Azula had cried herself to sleep. Some time just before dawn, she thought.
Though she had been fortunate enough not to be plagued by another nightmare, it was apparent something much, much worse had happened - her husband had never returned to their bed.
It was the first time they hadn't slept next to each other since… well, since the incident that was responsible for the unpleasant dreams she'd been having. Which of course begged the question : If Daddy wasn't here now, then just where was he?
She had to wonder if he was even in the palace. It wasn't as though he had told her where he was headed, and if he wasn't at home then…
As she tried to will her mind not to go to places she didn't want it to go, with no such luck, she felt this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shot up out of bed, apparently making herself sick with the thought that her husband could very well be with another woman right now, or off at some slimy brothel, betraying the vows he'd sworn to her not one month earlier.
The urge to throw up was strong as she made her way, with some difficulty, to the accursed washroom where their argument had occurred the night previous, stumbling and with her head spinning. By some miracle, she was able to make it through the smaller door as well, the one that separated the main area from the toilet. Kneeling just above it, she felt her mouth water and the bile rise, knowing what was going to happen, and knowing that she couldn't stop it.
It burned something awful as her stomach was emptied of what seemed like the entirety of its contents in one go, and even worse, her mind insisted on entertaining a foolish and quite honestly, pathetic, sentiment. Yes, as she retched, alone in the still disarrayed washroom, she could only wish that Katara was there with her. Even just to hold her hair or-
Get ahold of yourself!, her mind scolded.
No, the person who should be with her right now was Daddy.
Slumped over the toilet, the nausea beginning to abate, all she could do was cry some more as the far too recent memories came back in full force, seeming to pierce her very heart. All those horrible things he'd said to her, the demeaning names he'd called her. But what had hurt the most was his absolute disdain at the very sight of her, his cold indifference toward her tears and distress. Did he truly not care at all then? Had he ever cared?
Was everything he'd said back then at Ember Island a lie? Had he only told her what she'd wanted to hear, so that she would forgive him, so that she would..?
Keep spreading your legs for him without argument? If there's one thing he cares about, it's that. And you know it.
At this point, she didn't even have the energy to try and convince herself that wasn't true, and anyways, why should she? He'd proven yet again that her feelings didn't matter, not even when it came to her own brother. No matter what she did, or said, it wouldn't make any difference. It never did.
That's right, keep telling yourself there's nothing you can do, and maybe someday you'll believe it.
She shook her head, almost laughing, pushing away the contrarian voice that had plagued her many, many times.
Her father was only the most powerful man in the entire world. No one, not even a fully realized Avatar, could stand in his way.
Azula winced as she stood up, the pain serving as a reminder of just how powerless she truly was. Apparently, she'd hit the wall harder than she'd originally thought, judging by the bruises she saw scattered along the entire right side of her body when she opened her robe to assess her injuries. Her upper arm, her hip and thigh, all splotchy with purple and red.
She was almost in disbelief that he'd done this to her… almost.
Then she remembered what it had felt like in the moment, how afraid she was. She hadn't seen her father so angry in quite some time. Again, since…
Since he held you down and forced himself on you just to prove a point? Just to prove that he could, to soothe his own ego and feel more like a man?
No, no, it wasn't like that-!
Wasn't it?
And suddenly, she was back there all over again. She could practically feel his hands on her, his hot breath against her skin. And the pain, oh Agni, the pain of his invasion into her unwilling body, white hot and blinding like lightning-!
You're my little girl
Crossing her arms over her chest, as if to mimic an embrace, she let out a choked sob that echoed throughout the empty room… then there it was again, it was like something was trying to claw its way out of her stomach. She tried to stay standing up but this time, the whole room was spinning, not just her head. Her vision started to darken, and there was a lump in her throat, as though she'd swallowed a rock.
She was going to be sick! It wasn't over.
Aiming for the toilet as best she could, she heaved. Once, twice… and…
The sheer force of it took her by surprise as did the almost fiery sensation in her chest, quickly shooting upward into her mouth, the acrid taste and smell of vomit overtaking her senses (which on its own would have been enough to cause such a reaction).
Panting, she wiped her face with her sleeve, at least fairly certain it was over… for the time being, anyway.
Her legs wobbly and her field of view still fuzzy with black spots, the dejected Phoenix Queen made a beeline for the vanity, dismayed at its current state. The mirror cracked and a good majority of her cosmetics ruined. As well, there were large scorch marks marring the once beautiful wooden finish of the countertop.
And when she got closer, Azula noticed something else was amiss. Even with her reflection distorted, the red spot on her face from where her husband had struck her (she hadn't even remembered that until now) was quite apparent.
She began to look for something to cover it up, something even halfway salvageable… only to be interrupted by a knock on the door, making her jump.
Was it..?
"Father?" she questioned, wanting to kick herself for being hopeful.
"Pardon, Your Highness," sounded a familiar, and regrettably feminine, voice.
Frantically, Azula searched, retrieving a miraculously intact powder box from the floor.
"Is everything alright?"
Her concern was not unwelcome, admittedly. Ming had been attending to her since she was a child, after all. Agni, she'd spent more time around her than her own mother growing up… plus she wasn't entirely useless! Unlike some of the others, others who made her wonder how exactly they had acquired their jobs, much less kept them. Were she not so busy dealing with everything else, Azula would have seen to it weeks ago that they were dismissed and replaced with more competent counterparts.
"Your Highness?"
"Yes, yes. I'm just feeling a bit ill, I'm afraid," she answered, hastily covering the entire left side of her face with the chalky, white powder. "It's nothing to concern yourself with."
She then closed her robe, re-tying it rather sloppily, and moved to open the door, Ming's skeptical amber eyes greeting her.
"Forgive my saying so but…" the woman began, gently. "...you don't look well. Shall I send for a doctor?"
"That won't be necessary," Azula replied, simply. "Was there something you wanted?"
"No, I've just brought your breakfast, congee and quail-chicken eggs today, as His Highness requested."
"My husband..?" she questioned, uncaring about anything else Ming had just said. "You spoke with him this morning? You've seen him?"
She furrowed her brow. "No, Milady. This was yesterday, His Highness told me you are to eat rich foods in the mornings from now on."
Silence for a moment.
"Have you eaten, Ming?" Azula asked the woman, whose expression morphed into one of obvious confusion.
"No," she answered.
"Well, go on then." She gestured toward the serving tray and platters laid out upon the small table in her direct line of sight, where she and her husband often took their meals.
"Are you not hungry, Milady?"
"No, and I'm sure you agree there's no sense letting it go to waste."
Azula sighed, her husband's whereabouts occupying her thoughts yet again.
"When you're finished, clean up this mess, will you? And see to it that ginger tea and mint leaves are sent to the royal spa, I expect that's where I'll be so long as there are no pressing matters to attend to."
"Yes, Your Highness."
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Ozai opened his eyes, for the moment unaware of where he was or how he had gotten there.
Groaning, he moved to sit up, the soreness in his aging body making itself known. From the looks of things, he'd spent the past few hours asleep on the hard floor. Already, he was regretting that, not looking forward to the number this had, without a doubt, done on his back. Why in Agni's name..?
Bleary golden eyes darted around the room, taking in his rather less than dignified surroundings. Between the various paraphernalia, scantily clad women, unwashed street urchins, and the thick haze that hung in the air, Ozai quickly surmised that he had awoken in an opium den. One of many scattered throughout the Caldera's underbelly, wherever prostitutes and other unsavory characters congregated, not so coincidentally.
Of course, he was not afraid of them. No lowly criminals could make the Phoenix King fear moving about freely in his city.
He scoffed, remembering how Brother had always insisted his little outings were dangerous… as if he hadn't patronized every damned brothel from here to the docks himself, the unimaginable hypocrite.
