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Burn the World Down by Infonticus

Cartoons » Avatar: Last Airbender Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, Words: 395k+, Favs: 5k+, Follows: 6k+, Published: Jan 30, 2023 Updated: Mar 13

2,585Chapter 16: The Romance of Princess Azula

Chapter 16: The Romance of Princess Azula

(Several decades after the Great War) [Air Temple Island Library]

"... What the flamio am I reading?" Korra deadpanned, staring at the open book laid out in front of her as if waiting for it to explain itself.

She already didn't like the looks that she was getting whenever she'd hang out in the Air Temple Island's library. It was pretty insulting that people would think it's strange. Yeah, she got why though... The tanned, muscly Water Tribe girl in blue was actually reading a book? Stop the presses! But still... people should give her more credit- she can be smart and cultured too! She's the Avatar after all: the reincarnating force of balance in the world. So, the least the book could do was give her useful info... not whatever this latest section was doing.

"What's got you all scowly this afternoon, O' Miss Avatar?" Jinora peeked her cheerfully smiling face over Korra's shoulder. The younger girl in the orange and yellow airbender robes looked even smaller as she laid down her towering stack of books on the table.

"Jinora, why is your book turning into a romance novel part way through?"

The airbender girl didn't even need a second to process before recognition lit up her face with a bright smile, "Oh! You've already gotten to the part about Princess Azula? You're reading quicker than I thought!"

"Well, I do- Wait... Was that some dig about my reading skills?"

"... of course not!" Jinora flashed a brilliant and innocent smile.

Korra just narrowed her eyes at the brunette.

"I'm onto you..." She muttered, but let the comment slide, "Anyway, I was expecting some dry textbook about battles and war crimes, not this boring fairy tale romance about a Fire Nation princess."

She tapped the pages of the book as if they offended her.

"Well, I think it's romantic!" The younger girl said with a dreamy sigh, "The kind-hearted princess Azula, rushing down from her luxurious palace to meet the war hero of the Fire Nation and warn him of the dangerous politics in the Capital City... and about her tyrannical father."

"All princesses are like that." Korra rolled her eyes. "All shy, kind and doe-eyed. I don't read much books and even I know that's cliche! Right down to the evil, tyrannical father."

"Except this princess love story really happened!" Jinora beamed, "Together, they work to weather the storm of politics that ravaged the city during its Great War Commemorations. And during their talks, Khan endears himself to the princess for he was the first to not be captivated by her great beauty of the Crown Princess, but instead, by simply appreciating the company of Azula. And in the princess' gentle heart, it was worth more than anyone else had ever given her."

"Yeah, yeah. He saw her as a person instead of a pretty face and a nice rack."

"But the princess guards her heart too well!" Jinora continued, voice climbing dramatically, "Unwilling to trust- to hope- for true love, no matter how much she yearns for it! And so, for the first time in her life, the shy Princess Azula bravely ventures out of the palace on her own, resolving to find out if Khan truly is 'The One' for her. There in his camp, she finds aid in one of Khan's serious and dour-faced Kyoshi Warriors who - so moved as she was by the princess' plight- agrees to help her sneak into the then Commander Khan's abode. Only for the princess to happen across him without his helmet! And oh my!"

Korra watched bemused as Jinora did an exaggerated, dreamy-eyed swoon.

"... He's handsome like a prince!" the airbender breathed, her small hand reaching up to cup the cheek of a tall, imaginary man, "The Princess froze, unable to turn her eyes away from his handsomeness. And just as they're about to kiss... Princess Azula turns away and flees back to her palace, for her heart was still uncertain. And for several long nights, the princess tosses and turns in her bed, wrestling with the conflict between her duties as Crown Princess and her growing love for the commander!"

"She fell for him just from seeing his face?" Korra couldn't help but quip, "Kinda shallow for a fairy tale princess..."

"Says the girl reading books to impress a guy she found hot~" Jinora teased right back.

"Point taken."

"But then!" Jinora shot her palms up in the air, "Along comes the evil Anya who connives with the Princess' close friend, Ty Lee, and together they deceive her that the commander was married and held no love for her. The princess is fooled and- overcome by emotion- accidentally reveals to her father about her burning love for Khan. The Fire Lord was furious for he had planned to marry her away to another. Such was his rage that it is said that his ornate tea room exploded into flames!"

