours now" he kissed and gently bit her neck, his hot breath causing her pulse to accelerate. She hated how he could make her whole body react with the smallest of touches, and how he was turning this absurd situation into their new normal, reducing her life to this dreadful, sweet nightmare, forcing her to go along with his sick desires and to become an almost willing victim, humiliating herself for his amusement and pleasure.

Zuko started kissing, licking and biting her skin, marking her back from her neck to her hips, her whole body feeling warmer as he touched her. Azula still felt her stomach turning, but the simple truth was that a part of her had given up on fighting him off the very first time he forced himself on her, and her will was getting weaker and weaker the more he did it.

Her brother grabbed her ass and spanked her a few times, making her moan. Without even realizing she was doing it, Azula started spreading her legs. Zuko gripped her hips and begun licking her wet cunt. She trembled as he caressed her thighs, then started rubbing her clit. She was enjoying herself, but she was also worried - Zuko was always unbelievably rough with her once he wore her down. He was as much of a tease as she was. Still, she simply closed her eyes and enjoyed as he ate her out, trying to take all the pleasure she could get from this before Zuko decided it was time to punish her again.

"Oh, Zuzu... that feels so good..." she said, encouraging him to continue lapping at her pussy, which he gladly did.

She gasped in both pleasure and shock, clutching the bed sheets as he kissed and licked her asshole, and inserted two of his fingers into her cunt, making her legs shake even more.

"Do you like that, bitch?" he asked, pressing his lips to the curve of her ass.

"Yes... oh, yes..." she said, turning her head slightly to try and look at him, and seeing he had brought a bag with him again, a small one this time. She got even more nervous - Zuko could get pretty creative with all the ways he could use her, and said creativity often left an exhausted, bruised mess after he was satisfied.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he added a third finger and went back to running his tongue in circles over her asshole. Azula rubbed up against his face, and her walls squeezed his fingers, focusing on the pleasure. She'd save the panic for when the pain actually started.

After he managed to make her come, Zuko pulled away, slapping her hard on the ass as he got up.

"Stay there" he said, as he grabbed the bag, took a small bottle out of it, then left it right next to the bed. He let the liquid coat his fingers, then inserted them in her ass, making Azula bit her lip bloody as she tried to suppress a whine "Relax. You should be grateful that I'm bothering to use lube this time" he continued adding more lube, then poured a bit on his cock before shoving nearly all of it deep inside her in one go, making her scream and pathetically try to escape him. Zuko showed her no mercy, and every movement brought tears to her eyes as he continued his brutal assault.

"Stop! Please stop! It hurts! Stop!"

"Keep saying that" he groaned, going as deep as he could possibly go, fucking her hard and impossibly fast as she sobbed and cried into her pillow, biting it, waiting for the moment that the pain would become more bearable - somehow, there was always at least one sweet instant when she'd get to enjoy herself, despite part of her still being aware that she shouldn't like the things her brother did to her.

But as that blissful moment finally came, Zuko suddenly stopped moving and grabbed the bag again. Azula moaned as she felt him rubbing the toy on her pussy, getting it wet. It was big, but not as big as his cock. He started using the dildo on her, slowly at first, letting her get used to the sensation of being so full, taking most of the dildo out as his cock thrusted into her and vice versa. Once she started moving back against him, however, his movements got more erratic and uncoordinated, but still unbelievably pleasurable, and it only took couple of minutes for him to bring her to an intense orgasm.

How does he do that? How is it possible that he makes this feel good? This should disgust me.

Then again, how was she supposed to fight back against all those horrible, amazing things Zuko did to her, when he seemed to get off seeing both her submission and her resistance?

Hearing her screaming and feeling her desperately, gladly taking this abuse seemed to please her brother, and he kept going, making her squirt, then forcing her to do it again as he continued to ravish her until even he couldn't take it anymore, burying his cock deep in her ass and shooting his load. Azula sighed in relief as he pulled out let her rest at last, lying next to her and hugging her from behind. He was as much of a sweaty, exhausted mess as she was.

"I love you, Zula" he said, like he always said whenever he visited her.

"I know"

Most of the time I wish I didn't.

After a while, Zuko kissed her neck and shoulder as his hands started groping her tits and teasing her nipples. She let him, and relaxed feeling his gentle touch. It was strange, finding comfort in the arms of the same man who took such obvious pleasure in torturing her, but she couldn't help it.

What does it say about me that Zuko is the only person I feel safe with?

She drifted back into sleep before she had the time to really think about the bizarre situation she had found herself trapped in, still pressed against her brother and captor.