Ozai wondered, briefly, what he was doing now, and where he was. And if he knew Iroh, he was holed up in some Earth village, plotting against him at this very moment. Perhaps he should have let Azula-
Azula.
He'd almost completely forgotten why he was here, of all places, rather than lying in bed beside her where he belonged… that was her doing, he decided. He hadn't done anything wrong, she was the one creating all of the problems, as always.
Still, the end result was the same.
He was losing control, losing her.
Whatever damage he'd done, he had to undo it. Before his daughter had the chance to harbor resentment.
No, he wasn't going to lose Azula now. Not after these years, after going to such great lengths to ensure her loyalty. And not just that, molding her into his perfect heir, his consort and queen with whom he'd build a dynasty.
It had to be her, there was no other.
He didn't just want some empty-headed pretty thing who would bear him a child or two, then be tossed aside when the inevitable happened - he'd get bored, and move onto someone younger and prettier.
No, she had to be worthy of a king of kings. An equal… or well, as close as it got.
He needed Azula and she needed him, too, even if she couldn't see that right now.
Why did she have to be so Agni-damned difficult?! They were stronger together, was it not obvious? They belonged together. Before she was born, long before he'd ever known what it meant, he'd dreamt of fire, of great cities burning to the ground in a blaze of azure.
Whether Azula knew it or not, she was bound to him. Forever. She wouldn't leave him like the others, she couldn't. Oh, yes, he'd see to that, even if it meant locking her up in their rooms never to feel the sun's warmth again. Of course, he hoped it wouldn't come to that but if it did…
As he stood up, finally, he assured himself that such measures would not in fact be necessary. Azula loved him (perhaps she was the only person in his life who ever had though Ozai preferred not to dwell on that), he just needed to remind her why.
The walk back to the palace felt unusually short to the Phoenix King who had but one thing, or person rather, on his mind. Oddly enough, the peasants didn't even seem to notice him, as they normally would… which was precisely why he'd have made use of the palanquin were his departure under normal circumstances. Perhaps though, it was he who did not notice their gawking, pointing, and whispering, as he had something more important to think about.
Ozai made his way past the front gates, which parted for him without so much as a single word. Past the foyer, the portraits of his fathers, and their fathers before them. Down one corridor after another after another until at long last he was pushing open the door to the suite he now shared with his daughter… only to find one of her maidservants (what was her name again?) making the bed, Azula nowhere to be found.
He sighed, disappointed but not surprised, apparently alerting the young woman to his presence.
"Your Highness!" she exclaimed, descending into a low bow rather flawlessly. Years of practice, he supposed, she'd been employed here since he was but a lowly prince, third in line for the throne he now sat upon.
"Where is my wife?" he asked, getting straight to the point.
"The royal spa, Your Highness," she answered, without missing a beat.
Unconsciously, Ozai stroked his long beard as he considered his next move.
He needed to make some sort of a special gesture, a display of affection, he thought. Try as she might to project the image that she was above such things, she wasn't. Ozai knew his daughter like the back of his hand, and like any woman, Azula craved foolish and nonsensical things, romance and tenderness and the like.
"Get someone else to finish this, you're going to run an errand for me."
After this, she'd come crawling back to him, he was sure of it.
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Returning to her rooms, only to find they'd been transformed into a greenhouse, was just about the last thing Azula had been expecting.
She gasped at the sight of it, dozens upon dozens of beautiful and intricately arranged bouquets, decorating just about every available surface there was. The most exotic flowers : hibiscus in all the colors of the rainbow, birds of paradise, pink orchids and white jasmine. Even the last of the season's fire lilies, fragile as glass and the deepest shade of crimson, waning along with the summer.
Mesmerized, the Phoenix Queen ran her fingertips over the petals of the lilies, gingerly, finding them soft like silk. Their aroma was positively intoxicating as she leaned in and inhaled, unaware that she was not alone.
"Do you like them?" sounded the uncharacteristically gentle voice of her father and husband, appearing from the shadows.
Azula tried to speak but she couldn't string together the right words. Instead she stammered a 'yes' and stared down at the floor.
Ozai smiled, satisfied that all of this was indeed having the intended effect.
"Look at me, sweet girl," he purred, curling his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head upward.
And that was when he noticed the mark on her face, and his smile turned to a frown.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Azula. You know that, don't you?" he soothed, barely ghosting his knuckle over her bruised cheek, making her wince.
It pained him that she'd, in turn, come to expect further punishment. He wanted her to fear him, yes, just as anyone else. Yet he couldn't shake the visceral sense of displeasure he felt when she reacted to him like this, cold and fearful instead of warm and passionate. Warmth and passion both, he craved, the way a man dying of thirst craved an oasis.
Well, he'd see to that soon enough…
He kissed her, and to his delight, her much smaller body yielded to him.
Feeling almost drunk, Ozai pulled Azula close, until her soft chest was flush against his toned middle. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, swallowing her muffled 'mmph!' in response to his tongue entering her mouth and his hands groping her tight little ass.
He grew more urgent, more frantic by the second. Sucking her tongue, nipping at her lower lip, his hands all over her, as though he'd never again have the chance to touch her.
Azula could hardly even react, much less protest, her back hitting the wall as her daddy all but devoured her. The way he kissed her, like they were new lovers, took her breath away, so much so she couldn't say a word when he finally did move to her neck instead. No, all she could do was pant and whimper at the sensation of searing hot lips and gentle nibbles on her tender flesh, still sore and covered in little purple splotches and teeth marks from their previous encounters.
"Daddy..." she sighed, her voice much more breathy and weak than she'd intended.
"Let me apologize to you properly, hm?" he hummed against her neck, his warm breath making her shudder.
Ozai didn't wait for her answer, he knew Azula couldn't refuse him.
And unsurprisingly, she offered no protest when he grabbed her, and dragged her over to their bed, practically throwing her on top of the freshly laundered sheets. Then he started to burn away her clothes, beginning first with the thick outer layer, followed by the fine silk undergarments beneath, ruined with a mere flick of his wrist, leaving her body completely bare.
"Daddy, what-?"
"Hush, Azula," he hissed, hovering over her now, those pretty golden eyes of hers staring up at him, unsure.
"I never want to hurt you, My Princess," he rasped, delighted at the way her breath hitched in her throat when he reached for her perfect tits and squeezed, hard.
"From now on, you'll feel pleasure…" He lowered his face to her chest, kissing her deliciously erect nipples. "...only pleasure," Ozai promised, sucking one of the little pink nubs into his mouth and making the small girl beneath him moan, and beg for more.
And more she'll have, he thought, his cock hard for her already.
As payment for the suffering he'd inflicted upon her body, his daughter's nipples received a vigorous tongue lashing, while he ground his clothed erection into her thigh and wondered, briefly, how many other men would kill to be where he was, slobbering all over a beautiful queen and conqueror's firm young tits… was this what her pathetic enemies dreamed of at night just to keep themselves going?
It didn't matter, nobody else would ever touch Azula.
She was all his. He was her first love, he took her virginity.
Not like that whore, Ursa, who'd never truly been his. Long before they were ever married, she'd already given herself to some filthy peasant. Unworthy of the place by his side their daughter now occupied, unworthy of a queen.
"Daddy, please!" Azula whined, instinctively, unaware of what was going on in that mind of his but grateful for it nonetheless.
"Such pretty begging," her daddy crooned, in between kisses and licks. "How could a man deny you anything?"
She then felt his teeth clamp down on her right nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise at the little sting of pain. Pain which he soothed by wrapping his lips around the stiff peak and suckling.
He was making her so wet, she could feel it.
Lust clouded her senses, completely drowning out everything else.
