Azula had never struggled to pay attention to things. Even as a kid, she had always had found it really easy to concentrate on every lesson at school, no matter how boring, and as she was allowed to participate in meetings with Ozai, she had just naturally been able to keep her focus, never getting overwhelmed or becoming disinterested in all the discussions that would constantly just turn into every man in the nation stroking the Fire Lord's ego. For Agni's sake, she had even been able to find important informations about Ba Sing Se among Kuei's endless ramblings about a bunch of banal things, even though the man was basically an over-grown child that was extremely likely to just speak nonsense after nonsense, which would have been so tempting to just ignore.
But she didn't. Because focusing on any task was as natural to the princess as breathing.
Yet in moments like these, watching Zuko - Fire Lord Zuko - sternly questioning every minister, adviser and dignitary in the room after they had displeased him, and wasting no time in reminding them who was in charge, Azula's mind was suddenly useless in shutting up its own imagination and forcing itself to focus on the matters being discussed.
Her brother wasn't being disinteresting to watch or in any way failing at displaying his power. Quite the contrary. He was being a truly great Fire Lord - certainly far better than she could have ever expected from him before, as he had always been the type to either be too insecure to act when he should, or too impatient to deal with things rationally.
None of that seemed to be true anymore. He seemed to have been born for this role now. His resolves about changing the nation almost completely, abandoning Ozai's cruelty and tyranny, were unshakable. He had perfect logical arguments to respond to anyone who tried to talk him out of it, and he seemed to be fully aware of everything that was going in the nation, what everyone thought of his new laws, who benefited from them and who was likely to turn on him for it.
He had a fierce, intense look in his golden eyes, burning with determination, almost as bright as the flames in the braziers behind the two of them. Every now and again, said flames would grow bigger as he talked. Azula wasn't sure if this was an accident or a deliberate attempt from Zuko to display his power - and that alone was incredibly impressive. No way the old Zuzu would have thought of that. If anything, he would have been more likely to accidentally start a huge fire in the room by not being to control his emotions or his bending abilities.
The ruler in front of her now had his feelings in check. He was completely focused on taking care of the needs of his people instead of allowing nobles and generals to destroy the other nations to appease their own greed and ego. And he'd remind them that, whether they liked it or not, he was the Fire Lord for a reason: when they all had been enjoying the war some of them seemed to miss so much, he grew to be stronger and wiser than nearly every firebender alive at that point. He had the Avatar himself on his side. And even with all the odds against him and his allies, they had won. If anyone stood up against him, Zuko knew that he could easily put remind them of their place - and he made sure they all knew it too.
He wasn't cruel or rude, but he held all the power. He was completely intimidating, yet fascinating.
And that was precisely Azula's problem. Seeing her Zuzu, the once shy, awkward, scared little boy she had known, suddenly acting like a cunning, fierce, all-powerful man wasn't just a shock. It made princess see her older brother in a whole new light, and her wicked mind loved imagining how he would react if she questioned him, disobeyed any of his orders, made some suggestion that he didn't appreciate, or displeased him in any other way.
At first, her little fantasies had been very simple and didn't demand more than a split second of her attention. She'd imagine herself making some snarky remark or sarcastic comment to make him mad enough to lash out in the most childish way imaginable, like he always would whenever she teased him, giving her the satisfaction of seeing that mask of perfect Fire Lord crumbling right before her eyes.
Those were very amusing to her and she was tempted to try it... but Zuko had been so kind to her despite everything she had done, had helped her heal, and was now trying to actively include her in this great reform of their country, not as opponent but as someone who he fully believed was on his side, even if they didn't always agree on everything. She wouldn't risk ruining all that. So, she ignored her petty need to get on her brother's nerves, never disrespecting him or questioning him in front of others, saving her teasing for their private moments, when they were just two siblings spending time together, not two royals that had appearances to keep.