Pages fluttered and cloth billowed as Jinora sent a light gust of wind rushing through the library: It didn't break anything, but it was still a reminder to Korra about how much damage a powerful bender could do even with just a single element.

"With a harsh bellow, Fire Lord Ozai commanded his Royal Guard to take the Princess away." Jinora continued, "Clapped in chains, Princess Azula called out for help to the one person she knew would not let her down: "Khaaaaaan!" Her desperate cry of love echoed throughout all of Hari Bulkan! And Khan hears her! His great armoured figure heroically marched through the capital to save the Princess. It is said that not even the stern Royal Guard moved to block his path, for they knew that his love for the princess was too strong for them to stop! He arrives at the palace and-"

"Wait, don't spoil it!" Korra cried out a bit too loudly.

Jinora paused her impromptu rendition to level a smirk at Korra, "Oh? I thought this part bored you? Did I get you all excited about what happens next?"

"I never said it was boring!" Korra looked away, embarrassed, "I was just wondering why there's a romance story in the middle of my kickass nonfiction about an evil little girl!"

"Well, I did change the course of the Fire Nation. So it was very relevant politically." Jinora shrugged, pulling up a chair beside Korra, "But you should definitely listen to the weekend radio drama about it! The voice actors do the play more justice than I ever could..."

Korra snorted, "And miss the weekly Pro-bending sportscast? You wish!"

"Well, how about we read a bit of it together now?" Jinora suggested, "It's unacceptable for you to not know the greatest love story of all time! Also, it helps when you read along to a voice."

"Knock yourself out, your rendition was pretty good so far."

"Thank you!" Jinora beamed, "Where did you stop?"

Korra pointed to the line, and Jinora smiled.

"Commander Khan confronted the furious Fire Lord Ozai in the Royal Palace..."

(Present Day) [Underneath the Royal Palace]

The soft wooden click of a calligraphy brush being set down echoed in the cell's dimly lit space.

"It is done." Fire Lord Ozai spoke with solemn finality as he sat back in his chair, an official document lay on the table between us- its edict, becoming more and more irreversible in its decision every moment as the ink dried.

It had been a chaotic whirlwind of events: The Crown Princess, swept in a violent fit of rage as she howled her promise of violent vengeance against me for all of Hari Bulkan to hear. My murder-machine 'wife', apparently having raided the Royal Archive right before I cluelessly recruited her. And the Royal Guard, politely asking me to return to the Fire Lord because he apparently had something very important to say to me. Suffice to say, I had thought up a lot of reasons as to why I'd be escorted down to the dungeons underneath the Royal Palace...

"Commander Khan, I hereby entrust you with the title of Chief Coordinator of the Great War Commemorations."

... being promoted hadn't been one of them.

"Thank you for this great honour, my Fire Lord." My deep voice solemnly replied; and as was local custom with valuable gifts, I bowed my helmetless head and extended both my hands out to him to allow him to place his gift- the scroll- in my armoured palms at his leisure. "With this authority, I'll ensure that the enlistment rate will be- at the very least- doubled this enlistment season. I have a feeling that we'll need the extra manpower."

"A worthy goal." Ozai remarked, his golden eyes twinkling to- what was no doubt- the thought of having more troops marching across the Earth Kingdom heartlands in their imminent offensive for Ba Sing Se. More territory, more plunder, more glory. I was completely in support of the idea too, except I was ultimately more interested in ensuring that the 41st Division and I don't die out there in the North Pole in the hands of some waterbenders.

"Our opposing element's greatest and final fortress will be a challenge to take." I pointed out. "The Great War Commemorations will be a good opportunity to raise our enlistment rate."

"Indeed." He stroked his jet black, dagger-like beard, "It is to my understanding that the previous holder of that position has already laid down the groundwork for you."

I coughed, "About my predecessor, my Fire Lord..."

"My decision is final there as well, commander." Ozai reminded me, his firm voice resounding off the stone walls of the cell. "My daughter needs to understand that there are consequences to throwing tantrums. Perhaps the responsibilities of managing the commemorations were too large for one person. But more to the point, in her current emotional state, she no longer has the right... temperament to manage the commemorations."