"Please," she begged again, almost in a daze as she spread her legs for her father, shivering at the thought of his big cock pounding into her aching pussy.
"Please, please, Daddy, I need your cock!"
He perked his head up and laughed.
"Eager, aren't we? Plenty of time for that later," he told her, pushing her legs apart a bit further, until she was completely exposed and vulnerable.
And he just stared, stared at the pretty, hairless cunt that unquestionably belonged to him, as if he were seeing it for the first time. Even at a distance, he could tell how wet she was, how badly she needed what he was about to do to her.
"First," he began, his rough fingers parting her outer lips, fully revealing a set of smaller, pinker ones which were slick with her own arousal, and her tiny clit, peeking out from its hood, wanting his attention. "You'll sing for me, Princess."
The Phoenix Queen, reduced to a state of absolute desperation, felt a tightening in her groin as her husband kissed along her inner thigh, and she bucked her hips, very much involuntarily.
"Ahh!" she cried, her head snapping back onto the pillow the instant his hot tongue slid along her opening, just barely tickling her clit.
Smirking inwardly, Ozai lapped at his daughter's cunt, greedily, drawing all manner of positively obscene sounds of approval from her. Then he would stop, kissing and nibbling lightly, teasing until she was practically sobbing for more. Stopping, starting, avoiding the real prize - the hard, needy little nub she kept pushing against his nose.
"Daddy! Please!"
The Phoenix King raised his head, satisfied with her frustrated groan.
"Please what, my little girl?" he asked, smugly, peering down at her.
Upon noticing more bruises, he was just slightly disappointed but instead of letting that sour his mood, he enjoyed the otherwise pleasing sight of his daughter's beautiful naked body, flushed and glistening with sweat. Her nipples hard as rocks, legs spread wide open like the slut that she was.
"Here, Daddy, please," she said, her own hand moving to her pussy, running a finger over her clit. "Right here, until I cum for you."
She tried to touch herself again, but he stopped her.
"Mine," he told her, firmly. "Only mine."
Then he was prying her lips apart again, giving himself access to her fully exposed clit. He licked her there, just once, a high-pitched yelp echoing throughout the room in response. Then, he grazed the nub with his teeth, gently at first, biting down until she hissed in discomfort.
A moment passed where Ozai was still, and Azula was wriggling her hips, repeating "please" over and over, beckoning him.
Finally, after what felt like forever to the Phoenix Queen, her husband's skilled tongue flicked against her clit, sending shockwaves of fiery pleasure all throughout her body.
"Hagh-aaaaAAAaaah!" she cried out loudly, balling her fists into the sheets. "Don't stop, please don't stop, Daddy, ngh-aah!"
And indeed he did not stop as she gasped and moaned and bucked, and he tried his best to hold her still, licking away at her like she was the single most delectable thing it had ever tasted.
"Daddy! …Daddy! …Daddy!" she squealed, to the point where it didn't even sound like a word anymore. Her impending orgasm made her writhe almost as if she was in pain, the world around her disappearing until there was only Daddy's hot tongue bringing her to a high she so desperately needed.
Azula's face burned, her back arched and her toes curled. Her clit, no, her entire body was on fire by the time her daddy closed his lips around the swollen bud and sucked, audibly, the wet slurping sound filling the air.
Ozai didn't need his daughter to actually verbalize that she was about to cum for him. Her choked screams and the frantic twitching of her hips told him all that he needed to know.
Still, like the good girl she was, Azula screamed it to the heavens, quivering against his lips and tongue as he sucked at her clit voraciously.
"I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cum- AaahaaAAaaah! Daaaaaddyyyy!"
He did not stop there.
No, once most definitely wouldn't do.
"Daddy…" Azula mewled, dreamily.
"More?" he asked, popping his head up to catch his breath, and simply to get a look at her face.
"Mmmm," was all she could manage.
He smiled at the sight of her appropriately mussed hair and reddened cheeks, stained with fresh tears. Not of sadness, but of pure ecstasy.
"You taste so sweet, Princess," Ozai complimented, lazily fondling one of her breasts.
His other hand went for her cunt, dipping a single finger inside and feeling his rock-hard cock twitch at not only the sound she made but how she sucked him right in, how amazingly wet she was, all for him. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she prepared herself beforehand.
"Always so wet for me," he remarked, beginning to stroke her inner walls, gently, making that greedy little pussy of hers clench around his finger.
"Do you love me, Azula?"
Of course, Ozai knew the answer to that already. Why else would her body react to him the way it did? Oh, yes, he'd pleased many, many girls over the years… but not like this. Bedding Azula was different, better.
"I love you more than anything, Daddy," she said, starting to move her hips in tandem with his practiced touch.
"That's my girl, you know you were always my favorite," he praised, swiping his thumb over her clitoris, satisfied at the delighted little squeal she made.
Fuck, this was turning him on, much more than he would ever care to admit. As a rule, Ozai cared only for own pleasure… but there was just something about Azula that made him break all of his rules. Maybe it was simply the fact that she was his daughter, the one girl in the entire world he wasn't supposed to have. And yet, here she was, moaning like a whore for him - and he wasn't even fucking her, it was only his hand!
"Mm, you're gonna be a good girl and cum for Daddy again, aren't you?" he asked, knowing that was a given.
"Yes!"
Thumbing her clit furiously now, he pushed another finger inside of her.
"Fuck, Azula, you love this, don't you?" he grunted, suddenly aware of his cock pressing painfully into the seam of his trousers, urging him to just stop all of this, to turn her over and fuck her until it hurt.
"Yes!" she repeated, gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.
Between her cries, the way those suckable tits jiggled with every move, and her impossibly tight little cunt contracting around his fingers, he felt like he was going to cum in pants… and almost did. The only thing holding him back at this point was his own pride.
Azula, meanwhile, was hardly even in the land of the living anymore, a second, even stronger orgasm building. Daddy must have known what was happening, she thought, as the fingers pumping in and out of her curled upward, and he rubbed at her clit harder. Then that was when she felt it, that familiar pressure and heat. She sucked in a breath, welcoming the undeniable proof of his love for her.
Their eyes locked, euphoria exploding through her body in a rush of blinding intensity, the force of it taking them both by surprise.
"Daddy!" she barely managed, breathless and shaking wildly, very aware of the sensation of her pussy clamping down on his big fingers as she came for him, the bed creaking beneath her.
And at that moment, Ozai couldn't hold back any longer.
With an obvious sense of urgency, he withdrew his hand from his seemingly half-conscious daughter, and lifted his robe, revealing a pair of trousers that did very little to hide his erection. As he fumbled around with the fastenings on his pants, he could sense that his time was running short.
"Stay just like that," he growled, reaching for his throbbing, hard cock.
The very second it was exposed to the open air, he breathed an audible sigh of relief, leaning over his daughter, dick in hand.
A few quick tugs was all it took, then he was cumming all over Azula's tits, marking them as his… and what a pretty picture it was.
He watched her chest rise and fall, the many candles surrounding them guttering, then flaring back up, synchronous with her rapid breaths, some of his release dribbling down onto the bedspread.
Then she smiled up at him, and he couldn't help but to smile back.
"Thank you, Daddy," his wife said, softly.
Everything was as it should be.
⁂⁂⁂
It was past midday by the time the royal couple had finished cleaning themselves and… other things.
As Ming, her current favorite, and Chuh, one of the new girls, combed through her long hair, Azula flushed pink and grinned wickedly at the memory of her daddy's soapy hands sliding over her breasts, and those rough fingers of his, paying special attention to her nipples.