But imagining it didn't harm anyone. And so she kept having those silly arguments with Zuko in her head. Sometimes, she'd even imagine him getting the upper hand, staying calm and collected, not letting her bait him into making a fool out of himself, and reminding her he was a more than worthy opponent to her now - in a sweeter way than he'd ever do to anyone else. She was his baby sister after all, and now that their rivalry was (mostly) behind them, he wouldn't want to make her look bad in front of all these people.
Those fantasies were a bit more elaborate, as she took her time coming up with all the arguments she and Zuko would use to try to convince each other to do things differently. If that had been the end of it, just a made-up, intellectual discussion in her head, Azula wouldn't be in so much trouble.
Unfortunately, she had also started thinking how Zuko would react in private. If he'd be intrigued by her challenging him, or just mad at her for it. If he'd want to correct her behavior by being far less tolerant to her open defiance than he would have been to anyone else's, or think of it as a sign of failure on his part. If he'd be understanding, gentle and try to talk things out with her, or punish her harshly to remind her of her place.
Azula had no idea how she had let it all escalate so fast. One second she was just picturing Zuko being all aggressive and demanding... the next she's imagining her own brother bending her over the desk at his office and lifting up her dress, tearing all of her clothes and throwing her on his bed, locking the meeting room to have then and there, or cornering her in one of the mostly empty, but still easily accessible areas of the palace to claim her.
Rough, possessive, eager, frightening - irresistible. Taking everything from her and still demanding more, taunting her for how much she's enjoying it all.
She knew it was wrong to crave something like this, not only due to them being siblings, but also because of her position of the princess. She was meant to be his ally, his most trusted advisor, and to do everything to assure he'd stay in power. She had to be perfect, to always be aware of everything that was going on, to always pay attention to everything and report anything important to him. She could not afford to not listen to a word that was being said around her just because her brother had grown into a ridiculously handsome man.
...But her brother wasn't making the situation any easier.
He always had Azula sit next to him, at his right, as the person he trusted the most. He'd always thank her for her contributions and praise her ideas whenever she spoke up. On the few times anyone had dared question if she truly deserved to be there, Zuko would be furious and privately reassure her that he never regretted giving her a second chance.
Even on the few times they did fight, having completely opposing ideas on how handle things, or during her relapses before her full recovery, not once had the princess ever felt like a burden or a problem to be dealt with. And on the rare occasion in which her brother would be a little unsure of himself, she was always the person he'd turn to for support.
She was his favorite. The one person he'd let get away with nearly anything. How could this not get to her enough to make her blush like a foolish girl in love? Enough to make her always put on the clothes that made her look the best, and keep her hair mostly down as Zuko had once told her she looked even prettier when she wore it like that?
... And yeah, maybe enough that she had accidentally firebended during the start of the meeting due to the butterflies in her stomach everytime Zuko so much as looked at her - which would only get worse as he'd see the flames momentarily turn blue, and give her a teasing smile. She had averted her gaze, ashamed of herself. She had to move past this stupid crush, or at least get better at masking it. She shouldn't see him as anything other than her brother and, more importantly, her Fire Lord.
The Fire Lord that looked so handsome in those simple black pants and red shirt he seemed to prefer to the typical royal attire. They were more practical and less imposing, but not bad in anyway. It allowed him to carry his two swords with him, and Azula loved to imagine that one day he'd use one of them to threaten someone into submission, even if that was far from a situation her brother would like to find himself in. After all, the crown on his head was a good reminder of his status and there was something to admire about Zuko being so sure of himself that he could dress a bit more comfortably, casually.
The shirt exposing his strong arms certainly didn't hurt either. However, Azula did get a bit disappointed that his chest was all covered up. She liked seeing the scar she gave him. That permanent mark on his skin, that would always remind him of her, of everything they went through. The princess wondered if her brother would be too scandalized if he were to ever find out just how badly she wished to touch it, dig her nails into it, and kiss it over and over, perhaps even feeling bold enough go a bit lower, to his stomach, then right above his belt, and finally to his-
"Azula, are you listening to me?" her brother asked suddenly, nearly causing her to jump up in surprise as his voice interrupted her very inappropriate daydream, bringing her back to reality.