He sipped his Red Bull as he looked to the side.

"My daughter is 'grounded' for the foreseeable future." He said with a cruel smile. "And although I'm certain she'll calm down by the time of your wedding, I encourage you to make frequent... conjugal visits to your betrothed. Perhaps a child or two in her belly will make her behave."

My armoured, seven-foot-tall frame shifted uneasily on the wooden chair. I didn't expect a betrothal to the crown princess either. But nevertheless, here the head of my nation was: not only giving me permission to breed the beautiful Crown Princess as many times as I wished but actively pushing me to do so. It was a fantasy that every isekai protagonist would dream of, except this had one minor caveat...

"Mmf!"

I followed where the Fire Lord was looking- swivelling my head to the side. And there, past the reinforced bars of this dim cell, I saw my betrothed- tightly bound in a stark white straitjacket. Her wide, molten-gold eyes radiated pure hatred and her dishevelled black hair ran wild as she tried to howl aggressively at me through the custom-forged, metallic gag as if she was some wild animal.

"Mmmfff! MMMFFF!"

Yeah... I'm not sticking my dick in that pile of crazy.

I looked back at Fire Lord Ozai and bowed.

"As you say, my Fire Lord. I am but your loyal sword." I said, or pretended to at least. After all, one does not turn down the 'honour' of marrying the Crown Princess, not without consequences. Besides, by the time that I would be compelled to follow through with actually marrying 'Princess crazy eyes' over there, I imagine that I'll be in a much higher position of power. And consequently, I'll be in a better position to renegotiate the terms of this betrothal. At the moment however, this betrothal to Princess Azula gave me nothing but perks.

Ozai smiled at my declaration.

Right to Rule check succeeded!

35/30 Right to Rule

"Normally..." Fire Lord Ozai began in a musing tone, "A commoner entering a betrothal with the Royal family would cause an uproar. But fortunately for us all, you have already made quite a name for yourself, Commander. Written in the blood of my Earthbending enemies, no less! I can send missives of your betrothal to the noble clans with only a little grumbling from their part. Thank the ancestors."

For being a worthy addition to his bloodline and saving him the diplomatic headache...

{Fire Lord Ozai} Reputation : 60 - 80

+ R +

{Right to Rule}

50 Points - A Minor Player

"You have the power, the influence and the inferiority-complex-fueled ambition of a B-List celebrity.''

Influence and legitimacy go hand in hand: Enough of one translates to the other. But regardless of which you have collected, you have now reached a position of influence and legitimacy where people are forced to take you seriously. Commoners feel that you are owed some degree of respect and obedience, and ancient rules of noble etiquette dictate that the nobility must regard you with some measure of respect. In their eyes, you are a respectable target for both alliances and rivalries with all the benefits and complications that entails.

As an unimportant side note, this is where the vast majority of social climbers meet their often grisly ends, used up or outright removed by bigger players. Because after all you are still a newcomer to the Grand Game- a medium sized and juicy looking fish in a large ocean.

Prepare for teeth.

Active {Right to Rule} Bonuses / Maluses:

+15 : Betrothed to Royalty

+10: Your {Reputation} and {Infamy} across all Four Nations

+5 : (Suki) Rumours of your princely countenance

+10: Bumi's acknowledgment of his formal surrender of Omashu to you

+5 : (Suki) Recognition as a competent leader by the Kyoshi Warriors

+10: (Suki) Confirmed Rumours of your princely countenance

+5 : De Facto rule over the South-Western region of the Earth Kingdom

-10 : Not of any known noble bloodline

+ R +

"I will do my best to make sure it doesn't get in the way of my existing duties, My Fire Lord."

"No, it will not. I'll make certain of it. However..." He trailed off for a moment, golden eyes considering me, "It would be unsightly for someone betrothed to the Royal Family to stay at a beach camp."

"Should I relocate into Harbour City, sir?" I asked without hesitation. Because although we needed the beach to train for snow, moving into the city proper was just a minor thing now that I- and by extension the 41st Division- had extensive funding. Besides, we can always just do jogs to the beach after all.