Agni, she could practically feel him now, rubbing, pinching, and tugging at them until she couldn't stand it. All the while, whispering sweet praises into her ear, telling her how beautiful and perfect she was, how her body was made to be worshiped. And before she knew it he was reaching for a bottle of oil, coating his hand which then disappeared beneath the water, sliding up in between her legs and-
Azula cleared her throat and clenched her thighs together, in an attempt to distract herself from the sudden tingling sensation in her pussy.
"Have my agents retrieved the waterbender yet?" she asked, curtly.
"I am afraid I don't know, Your Highness," answered Ming.
Chuh was predictably silent, not yet aware of the palace's comings and goings. It remained to be seen whether or not she could be trusted though if she were being honest, Azula found it difficult to trust any halfway decent looking young woman who might come into contact with her husband… well, ordinarily at least. Considering they spent nearly every waking moment together and not only that, Daddy couldn't seem to keep his hands off her, any worries would be irrational.
"Forgive me," Ming began, giving her something else to think about. "I'd like to inquire about her health, I was there the other day when..." she trailed off.
"I'm told there has been marked improvement, you needn't worry," Azula reassured, which was indeed the truth as far as she knew.
"What-?" Ming began to ask, interrupted by the sound of the nearby door opening, revealing the subject of their conversation, as well as two of the Phoenix Queen's Dai Li agents.
"Majesty," the men said in unison, descending into flawless bows.
"As you were," Azula told them.
A moment of silence passed as she surveyed Katara.
She wasn't herself, that was obvious. Dejected, pathetic. Staring down at her feet as though she were a child who had just been scolded. At the very least though, there didn't appear to be anything terribly wrong physically, and Azula supposed that was acceptable.
"Did the healer say anything of note?" she asked, turning her attention to her agents once more.
"No, Your Highness."
"Very well. If there's nothing else..?"
The two men looked at each other for the briefest moment, then back at their queen, expectantly.
"You are dismissed."
They bowed a second time before making their exit, a heavy silence hanging in the air even after they were gone.
Katara stayed right where she was, not wanting to look her highness in the face. She was angry, oh yes, but that was only part of it. Another part of it was fear, raw and primal in its purest form. The very real fear that if she angered her master (or her master's master, thank Tui and La he wasn't here right now) any further, she very well might end up dead this time.
There was nothing that could be said, not while the wounds, both physical and mental, were still so fresh.
"You're… looking well."
I'm looking well, seriously? That's all you have to say?!
Katara merely nodded and said nothing.
Her gaze flickered upward, to Azula's face, her expression unreadable. Then something caught her attention - a large, fresh bruise.
It was him, it had to be him who'd done that to her.
A part of her hated that she still cared, that after all of this, she couldn't help but to feel at least a little sorry for Azula… her captor, who had beaten her nearly senseless just days ago, and with zero remorse to boot!
I don't have to like her to help her, Katara told herself.
And that of course begged the question : How could she help someone who didn't even want to be helped?
Instinctively, Katara looked to a friendly face instead.
Ming.
The two made eye contact, Ming offering her a small smile as she started to gather up Azula's hair into her usual topknot, the other girl whose name Katara didn't know helping her to secure it with a red ribbon.
Thankfully, the Phoenix Queen was apparently too distracted to notice the exchanged glances, focusing in on the mirror now, ensuring her appearance was satisfactory.
The room was eerily quiet again, Katara quickly realizing that Azula seemed unhappy with something. And it didn't take a genius to figure out that something was the still uneven and choppy pieces of hair framing her face. Most of which had been camouflaged to the best of Ming's ability but it obviously wasn't perfect.
"Is something wrong, Your Highness?" Ming asked, dutifully, evidently having realized her queen's displeasure as well.
"It's nothing," she answered.
A pause.
"Leave us," she then said, addressing both of her servants, who departed without another word. Only two perfect bows, and a look of sympathy from Ming.
"Well, how are you feeling?" Azula asked, catching Katara slightly off guard.
Like you care.
"Fine."
"Good. You should be grateful, you know."
...grateful?!
The instant the word reached her ears, everything Katara had been feeling manifested itself into just plain rage. How in the fiery pits of Agni's inferno did Azula figure that she should be grateful?! For what?!
She couldn't hold back.
"What should I be grateful for, exactly? That I have the privilege of being your slave instead of being executed? Don't make me laugh. That it was you who beat me instead of your sorry excuse for a father and husband who gets himself off by torturing girls?! That-"
Katara had so much more to say but her rant ended prematurely due to an unexpected interruption - Azula suddenly throwing up into a pitcher which was normally used for washing.
Just what was going on here, anyways?
…and why was the room filled with flowers?
"Look, I don't have the energy to argue with you right now," Azula said, dismissively, her voice slightly hoarse and rather less harsh than it normally was. "Let's just say your punishment could have been a lot worse and leave it at that."
"Leave it at that?" Katara asked, incredulously.
"Yes, now if you'll excuse me-" Azula heaved, as if she were going to be sick again.
Perhaps she was hurt more severely than she appeared to be? Katara was certainly no stranger to internal injuries, she'd seen (and healed) plenty.
"Azula, where else did he hit you?" she demanded, her brain making the instantaneous switch to healer mode.
"I don't know what you're talking ab-"
"Oh, come on, drop the act! Seriously, do you think I'm stupid?" Katara interjected.
Azula moved to stand up, clutching her abdomen.
"I-I'm okay," she insisted.
Katara sighed, exasperated. How could she not see that her father was a horrible person who cared only for himself? That she'd be better off without him? That she didn't have to take the abuse?
Why does she love someone who treats her like this?
"No, you're not okay."
She approached the injured queen, tentatively.
"I'm a healer, remember? I can tell. At least let me take a look? You know, it could be serious even if it doesn't hurt much."
By some miracle, that was enough to convince Azula. She nodded her head, albeit reluctantly, and accepted her help, allowing Katara to lead her over to the large bed (the one she shared with him, ugh).
"Just lie down. Go slow, don't strain yourself."
Once Azula was in position though, she hesitated. She couldn't very well examine, much less heal, someone who was fully clothed.
"I'm going to have to open your robe, is that alright?" Katara asked, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Do whatever you have to do, let's not make this any more uncomfortable than it needs to be," the other girl answered, not even making eye contact.
Deftly, the waterbender untied the sash holding the thin, silk robe closed, then moved the fabric aside, revealing Azula's bare chest and stomach.
Immediately, she noticed quite a bit of bruising on the right side of her body, mainly around her hip and abdomen but other places, too.
What did he do to her?
Whatever awkwardness she may have been feeling had abated. Now she was back to just being angry. Angry at the so-called Phoenix King, who was so pathetic he had to beat and force himself on his own daughter just to feel like more of a man. But also angry at the entire situation, she could scarcely believe she'd gotten herself into this mess. Perhaps most of all though, Katara was angry at herself. Here she was again, caring for her as though nothing had happened… it was the right thing to do, she reminded herself.
If Azula truly did have an internal injury, traditional medicine couldn't help her.
"Does it hurt when I press down?" Katara asked, applying gentle pressure to one of the larger bruises, trying to keep her breathing level and her own emotions in check.
Azula winced.
"A little."
"How about here?" She pressed against her ribcage this time, making Azula suck in a sharp, very audible breath. "Does it hurt more here?"
"Some."
"Alright…" Katara's eyes scanned the room for any water she could use. "...does the wash basin have any water in it? I need it to check if anything's broken," she explained, with the hope of reassuring her that she wasn't going to attempt an escape.
Maybe, even just a week or two ago, she'd have tried it were she in a similar situation. Ozai nowhere to be seen, Azula injured and vulnerable, no other servants around. It seemed perfect… except it wasn't.
Now of course she knew better.
Ozai could be lurking around any corner, so could those creepy Dai Li agents.