"Y-Yes, my Lord" the tone of her answer sounded very wrong to her ears. Even as a child she had never failed to get out of trouble with a little white lie or two. And now not only did the disapproving looks of people in that very room confirmed that they had not missed the fact that she had spent nearly the entire meeting paying attention to nothing except her own thoughts, she was convinced that, somehow, they all knew. The idea made her blush in embarrassment,
"A princess should know better than to disrespect her Fire Lord in a such a way, especially after he was gracious enough to have you attend this meeting at all"
"And you should know not to speak unless spoken to" Zuko snapped at the old man that he audacity to reprimand her, but without bothering to look at him, keeping his eyes on Azula "I'm the one who decides what is an insult to me or to my family, and this shameful attempt of yours to antagonize my sister is much more serious than a simple momentary distraction on her part."
"Your highness, I didn't mean to-"
"Enough! I don't want to hear your voice anymore. Just keep learn when to keep your mouth shut or get out of my sight. Disrespect me and my sister again and I'll make sure you never set foot in the capital again, let alone in this palace"
The old man nodded, and the entire room was silent for a few instants. The princess felt almost naked as Zuko had not stopped staring at her for a single second. Eventually he ended the meeting, dismissing everyone. As Azula walked away, she could still feel him watching her like a hawk, and as he walked through her large halls, making her way to her chambers, she could hear the Fire Lord walking right behind her.
"Is there something you need, brother?" she asks, stoping to turn around and face him.
Zuko just smirks, grabs her hand, and leads her to his bedroom. The princess tries to ignore the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.
You've been in your brother's room many times, and nothing ever happened. Why would this time be any different? What's left of her common sense basically screams in her mind, but Azula, of course, can't help but always hold onto the possibility that this will be different, that somehow she'll end up in Zuko's arms.
"Will you tell me what this is about?" she tries again as he closes the door and locks it, but once again not getting an answer "Zuzu, is there something wrong?"
His eyes meet hers. He is still not saying a word to her, which is making her nervous. When he just two steps away from her, she looks down, unable to meet his gaze. Something is different today. It's scary. It's exciting. It has barely even started, and she's already overwhelmed, heart beating fast and faster, cheeks turning red. When he touches her, gently making her lift up her chin to look at him, it feels like her legs are about to give out at any second.
"I'm worried about you. You've been acting strangely. Always so distracted during meetings, not talking to me as much, looking so insecure" he caresses her cheek and Azula is sure she must have the stupidest look on her face, as she stares at him in adoration.
"You have nothing to worry about. I've been tired lately, that's all. We've been having so much work to do" her voice took a meeker, almost child-like tone, without her even meaning to - but the princess did hope that maybe this cute display would make Zuzu all protective, worried and caring. She liked being all he could think about, even if just for a little while.
"Is that so?" he asks, staring to circle her, slowly, hand moving from her cheek to her shoulder. Looking at her intently, making her feel exposed "And here I thought you were the type to never have enough to do" his hand goes to her back, gently caressing it over her clothes, only stopping at the base of her spine.
"I am" she's trying, and failing, not to tremble under his touch "But even a prodigy like myself has her limitations and bad days, brother"
He chuckles, getting in front of her again "Let me offer you a deal then" Zuko pushes her gently, so she has her back against the wall. He grabs her waist and smirks as he toys with her "You can take a break for as long as you want, provided you help me with just more thing."
"Anything for my Fire Lord" she says in an almost desperate tone, longing for him so much, it hurts.
"That's what I like to hear. From now on, whenever you're getting too... distracted, I want you to come to me. I think I know just the way to fix it"
The second their lips touched, Azula felt as if she would fallen to her brother's feet had it not been for his strong arms around her. The kiss was tender and slow at first, which the princess was grateful for as it gave her the time to process that yes, this was happening.