"No, Harbour City will not be enough..." Ozai denied, his hand idly stroking his black dagger-shaped beard again in thought.

Right to Rule check failed!

50/75 Right to Rule

A failed check. My heart skipped a beat and I held my breath at what consequences that would hold. But I didn't have to wait long though, as Ozai finally arrived at a decision.

"It would be too soon for you to take residence here at the {Royal Palace}." He informed me, "But you may have the {Lotus Estate} as your residence in the meantime."

I breathed a small sigh of relief at how it was just a minor thing. I was still careful around Ozai, despite how high my Reputation was with him. With Azula mostly dealt with, he was the only one I needed to really be friends with. Still, the Lotus Estate... I tried to remember where I've heard of that place before... But then I realised something: No, I didn't hear about it- I've read about it, in the scant few Fire Nation books I've picked up. I leaned forward slightly over the tabletop as I clarified, "The one customarily reserved for foreign dignitaries, sir?"

"Yes, enjoy your new residence, Commander," Ozai replied before his lips curled in a cruel smile, "After all, I sincerely doubt I will be entertaining dignitaries from the Water Tribes or the Earth Kingdom any time soon."

I nodded, "Should my Fire Lord decide to extend hospitality to them, I'm sure my scouts' ostrich-horses will gladly receive them for dinner."

There was a pause between us. Fire Lord and Commander just meeting each other's eyes... right before we both burst out peals of laughter echoing off the solid stone of the cell's walls.

For having an agreeable disposition for a future son-in-law

{Fire Lord Ozai} Reputation : 80 - 88

+ R +

"You will go far with that loyal and can-do attitude, Commander." Ozai nodded in approval.

The golden headpiece around his topknot glinted against the torchlight- reminding me that I now had the approval of the Royal Family. I was grateful for it. After all, it was reassuring- knowing that one had friends in high places. Very high places. Even if it was with a monarchic tyrant at the head of a military dictatorship. Saying that, I decided to push my luck.

"Since I am betrothed to the Crown Princess..." My deep voice began, "Does this mean that I'll have access to the Royal Archives? For my alchemy research, that is."

Reputation check succeeded!

88/75 Reputation Required with {Fire Lord Ozai}

Golden eyes gleamed with anticipation as Ozai smiled graciously, "Of course, Commander. Whatever you need for your research into the elixir."

"Your generosity knows no bounds, my Fire Lord." My gratitude was sincere at least. Asking for access to the Royal Archives was no small favour after all. This was the largest collection of Fire Nation books and scrolls in the Four Nations. A great fortress-library with towering bookshelves stocked with ancient tomes detailing forgotten parts of Fire Nation history, memoirs of forgotten heroes and classified military documents by the tens of thousands... All hoarded away for the exclusive use of the members of the Fire Lord's court, higher ranking military officials, elder Fire Sages and the Royal Family themselves. But now, I have free access to it!

"Nonsense, you are almost family now." Fire Lord Ozai chuckled before leaning forward in interest, "How goes your research, Commander?"

I hesitated. Red Bull was never supposed to be an Elixir of Immortality- that was just a rumour that had gone out of control. But I knew for a fact that by virtue of my BS Gamer power, brewing an actual Elixir of Immortality wasn't off the table in the far future. The keyword being "the far future." So, really, I had little to show in terms of 'progress' to my patron.

Wait... No, I had just one: I still had that rare item from completing the quest [Avatar's Creed IV: The Black Flag].

(Rare) Eightfold Clover

A rare variant of the common five-leaf clover which sprouts in the Spirit World.

In shrouded meadows hidden throughout the Spirit Wilds, powerful spirits often sought solitude- sometimes to lick their wounds and othertimes to ponder strange wisdoms under the light of stranger stars. The meadow plants quietly delighted over guests of such high stature and rightfully showered them in hospitality. Fruit and leaf and root became gifts to these Honoured Ones. And with regal gratitude, power and wisdom were gifted back in turn.

The Eightfold Clovers with its eight red leaves sprout in such places- having gorged itself in the enriched soil. Lesser spirits have learned to be wary of eating the eight-leafed plant as those with insufficient spiritual strength who nibble on its leaves often find themselves drowning in the very rush of power it grants.