And even if she did manage to make her way out of the palace, there was nowhere to go and no one to help (as she'd very recently discovered). And if she failed and was caught trying to escape again..?
"Yes, there's water," Azula said, stopping her train of thought.
Right, focus, Katara scolded herself.
"You know if you try anything again, I can't help you."
Oh, you mean like last time? Yeah, real big help there, she thought but didn't dare voice aloud.
Katara took a deep breath.
"I know," she said simply, looking toward the basin again.
As she focused her energy into waterbending, it felt strange to be doing so out in the open. Lately, the only time she got to interact with her own element was when she took baths, streaming the water as quietly as possible so as not to alert the servants that she was bending.
"Okay…" Katara used the water to see inside of Azula's body, carefully examining the fragile bones and tissue, on both sides of her ribcage just to be safe. "...I don't feel anything broken."
Moving her hands down lower, to her abdomen, she channeled her bending to check for anything unusual there as well, any signs of blood flowing where it shouldn't be. She shuddered, feeling her stomach twinge at the thought of bending the blood. But if that was what needed to be done… Katara could only hope it wouldn't come to that.
"I don't think there's any-" She nearly gasped in shock, swallowing her own words before they came to fruition.
Azula wasn't bleeding, no, but something wasn't right. She could feel it… well, not that she was even sure what it was. She'd never dealt with anything quite like this before. Just below her fingertips was a swirling pool of chi, small but powerful, gathered seemingly in the center of her womb. It felt almost... alive.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
It was alive.
Azula was pregnant…
…with her father's child, her own sibling.
Does she even know?
No, she couldn't possibly know, Katara quickly determined. The child itself was smaller than a grain of rice, perhaps more comparable to a seed germinating than anything. It had to be very early on in the pregnancy, not even a doctor would be able to tell what was going on, she'd wager.
"Well? Any what?" Azula demanded, ignorant indeed of the tiny little life that had taken root inside of her only weeks ago, on the night of her father's return to the capital. The night he had taken her every which way, with such ferocity it was a wonder she was able to walk the next morning.
"Uhhh…" Katara sputtered, still reeling, her mind scrambling around for the right words.
She recalled something her grandmother had told her, seemingly ages ago, when she used to help her deliver babies back home - that in the North there were healers who specialized in this sort of thing but oftentimes a woman couldn't be sure she was with child until her moon blood didn't come, not once but twice for good measure.
"Everything is fine! It's just…" she hesitated, feeling slightly awkward at the prospect of broaching this particular subject.
But she had to tell her… right?
Before she could try though, the door swung open, and both girls jumped.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Ozai growled, at the sight of Azula half undressed, laying there with her tits out and with another person's hands on her.
He barreled into the bedroom, seeing red, callously shoving aside the water bitch who fell to the floor with an audible thud, the water she had been bending soaking the sheets and his daughter alike.
"Daddy, she's a healer!" Azula exclaimed, trying to cover herself.
"How dare you let her touch you!" he roared, grabbing her arms, hard, wrenching them away from her body. "She can't be trusted!"
"Please, you're hurting me," she whined, pathetically, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled against him.
"Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you - just like your precious Avatar!" he roared in the direction of the appropriately frightened waterbender. "Now get out of my sight, whore!"
She didn't need to be told twice, the door slamming shut behind her as she scuttled off down the corridor like a startled kitchen mouse… and it was then he realized that his daughter was every bit as frightened as her slave, if not even more so.
Ozai took a deep breath, calming himself slightly.
"Azula." He looked down at her, trying to soften his expression. "I didn't mean to… I feared for your safety. We can't trust her anymore, least of all with her own element at her disposal. From now on, you're to see the family physician. Promise me."
She nodded.
"I promise."
"Does it hurt terribly?" Ozai asked, running his fingers over a sizable and rather unsightly bruise just above her right hipbone. And in that moment, he could only wonder why it was he kept doing this to her.
He cleared his throat, as if to clear his head as well from that line of thinking.
"Shall I send for the doctor?" His gaze flickered to her bare breasts, once, twice, then settled on her face again. "You look pale."
"No, I'm fi-"
"I think this has gone on long enough, Azula, don't you?"
The Phoenix King understood his daughter was a proud, even stubborn creature much like himself but enough was enough. She was ignoring her own health, outright, and the water bitch was certainly no doctor - she could heal the bruises, yes, but she couldn't fix whatever it was that had been ailing her as of late, what had been causing her to behave so irrationally.
"Yes, Sir," Azula conceded, in a manner he could tell was reluctant though ultimately she was submitting to him, and that was what mattered.
"Good, now dress yourself properly, I'll send for Doctor Liu."
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Hysteria, he called it.
Ozai had heard tell of this affliction before, not that he really knew what it was.
"It's quite common among highborn young ladies, I'm afraid," the physician explained, once Azula was out of earshot.
And the more he spoke about it, the more it was beginning to make sense… it certainly explained his daughter's odd behavior, particularly as of late. The nightmares and bouts of nausea, the still perplexing machinations of her mind. Not to mention her outburst the night previous, never had she raised her voice to him before (admittedly, he felt somewhat better about all of that knowing it wasn't really her fault).
"How do you cure it?" the Phoenix King then asked, getting straight to the point.
"Your Highness, I… I am afraid there is no cure, per say. Though there are certain things a man can do to, er… alleviate some of the symptoms."
"What sort of things? Go on, out with it!"
Ozai could have laughed when the man prescribed regular sexual intercourse as medicine, at first he'd thought he was joking… only he wasn't. Well, that was something he'd be all too glad to comply with.
"I'll have you know I fuck that little girl stupid practically every day of her life, and not just once either. Sometimes twice, even three times if she wants it. You're telling me that isn't enough?"
He could tell the old man was struggling to maintain his composure by that point, it was written all over his face.
"Well, f-for some it's more than enough but i-if I may… you and your bride share the blood of the dragon. Dragons are fierce and primal creatures, driven by their own desires above all else. It is likely that members of the royal family experience those desires more strongly, and more often, than others." He cleared his throat. "I-I assume that you intend to have children together? It'd be in her best interest to ensure that happens as soon as possible - some women report that their symptoms disappear entirely after birthing a child! A natural consequence of the aforementioned treatment option, of course, and I trust your majesty will see to that as well."
Yes indeed, from here on out, it was to be Ozai's personal mission to fuck a baby into Azula. Something which benefited all parties involved, her perhaps most of all. It was selfless of him, really.
"F-Forgive me, Your Highness, there is one more thing…"
"Yes?"
"Your bride, she must… f-for the treatment to be as effective as possible, sexual climax must be achieved."
And this time, Ozai did laugh, much to the older man's chagrin.
"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem."
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"Hysteria?" Azula questioned, having never heard of such a thing herself, evidently.
"You needn't worry, My Dear. Lucky for us, it's easily treatable."
"What do we have to do?"
Ozai grinned lasciviously, looking pointedly at her chest.
"I just have to fuck you, as often as possible," he stated, nonchalantly, apparently making her think he was joking.
She rolled her eyes, playfully.
"Daddy, be serious. What did he-?"
"I am serious, Azula. And I wasn't finished. Fucking you is only half of it, the treatment also involves pleasuring you… making you cum all over my cock. How does that sound, Little Princess, hm?"
She was silent for a moment, and he just stared at her tits again. Even through the thick robe, he could see her nipples harden.
He leaned in, cupping her flushed cheeks, and kissed her full on the mouth.
As their tongues danced, he slipped one hand beneath the left side of Azula's robe, groping her pert breast. He found her hard little nipple with ease, pinching and twisting it, making her whimper against his lips.
He could have, and would have, taken her right then and there. Only she was so eager, he decided it would be fun to tease her a bit… and besides, they hadn't been outside the palace in days.