Tentatively, she kissed back, almost scared that if she did anything it would somehow ruin this moment and make Zuko turn away from her.
Instead, he brought a hand to her nape, then grabbed a few locks of her hair, holding it tightly and pulling at it a few times. As soon as her lips parted just a bit, Zuko pushed his tongue into her mouth, and Azula tried her best to try to follow his lead, despite not really knowing what to do. If Zuko noticed, it didn't seem to bother him,
When the princess finally allowed herself to touch him, hands roaming his torso underneath his shirt, feeling up every muscle, he shamelessly groped her ass. Azula couldn't believe that just him doing that was enough to make her moan. That involuntary reacting seemed to please her brother, as he grabbed her hands, pinning them to the wall, the breaking the kiss, leaving her panting for air. The arrogant look he had was as infuriating as it was irresistible.
"Is that what you've been craving, sis? Some extra attention from your brother?"
"Yes" she admited, too consumed by lust to care about her pride "Does that disappoint you, my Lord? Did I make you angry?"
"Do you want me to be mad? Does my little princess want to know what her Fire Lord does to bad girls?"
She responded by kissing him passionately, feeling him smile.
They continued making out for a little while, occasionally biting or sucking on each other's lower lip, then, without warning, Zuko pushed his knee in between her thighs, pressing up against her core. Without even thinking, Azula rubbed up against it, but her brother grabbed hips with enough force to bruise them, forcing her to stop.
"When I ask you a question, I expect you to speak. Is that clear?"
"Yes, my Lord"
"Good. Now tell me, have you forgotten your place? Did you forget what is or is not appropriate behavior for a princess? Do you think it was right of you to not only lust for your own sibling, but also to make it so easy for everyone to know what was going through your head?"
"No, my Lord. But I just couldn't control myself" she reaches out to touch him again, but he slaps her hand away "No one was supposed to know"
"Liar"
She gasps in surprise as he picks her up and throws her on his bed. As he takes off his shoes, Azula kicks hers way as well.
"You wanted me to know what you were thinking" he grabs her ankles, and his hands move further up, disappearing underneath her dress "You wanted me to know what a deviant you are"
He reaches her underwear and tears at it, turning it into a useless piece of cloth that he immediatelly removes. One of his hands lifts up her dress up to her waist, and Zuko smirks as he stares at her with those hungry, predatory eyes. The other one finally touches her, and Azula lets out a sigh of pleasure, spreading her legs to give her brother better access without even being told to.
"So wet for me. For your own brother" he chastises, fingers tracing her slit, circling her clit, and pressing at her entrance, only making her more eager "I'll get these sinful ideas out of your head"
The princess jumps up when he suddenly gives her a firm slap down there, before gently gently rubbing her clit in quick motions, making her squirm.
"I'll make sure you never forget your duties again" another slap "And I'll love breaking you, hearing you scream" he slaps her pussy three more times, the last one finally getting her to cry out.
Zuko makes her take off the rest of her dress, then removes her chest-bindings, leaving her fully nude before him. She tried to get him to undress too, or at least take his shirt off, but he refused.
"Such a beauty. What a shame that you don't know how to behave" Zuko said as he groped both of her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples "Good thing I have plenty of time to teach you"
He gave her a quick kiss on her lips, then slowly moved down her neck, colar-bone, then pressed a last kiss right above her heart before feasting on her breasts, kissing, licking, biting and sucking on them, using one of his hands to stimmulate the one he didn't have his mouth on at the given moment. When Azula wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close and occasionally running her fingers through his hair, Zuko didn't complain.
Her brother took his sweet time - too much time for the princess. After all those fantasies, the way he had toyed with her, and all the promises he made, she was more than ready to just have him claim her for himself.
Knowing full well that he wouldn't appreciate it, she grabbed his hand and tried to bring it to her pussy, so desperate to be touched that even another slap would be good.