Known Effects:

800% Effect (And minimum requirements) Multiplier

+ R +

"I have recently found an ingredient that would increase the efficacy of the elixir eightfold." I revealed, "Just another piece to the puzzle that is Immortality."

Wooden chair suddenly scraped across stone floor, and an excited Ozai leaned to shout at me.

"But you have a piece nonetheless!" His voice filled the cell. A mad, excited grin stretched across his face. Then he caught himself- coughing and settling back in his seat with a subdued smile, "You're a model military officer, an able statesman, a great warrior and an herbalist without peer, Commander. Through merit alone, I'd say you are worthy of marrying into the Royal Family."

A dull metallic clang echoed out, and we both turned to see Azula having hurled herself against the bars of her cell. Her eyes were wide as she looked at her father and desperate, muffled pleading seeped through her gag.

"Mmmfff! Mmmfff! MMMFFF!"

Ozai just spared an annoyed glance to his gagged and bound daughter before nodding to me, "Well, I have matters of court to attend to, not in the least a tea room with a gaping hole to renovate... I will be looking forward to seeing your personal touch in the Great War Commemorations, Commander."

"For Fire Nation and Fire Lord." I saluted.

With a soft creak of wood, his regal frame garbed in his luxurious red and gold robes stood up from his chair and ever so casually walked over to the threshold of the cell's exit. His daughter called out to him.

"MMMFFF! MMMFFF!"

He paused. Then glanced back at the two of us with a pitiless smile on his lips.

"Do keep in mind what I said about conjugal visits, Commander..." He remarked with cruel mirth, "A grandson would be welcome, several would be ideal. Just take care not to make any unsightly marks that will be visible during the wedding day. Well... I will leave you two to it."

With that parting 'advice', he shut the heavy steel slab of a door behind him with a resounding metallic boom, leaving me alone with his helpless daughter.

It took a certain kind of psychopath to see one's own flesh and blood as nothing more than tools or bartering chips. But this was Fire Lord Ozai- canonically, he had been ready to kill his only son to curry favour from his father until he decided that he preferred to kill his father for the throne instead. So, selling his own daughter out to secure the loyalty of prized personnel was not unexpected for him. Especially since I was the one who had been dangling the possibility of immortality in front of me.

For making her father stop caring about her and for ruining her life...

{Azula} Reputation : -100 - -100 (Locked)

{Azula} Obedience: 0 - 2

+ R +

My green eyes subtly glanced over my armoured shoulder to Azula- fallen to her knees as she stared at the ground. And I was forced to confront something that I hadn't really thought about until now: That this entire thing with Azula going crazy earlier than scheduled was my fault. Sure, she was my enemy, but... what did I feel now that I had shattered a girl's entire world right before her eyes? When I was the reason why she had lost her home, her father, her friend and her sanity? When I was the one who drove her father to practically prostitute herself to me in exchange for a six-pack of my super special Red Bull homebrew?

I utterly destroyed this girl's life over nothing and I felt...

... Absolutely nothing!

I slid on my skull-faced helmet as I excitedly strode for the door. Sucks to suck, Azula; but those dusty tomes of ancient and forbidden knowledge over at the Royal Archives weren't going to read themselves! I could already smell the calming fragrance of musty old paper and finely-aged ink!

New Quest:

BRATTY PRINCESS NEEDS CORRECTION!

Main Objective: Raise Azula's Obedience before leaving for the North Pole (2/25 Obedience)

Secondary Objective: Reach 50 Obedience with Azula

Rewards:

Large bonus exp

Perk Point x2

Secondary Rewards:

Large bonus exp

Perk Point x2

Rare Item x2

+ R +

My armoured hand froze around on the handle of the door. Indecision was the only thing stopping me from walking away and letting Azula rot in this cell until the end of the Great War when I can deal with her permanently.

The question remained: 'Do I really need to waste my time with her over three perk points?'

I gritted my teeth, because I knew damn well that there was one real answer. The Siege on the Northern Water Tribe demanded my full commitment. It was the place where me, my Division and my Companions were going to be tested to our limits.

And if we fail, we die.