Pulling away from her, he moved to speak into her ear.
"Get dressed for dinner," he said, still toying with her nipple.
"But-"
"Patience, My Dear, hm?" Ozai chuckled lightly. "What's gotten into you? You're insatiable."
"Daddy!" She pouted, squirming impatiently. "Can't we just eat later?"
"No," he said, simply, his fingers clamping down on her nipple and tugging, hard, until she squealed… which he rather liked the sound of, prompting him to do it once more before taking his hand away.
"Now behave, or else I'll do that until you cry," Ozai warned, watching with a sick pride as his daughter soothed her abused teat. "Oh, and don't wear too many clothes tonight, you'll overheat."
"Yes, Daddy."
And to the Phoenix King's delight, his wife did not disappoint.
Of course, he'd given her ample time to ready herself, he knew how she was… but it'd be lying if he were to say he didn't enjoy the end result.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" Azula asked, much too eagerly.
"I do," Ozai answered, his cock suddenly springing to life as his eyes roved over her slender body.
Oh, yes, he liked it very much. The tiny, red top that barely deserved the name left little to the imagination. No sleeves or straps, leaving her arms and décolletage bare save for the collar he'd gifted her. It was short, too, proudly displaying her flat, toned middle (thankfully the bruises had been covered with makeup). But the best part was that the garment was so thin, nearly transparent, making it fairly obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I wore this in the beginning of summer, at the beach… I think I've grown since then," she said, fidgeting with it as he watched her gorgeous breasts jiggle, shamelessly.
Then she moved to tug at her skirt, which was more modest in comparison but still flimsy and left too much leg exposed… he couldn't decide if this whole outfit was just too much. Did he really want other people (men) to see his queen like this?
Azula must've realized he was having second thoughts about it, as she crossed an arm over her chest.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll go and put something else on, this is-"
"You will not," he interrupted, deciding within seconds that this was indeed what he wanted to look at during dinner.
He jerked her arm away, revealing her barely-clothed breasts once more.
"You're perfect just as you are," Ozai declared, staring at the now erect nipples poking through her shirt as if he were addressing them rather than her.
Azula blushed at the compliment and smiled, oblivious to the fact that he couldn't even see her doing so… how did he always know how to make her grin like an idiot?
"So, am I allowed to know where we're going?" she asked, not at all bothering to hide her anticipation.
Not that she was excited about the food, in fact, she couldn't care less about that. No, all Azula cared about was being stuffed full of the magnificent cock she'd been denied - not once but twice!
"No, it's a surprise," Daddy answered, rather unsurprisingly.
Then he took her leash in hand and they were on their way, Azula nearly breathless with emotion, her heart pounding the entire time.
Wherever they were going, it must be some distance away, she decided, as the larger palanquin had been readied, along with a dozen servants. Had it been somewhere close to the palace, there would be separate palanquins or at the very least, the usual six bearers would suffice as they wouldn't need to switch places.
As Daddy helped her get inside, she even noticed the poles were outfitted with lanterns, despite the fact that there was plenty of daylight left.
"Come here, sit on Daddy's lap," her husband commanded, gently but in a manner that conveyed this wasn't a request, the palanquin lifting up off the ground.
Azula thought she would go mad with lust as she maneuvered herself to sit across his lap, feeling her father's huge cock, rock-hard against her backside. And once she was in position, he pulled her closer and rested his large hand just above her knee, making her whine and buck her hips reflexively.
"Shhhh," he soothed, patronizingly, tapping his fingers against her bare skin, lightly as he moved to kiss her neck, just above the tightly locked collar.
The ride was tortuous.
He teased her all the way, with searing kisses along her shoulders, neck, and collarbones… stroking her inner thighs, higher, higher, promising more but never delivering… massaging her breasts and painfully hard nipples through her shirt. Once in a while, he'd even pull her shirt down just enough to expose a perfect pink nipple, then he'd flick his tongue over the stiff peak, every little lick sending pulses of pleasure straight to her throbbing pussy…
"Daddy! Please!" she begged, for what felt like the twentieth time as her father's hot tongue tickled her right nipple, and his fingers danced along the space where her groin met her thigh, so close to where she wanted him to touch her.
She spread her legs, feeling a rush of nighttime air, which she found to be disappointingly warm, against her bared cunt.
She could have screamed… she nearly did scream when he fastened his lips around the little nub he'd been toying with for what felt like an eternity, and started to suckle her, coaxing shamefully loud moans from seemingly deep within her chest. Moans that could undoubtedly be heard by the palanquin bearers, all of which were male… something about that got her even more hot and bothered, perhaps Daddy, too, as he finally slid his fingers over the lips of her cunt.
Releasing her nipple with a pop!, he chuckled, and she felt it vibrate her entire body.
"What's this? No panties? You're a bad little girl, Azula," he said, slipping a finger inside of her with ease. "What am I going to do with you..? Shall I give you a good spanking when we get there, right in front of everyone?"
"Anything you want, Daddy," she mewled, grinding her pussy into his big hand, her clit aching for attention.
"Hmm, now there's a good girl," he praised, then his mouth returned to her breast.
He didn't stop but he also didn't escalate, giving her no more than a taste of the pleasure he could make her body feel… sucking and biting her sensitive nipples until they, too, ached… teasing her wet pussy with skilled fingers, careful to avoid the real prize that was her swollen clitoris, cruelly ignoring it even as she begged and pleaded… until Azula felt the palanquin come to an abrupt halt, along with his hand.
Letting the tit he'd been latched onto go, Daddy raised his head to speak and simultaneously, the palanquin was lowered to ground level.
"Here we are. Be a good little slut and clean up the mess you've made," he ordered, bringing his hand up to her face.
Obediently, she sucked his fingers into her mouth while he moved aside the curtain to look outside - and suddenly she was aware of her breasts, laid bare for all to see. Quickly, she pulled her top back up, hopeful that one of the servants hadn't seen.
"That's all they'll ever get is a look, only I can suck on these tits," Daddy said as if he'd read her mind, giving them a firm squeeze.
Then he cleared his throat.
"Go on ahead, I'll be along."
"What..?" she almost questioned, then it hit her and she felt a bit foolish.
"Let me." Smiling, she positioned herself in front of him and brought her hand in between his legs, palming the impressive erection tenting his formal robe. "Can I kiss it, Daddy?"
He laughed a little, swatting her hand away.
"No, Princess, not in your mouth. From now on, only that sweet pussy of yours." He kissed her forehead, then her lips. "At least until I fuck a baby into you. Now go on," he said, unhooking her leash so that she could exit the palanquin, her cute little ass receiving a hard slap as she climbed out.
As she made her way to the restaurant, alone, it felt like her cunt was on fire.
She hated when he did this!
Well, okay, she only hated it in the moment. Once her husband delivered (and he always did!), it will have been well worth the wait, and the discomfort. At least, that was what she told herself as she took a deep breath and pushed on ahead, high heels clicking loudly against the pavement, the sound seeming to echo all the way down the street.
The restaurant itself was nothing extraordinarily grand… at least she thought, until the staff lead her to the semi-private space Daddy had reserved for the two of them.
All around the table were fountains and waterfalls fashioned from natural rock formations, little paper lanterns reflecting sparkles of light onto crystal pools, gleaming gold under the moonlight. Floating in the water were flowers, too, white peonies and jasmine in full bloom, so much so she caught their scent on the wind.
Daddy had outdone himself, truly. It was all so very… dare she say..?
Romantic.
Still taking it all in, she didn't notice that someone was behind her… that is until that someone put their hands around her waist, making her gasp.
"Well, do you like it?" an all-too-familiar voice purred into her ear.