So, of course, Zuko had to remind her who was in charge.
He forced her to lay on her stomach, then pulled her to his lap, giving her a hard slap on the ass.
"You spoiled, disobedient brat" another slap "I was trying to ease you into it, but you're so impatient, I'll just give you the punishment you're craving"
The following slap was much more painful than the ones she had gotten before. Silently, Azula had hoped it would the only one that would hurt that much, or at least that would just hit her with such force a few more times before going back to pleasuring her.
She had never been so wrong in her whole life. Zuko gave her fourteen more slaps that were just as painful, if not worse, and he did it fast, not giving her time to even try to brace herself for it. She was outraged when she heard him laugh at her misery.
"What's the matter, Zula?" he hit her again, making her hiss "I thought you wanted to be fucked like a bad girl. Did you change your mind so quickly?" he taunted.
But Azula understood what he was doing. He was giving her a way out, subtly asking her if she this was much and he should go easier on her.
She reached for his hand, kissed it gently then let go.
"Please punish me, my Lord"
He ran his hand through her naked back, then gave her ass a gentle squeeze.
"Gladly"
After that, the only sounds to be heard in that room were that of skin on skin and Azula's cries and moans. Zuko would spank her fifteen times, the time in between slaps random, but the force still constant, then give her a little break to put herself together - which naturally was becoming more and more difficult.
When Zuko finally stopped for good, she was panting, had her face wet with tears, her lip bit bloody, her skin all sensitive, and her thighs were slick with her arousal.
She moaned in delight as Zuko touched her again, his thumb sliding through her wet slit.
"Needy litte thing" he said, right before gently making her lie back on the bed "Let me take care of you"
He pushed two of his fingers into her, and Azula spread her legs wide. Zuko used his other hand to stimmulate her clit, while still thrusting his fingers inside of her. Due to how aroused she was, it didn't take long for him to bring her to her climax - and to her shock, a warm, sticky liquid was rushing out of her each time Zuko would hook his fingers just right.
She was a bit embarrassed, but that only seemed to get Zuko even more worked up and he continued to make her squirt over and over, while she'd just lay there, eyes closed, heart beating impossibly fast, and sighs of plessure escaping past her lips.
Her eyes widened when Zuko started spanking her pussy. The slaps were fast and barely hurt - but were enough to get her off again.
Azula had been sure she was absolutely spent after that, but as soon as she saw her brother finally undress, all of that burning, urgent desire she had been feelinhg before came rushing back.
All that dedication to practice firebending, sword play, and hand-to-hand combat had clearly done wonders for his body, as he looked perfect.
Her checks turned red as she, at last, saw his thick, huge cock. She didn't even know how that would fit inside of her, but she didn't care.
She wanted him. Badly. And Zuko was done playing around.
He lay on top of her, gave her a tender kiss and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit before slowly pushing it into her, not stoping until he had bottomed out, and then not moving again until she had gotten used to the sensation of having him inside her.
But that was all the mercy he offered her, for as soon as he deemed her ready for it, Zuko gave it to her hard. Deep, long, fast, violent strokes that had her crying out in pain and pleasure. She had never experienced something so intense and good in her life.
"Such a tight little pussy. I'm gonna love fucking it every single day"
Oh, that was music to her ears.
"I'm all yours, Zuzu. Fuck me as much as you want, whenever you want"
He smirked and continued pounding her until he brought her to another orgasm. And this time, she got hear his moans right at her ear, and feel as he shot every drop of his cum into her.
Zuko made no movement to pull out, and Azula would not have let him if he tried. The two siblings stayed completely wrapped up in each other, like nothing else in the whole world existed. Her brother was being incredibly sweet and attentive, asking about her comfort, how she felt about the things he had done to her, if he had not gone too far.
But there was only one thing she needed to hear.
"Am I still your good girl, Zuzu?"
"Always"