Despite the enjoyment she got out of her punishment, both right after incident with their family and his friends and on the following days. Azula was deeply sorry for how she acted and for troubled it had caused her brother - trouble she'd have to remedy somehow. However, she did not promise him that something like that would never happen again. They both knew it would, either during any relapses she might have or whenever she had a chance to make him both miserable and desperate for her.

And maybe, just maybe, some part of her still wanted some kind of revenge against her captor.

If that was true, that part of her was getting weaker each and every day, and it was silent that night - the night Zuko finally decided she had learned her lesson and allowed her to just go to asleep instead of having to satisfy him first. She had been happy about it mere hours ago, but now she was awake, restless and terribly bored.

And her lover was sound asleep right next to her, on their bed - on their parent's bed. She would never get used to it, or to having to act like and dress up as her mother every now and again, with Zuko pretend to be Ozai... but she was starting to like it a little too much, even after such a short amount of time. She didn't want to think about what this meant, about what kinds of feelings and deviances this was exposing, and neither did Zuko.

It didn't matter, because thinking about that sort of thing, or thinking at all, was not something she should do at that moment. Sure, as a princess, it was her duty to help the Fire Lord in any way she could, and that included making him ask himself the questions he'd rather avoid finding answers to. But between those walls, on that bed, Azula wasn't a princess. She was a slave. A pathetic, desperate, needy little thing that wanted nothing more than to be used by her Master, to worship him and follow his every command.

The only things she had in common with the princess were her duties as a sister: to be good to her brother and please him. To give him heirs, as no other woman would ever be fit to do so, since they were neither his flesh and blood, nor had they been made for him like her. And recently he was quite clearly more eager than ever before to try and get her pregnant, taking advantage of the fact that she was barely leaving the room, staying buried inside her for hours and hours, fucking her until he simply had nothing more to give.

But right now he was asleep, and she was too frustrated by it to not go on with the terrible idea that just wouldn't leave her head, and that was sure to earn her yet another week without being able to sit down - Zuko certainly knew how to be impossibly rough with her and he was quite fond of spanking her. She was pretty convinced that the red marks of his hands on her ass would never fade... and neither would the bruises, burns, and bite marks all over her pale flesh. Honestly, she didn't want them gone. If anything, she wanted more marks, and now that people were suspecting of the real nature between them, maybe she could start showing them proudly. She was sure Zuzu would like that.

Azula hoped he'd also like what she was about to do.

She took off her own robe and slowly, very slowly, undid the knot on her brother's robe before gently running her hands through his naked torso. Azula liked her lips, getting them wet, them taking his cock into her hands and repeatedly kissing the head. She then licked his entire length, getting it slick and stroking it as it hardened. As he begun to stir, she took half of his member into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, watching his face closely, seeing him react to the pleasure he didn't know she was giving him.

When he woke up, she had to fight back a smile to keep the right shape of the mouth. He looked at her in both confusion and amusement before bringing a hand to the back of her head and pushing down, making her take all of his cock, and thrusting his hips upwards, making the tip repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Eventually however, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to stop.

"You spoiled little whore" he said, pulling her close to him and smacking her hard on the ass when she begun straddling him "Couldn't go even a night without getting attention from your brother, could you?"

"It's your fault" that earned her another smack "Ouch" she pouted and started rubbing up against him "Haven't you punished me enough, Zuzu?"

He smirked at her teasing, sitting up "Obviously I didn't. Otherwise you wouldn't be begging for more" without another word, he brought her down on his cock "Beg me to come in you"

"Come in me, Zuzu" she said, obeying him without hesitation, and cruelly burying her nails on his back "Give me every single drop. I want your cum in my pussy. I want to feel it in me" her brother continued thrusting into her wet hole until he came, her previous teasing having been more than enough to get him on the edge. She trembled in his arms and gave him a sweet kiss before being pushed off of him and forced to get on all fours "You enjoy getting me in this position a little too muc-" she moaned as he entered her, immediately going as deep as possible. Azula felt her head spinning as he'd back away enough to leave just the tip inside of her, them thrusting into her again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through their room "Harder... harder..." she begged through pants and gasps.

"You love being taken advantage of, don't you, whore?" he asked as grabbed and pulled her hair again, and she didn't need to look at him to know he was smiling. Her hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for anything to hold onto and she tightened up around him.

"Yes, daddy" she answered, knowing the effect it'd have on him, and laughing as his thrusts got faster and more violent. But she wanted to really drive him crazy that night "You want to get your baby sister, pregnant? You want to make me beg to be your breeding slut?" she felt herself getting even wetter as he groaned in pleasure and his cock twitched because of her words. Zuko had made it clear he wanted her to impregnate her, and while she had been terrified at first, the thought seemed to become more and more appealing every single day.

"I'll breed you" his low tone was enough to make her whimper "I'll rape you over and over until I get you pregnant, and I'll make you beg for more every single day of your life"

He continued ravishing her for what felt like an eternity, and her thighs were slick with her own wetness mixed up with his previous cum-load that were leaking from her cunt. She screamed in panic and pathetically, unsuccessfully tried to crawl away from him as he grabbed her hips and, without warning, started burning her skin.

She cried helplessly as he continued to mark her, trembling as the intense pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. The feeling of her brother coming inside her again finally pushing her over the edge, and she buried her face on her pillow, her whole body shaking violently and her hands tearing at the fabric of the sheets. He fucked her through her orgasm, not stopping until she was no longer moving.

Once Zuko let go of her hips, he started soothing her, then made her turn around, kissing her new burn marks that she hoped would at least leave small scars. The gesture felt less like an apology - she rarely got one of those from him nowadays - and more like a cruel, delicious promise that he'd always find some new way to break her... and to put her back together later.

To her surprise, he got on top of her and started it all again, the body offering no resistance.

"I love you, Lala" he said, thrusting into her a bit more gently now "I love you so much"

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in for a fiery kiss, stealing his breath and then making him look at her "I love you too, Zuzu"

Her brother's eyes widened and he stopped all of his movements, staring at her with the sad, lonely eyes of the innocent boy she once knew. It didn't last long, for he immediately went back to what he was doing, but with all of the tenderness that he had offered her just a few seconds prior being completely gone as he used her as he pleased, making her scream for him.

"Keep saying it!" his voice was too authoritarian for it to be a request, but too desperate for it to be an order.

"I love you! I'm yours, Zuzu!"

This isn't true. You don't love him. This isn't real.

She ignored what the voice - or perhaps whatever was left of her sanity - was saying. For all she cared, what they felt for each other could maybe not actually be love, but it didn't matter as long as she was his slave forever.

And the story is finally over!

...Or should I say, part one is over?

*evil laugh*