"I love it, Daddy."
The royal couple took their seats and not a moment later, were greeted by their server. A young man desperate to hide the fact that he was visibly shaking in the presence of the imposing Phoenix King.
"Y-Your Highness!" He bowed his head, then turned to Azula. "Your Highness." He cleared his throat to address them both. "I bid you both good evening, my employer thanks you f-for-"
"Yes, Yes, go and get us some wine, boy. Two bottles of your finest," Ozai interrupted, not even looking in his direction.
Honestly, why did he even have to ask for that?
He sighed, peering across the table at his daughter who was smiling warmly, as she often did whenever she was with him. In response, her smile grew even wider and he was almost touched.
"You'll enjoy the food here… I hope," he said, idly thumbing through the menu in front of him, prompting Azula to do the same.
"You've eaten here before?" she asked.
With your whore of a mother, yes.
"A few years ago," he answered, nonchalantly, neglecting to mention just how many years 'a few' really was.
The memory, though, was still fresh in his mind. He and Ursa were newly married and in the beginning, he'd been foolish enough to try and please her, so that their marriage would be successful (or at the very least not a constant source of conflict). He'd thought once she grew accustomed to both him and what sort of life she would be living from there on out, as the wife of a prince, she would let go of her longing for that miserable backwater village she came from, along with her pathetic former fiance who'd have had her sleeping on a dirt floor.
But for all of his efforts, her feelings toward him remained that of disdain and resentment, and nothing more…
Of course, Azula didn't need to hear all of that.
It wasn't long at all before the boy returned with their wine, as he'd requested.
"H-Here we are, Your Highness. A fine vintage, from the vineyards just outside-"
"Yes, that's fine, now pour," he grunted, holding out his glass.
And to his annoyance, he stopped pouring when it was less than half full.
"Go on, fill it up!" Ozai demanded, impatient. "And leave the bottle."
"Y-Yes, Your Highness, is there anything else I can bring you, have you decided-?"
"I'll have the roast duck, my wife will have the sablefish. Oysters and caviar to start." He took the opened bottle from him and filled Azula's glass to the brim. "You do like sablefish, don't you, Azula?" he asked, and she nodded, bringing her glass up to her painted lips.
What transpired thereafter was mostly uneventful, Ozai talked and Azula listened, practically hanging on his every word… that is, until the effects of the wine seemed to hit her all at once. She was cute when she was drunk though, her father and husband could admit, smiling himself when her laughter was interrupted by a small hiccup and she blushed.
"Oops..." Another hiccup, followed by rather uncharacteristic giggling. "...is it alright if I have some more wine, Daddy?"
Ozai raised an eyebrow, amused.
"But of course."
With that, Azula reached for the bottle and when she did, her slutty top failed her, a sliver of pink areola revealing itself… which apparently she didn't realize. Unashamedly, Ozai stared as she poured herself yet another full glass, then moved to place the bottle back where it had been before. This time, her entire left nipple slipped out and amazingly, she didn't notice that either. Though it was nothing he hadn't seen before, he felt his cock twitch and his heart begin to race, his body pumped full of masculine adrenaline and arousal.
And much to his continued enjoyment, the outdoor air caused her exposed nipple to become erect, the little pink nub pointing challengingly at him from across the table. He imagined himself leaning over, pulling his daughter close to him, and giving it a good hard, sucking.
By the time the boy returned with a second bottle of wine and their main course, Azula's naked breast was on full display, as if she'd intentionally bared it. The other one was also barely contained, part of the nipple clearly visible above the edge of the much darker fabric.
Ozai thought of telling her, for a second, but decided not to. It would be of great amusement to him to see how that pathetic, pimple-faced boy would react to what had to be his first-ever tit (that and how embarrassed Azula was going to be once she realized she'd accidentally exposed herself to a stranger).
"I-I have your uh-!" the boy stammered, trying to tear his eyes away from the Phoenix Queen's chest. He cleared his throat before speaking again, his face red as a tomato-carrot. "Apologies, Your Highness!"
He was quick to serve the food and pour the wine, Ozai laughing softly all the way and Azula completely oblivious.
"I'll r-return shortly, p-please let me know if there's-" He turned to walk away, tripping over his own feet, then mumbled something inaudible before rushing back inside as though there were a fire.
"What's funny?" Azula finally asked, reaching for her wine glass that had just been refilled.
"Look down," her father told her, appearing to be holding in more laughter.
When she did look down she noticed, to her horror, that her left breast was completely exposed and vulnerable. Humiliated, she felt her cheeks flush as she pulled her top back up into place for the second time that night.
"Why didn't you say anything!" she exclaimed, annoyed at his mocking smirk.
"What, you have nice tits," Daddy said, simply, cutting into his roast duck. "And you're so cute when you're embarrassed."
Azula huffed and crossed her arms. She felt almost violated, a complete stranger (and a peasant at that!) had seen her bare breast, a part of herself she only wanted to share with Daddy.
"Oh, don't be like that, Azula," he taunted, playfully. "The look on his face was priceless and besides, I like showing you off. It'll be that much better when I get to fuck you tonight, knowing how many other men wish they could."
As soon as the words left his mouth, her pussy tingled at the thought of those big strong hands holding her down while his cock pounded into her.
She sucked in a breath and crossed her legs, the ache in between her legs suddenly returning in full force as she thought back to what had happened in the palanquin, too. The way Daddy used his mouth on her nipples, the way he touched her underneath her skirt… just enough to drive her crazy but not enough to give her satisfaction.
"Don't tease me again, Daddy," she said, sheepishly, barely poking at the luxurious dish set out in front of her.
"Fine, then eat," he replied, between mouthfuls of his own food. "Be a good girl for me, hm?"
Reluctantly, Azula did as her husband asked, though not without her fair share of wine… which had the annoying yet predictable consequence of having to excuse herself to the washroom partway through their meal.
"I won't be long-" She felt dizzy as she moved to stand up, grabbing her own chair for support.
"Azula?"
"I'm alright," she said, more to herself than to him, straightening her posture.
And for some reason, he saw fit to laugh… why was he laughing at her again?!
"Seems like your tits have a mind of their own tonight," he stated, and it was more than enough to alert her as to what exactly the problem was.
For a third time, Azula pulled her shirt up, covering the nipple that had somehow made its way out into the open. At least he'd had the decency to tell her about it this time around…
Even though it was probably unnecessary, she clutched the small piece of fabric to her chest the entire way to the washroom, protecting whatever was left of her modesty.
Thankfully, the space was unoccupied, affording her some privacy and quiet.
At least until the door swung open after she'd just finished washing her hands, causing Azula to gasp at the sudden intrusion.
Though, she was calmed almost instantly when she turned her head and saw her father standing there, tall and handsome as ever. Gods, he was simply incredible, sometimes she couldn't believe he was even real… but he was and out of all the women in the world, it was her that he wanted.
The thought filled her with joy as he started to walk toward her.
"I just figured you might need some help, My Dear," he purred, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
"Mmm, help with what, Daddy?" she asked, her speech slurred slightly.
"Your, er…" Ozai cleared his throat, staring the girl down as he approached. "...your little problem. I'm afraid you sent that boy into cardiac arrest earlier. Now, let me see," he said, grabbing his daughter and turning her around to face him rather than the mirror.
"Hmmm," he mumbled, in mock consideration, taking in her overexposed chest.
Her tits were bigger than ever, it was no wonder they couldn't be contained by these slut clothes, he thought.
"Well, this isn't covering much of anything, now is it?" He gripped the thin fabric and started pulling it down. "You might as well just wear it like this," he declared, and not a second later, her full breasts popped out of her top, which was now bunched up uselessly beneath them.
"Perfect," Ozai marveled, and Azula shivered, the cool indoor air making her nipples harden deliciously.
Those big, strong hands of his were quick to replace her clothing, molesting her drunk tits as he went in for a kiss, sloppy and rushed but one she gladly returned.
His ever-eager little wife moaned into his mouth, offering no resistance when his tongue slid past her lips to meet hers, and he squeezed her breasts more roughly, a sudden rush of excitement alighting his mind and cock alike. The thought that they could be caught doing this was a thrill like no other…
Azula pulled away from him, suddenly, as if she'd read his mind.
"We can't do this here, someone will see!" she whispered, harshly.
"Let them watch if it pleases them!" he growled, taking a fistful of her hair in his hand and yanking her head back, giving himself access to her neck. "I want you," he spoke against her already bruised and bitten skin, kissing and nipping around her collar, making him wish he hadn't left the key with the servants.
But they'd both waited far too long for this, he wasn't about to go and ask them for it.
His daughter seemed to agree as he felt her hand probe below his waist, searching for his cock and finding it with little difficulty. He wasn't quite at full mast but she remedied that soon enough, rubbing him through his robes as he kissed the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, before biting down, hard.
She groaned weakly, prompting him to let go, and move onto her collarbones… down, down, in between her breasts as she squirmed, full on grabbing his cock. And he, in turn, cupped her breasts, pressing them closer together so that he could suck both nipples easily, starting with the left.
Azula moaned at the sensation of her father's mouth on her nipple, hot and suctioning, making her cunt pulse with need as she wound her fingers into that gorgeous head of sleek dark hair, forgetting all about the fact that someone very well could walk in on them.
Her moans seemed to spur him on.
"Daddy!" she whined, a sudden warmth and tingling traveling from her chest to her very core.
He sucked voraciously, stopping only to tease her with his tongue, and she could feel herself getting wet, even more so than she already was from what had happened in the palanquin. She'd been so horny ever since, he was driving her crazy with what he was doing… sucking, biting, then soothing the nipple with hot, frenzied licks before moving onto the other one.
She thought she'd scream, Daddy kept at it for so long, switching breasts countless times, her nipples hard, aching points that craved his skilled mouth. Her cunt throbbed as he suckled her, desperate to be filled, the muscles contracting against nothing.
"Oh!" Azula exclaimed, at the quickening in her chest and tingling in her pussy.
The feeling grew stronger, urgent, reaching a point where she almost couldn't stand it and then…
"Aaagh-haaaaAAAaah!" she cried out, unexpectedly hit by a powerful orgasm that made her entire body shake.
For a moment, she didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there. An explosion of pleasure took over her senses, then left her gasping for air as it dissipated, slumped against her husband who had to hold her upright once he'd detached himself from one of her oversensitized nipples.
"I love the way you scream when you cum for me, Princess," he spoke low, his hot breath tickling her skin.
"Daddy…"
"Now, turn around so I can fuck you."
Not a second after the words left his mouth, Azula turned to face the mirror, spread her legs, and hiked up her skirt, leaning over the counter until her bare breasts touched the cold marble.
"Arch your back," he instructed. "And spread your legs a little more."
Like the perfect wife she was, she did just as he asked.
And what a sight it was…
Her ass was still marked with his hand prints, red and angry from when he'd given her a good spanking the night previous, and her sweet little cunt was practically dripping, ready to be fucked whenever he so pleased.
Just to be sure though…
He licked his fingers and dropped his hand between her legs, finding her slick and hot to the touch.
"What's this?" he asked, pushing a finger inside her.
"My pussy-"
"Guess again."
"Your pussy, Daddy."
"That's right… mine. I made this pussy so it's mine," he growled, withdrawing his hand from her and scrambling to free his cock.
Ordinarily, they couldn't make this position work, what with the difference in their heights but since she was wearing those high-heeled prostitute shoes, it was easy enough. All he had to do was bend his knees slightly, grab her hips, and line himself up… until the tip of his cock met her soft, wet flesh, nudging the opening it so desperately wanted to breach.
Like the good girl she was, Azula helped him along, reaching her own hand down to guide him in and when he was sure he was in position, he entered her, roughly. Met with no resistance, the horny pussy he'd claimed for his own sucked him in and clamped down. They both groaned, Azula bucking against him, begging to finally be fucked.
"Please, Daddy!" she whined, and that was all it took.
Ozai thrust with no holds barred, hard, fast, just the way she liked it. Skin smacked against skin, barely audible compared to the sounds he drew from her with every move, delighted, high-pitched squeals that could surely be heard throughout much of the establishment.
Everyone knew what they were doing in here, and that only drove the Phoenix King to fuck his daughter harder.
"You feel so fucking good around my cock," he praised, digging his fingers into her hips.
And he wasn't lying, she was almost impossibly tight in this position. If it wasn't for the fact he'd spent all night teasing her, getting her all nice and wet, he wouldn't be able to do this so easily.
He moaned happily, unashamed at letting her know just how much he loved her cunt. Fuck, she felt perfect, he couldn't hold back. Pushing forward, hard, he trapped her small body between his and the counter and forced himself inside her as far as he could manage, until she cried out in pain… he wanted to hear more of that, he decided.
The Phoenix King was like a man possessed. Pistoning into his daughter's nice warm, wet little cunt, he pulled on her hair again, making her arch backward into him. And he held her there, just to show that he could, wrapping his entire arm around her neck as she squirmed beneath him, coughing and sputtering pathetically.
In the mirror, her face started to go red, and he watched with sick pleasure as she struggled to breathe, her tits bouncing with every merciless thrust. Azula certainly didn't look like a queen anymore, not like this. No, she looked like an abused whore, and he loved it.
Of course, so did she, he knew she did. He could feel her cunt twitch even as she gasped for air… air which he eventually let her have, moving onto those amazing tits of hers instead.
"You're hurting me, Daddy," she whimpered, weakly, unconvincingly.
"Oh, yes, I am. And you love it," Ozai growled, pinching and twisting his wife's still-erect nipples, getting the exact reaction he wanted out of it. "Don't you, my little girl?"
All she could do in response was moan for him.
"That's right, take my cock, slut," he rasped, now dangerously close to reaching a climax of his own.
"Ngh, Daddy!" she mewled, adorably, and it only made him want to give her more.
Breathing ragged against her neck, he could feel himself losing control. With his cock as deep inside as it could possibly go, he thrust sharp, short, forcing strangled cries from his daughter, who could scarcely even stand upright anymore. Her legs weak, shaky, threatening to give way any second as he rutted her like the little slut she was.
There was no rhythm at all to the Phoenix King's merciless thrusts, only a sense of urgency, building by the second second, making him clutch one of her breasts, hard. Then came a tightening in his balls, and it was then he knew he was seconds away from pumping her full of his cum.
"Fuck!" he hissed through clenched teeth, a trembling hand probing where their bodies joined, searching blindly for her clit… and finding it with ease once Azula realized what he was looking for, and guided him to it.
"Daddy! Yes!"
He rubbed her there, not gently but fast and rough, just like every stroke of his cock, and before long her screams of ecstasy reached a glorious crescendo.
Father and daughter reached their completion, together, more perfectly than either one of them could ever remember.
Breathless and trembling, Ozai gave one final thrust and then exploded into his daughter's amazingly tight and hot cunt as it contracted around his dick, so powerfully that he was nearly forced out.
"Oh, fuck, that was so good," he panted, holding Azula tightly to him, not wanting to pull out of her just yet.
"I-I don't think I can walk," she said, weakly.
"Good," was all the Phoenix King could say in response, confident he'd done his duty and put a baby in her.
And if he hadn't, he'd try again… and again… and again…