I held back a sigh as I considered my approach for this. There were many ways to raise a girl to 50 Obedience, but very few that I could pull off in the limited amount of time. Fewer still would work on a rabid dog like Azula. The Quest was really forcing me into a corner here. Time for the Suki method.

"Before I forget... we have something to discuss, Azula." My deep voice rumbled through the stale air of the cell. And I turned around to face my now defeated political rival—the thick metal bars all that's separating us.

The orange torchlight barely illuminated her, the white of her straightjacket hunched over in the shadows made her look like a wild animal. As I stepped up to the bars, golden eyes watched my every move- shining with pure hatred as she furiously but impotently glared at me. Even as I slid the solid metal key into the lock and swung the door open, she didn't move a muscle. as I reached for her- my armoured fingers undoing her gag's chains. And the moment that it slid out of her mouth...

"DIEEEEE!" Azula roared- the entire cell lighting up in blue as the great cone of blue fire that exploded from her mouth.

Entirely expected of course. I batted it aside as easily as one would bat at a fly.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" She howled, "I'll burn you alive! Then I'll spread your ashes across a dungheap for this! You're dead, Khan! DEAD!"

It was at this point that a good person would have just quietly taken it all and allowed her to express her anger. Let her scream and rage until she exhausted herself, and she was forced to consider who she was without all those negative emotions fuelling her. That would be the time to sit down with her and talk with her- calming her in a way that only compromises and tactful honesty could. There'd be hurt, there'd be pain, and maybe some tears. But after all has been said and done, perhaps she would reconsider a better way to live life- a kinder way. It was how someone more compassionate and genuinely empathetic would have done things.

Someone like Aang could have redeemed her like this.

Only... I'm not Aang, I'm Khan.

So, I gently extended my hand to the side and gently tapped my backhand across her cheek- sending her sprawling to the ground. Gently, of course. But all the same, it shut her up from screaming about killing me and desecrating my corpse.

Azula recovered quickly- sitting up as she spoke with a mocking grin, "What a big man you are. Does it make you feel powerful? Laying your hands on a restrained girl like this?!"

I just laughed. Booming voice filling the cell before I responded with my own mocking smile.

"The 'pity me, for I am a helpless little princess and you're the bigger man' card, Azula? You really are not thinking properly if you thought that I'm the type of insecure, conscientious do-gooder who'd fall for that emotional manipulation." I pointed out, right before picking her up by the nape of her straightjacket and dragged her out of the cell, her slender frame bucking and struggling under my grip all the while.

"Let go of me, you overgrown peasant! I'll make you watch as I burn everyone you love one-by-one for this!"

Eventually, I managed to wrangle her to the table that Ozai and I had just vacated- bending her over it. She turned her head, her mop of messed up black hair almost obscuring the golden eyes that glared at me. I rummaged around in my [Inventory], pulled out a little brown glass bottle and placed it on the table where she could see it.

Azula sneered at the bottle, then at me, "Another one of your elixirs, charlatan?"

"Oh, that's not for drinking." I said undid one of my gauntlets... And yanked her fine red trousers down to her mid thigh.

Cool cell air now gliding across her barely covered ass cheeks, The princess's golden eyes widened momentarily as her blush exploded over her cheeks, but she just gritted her teeth and bore it, "You're going to pay dearly for this humiliation..."

Silk panties- hot red in colour- clung tight to her delicious, royal ass. Her privileged upbringing showed itself in how smooth and flawless her skin was. Creamy and taut with not a single wrinkle on those soft globes. Maybe not as toned as June's was from her cross-country riding, but rounder, softer...and juicier. Just the slightest layer of fat to make that pair of biteable peaches jiggle enticingly. Unsurprising really... noble girls did spend a lot of time lounging around. And all the while, she continued to struggle and squirm in embarrassment- which had the consequence of making it look like she was wiggling and shaking her ass in my direction.

"I'm just doing what your father has been unable to get right: Disciplining you." I told her simply as I uncorked the bottle and poured some onto my hand.

"Do your worst then." She grunted- turning her head away, "Whatever pain you inflict will never match up to the punishment that father doles out. But I'll still pay you back tenfold!"

"Pain?" I echoed with a bemused tone. "No, this is something that I'm sure you're unprepared for."

My bare hand brushed across the sinfully smooth curve of her ass, coating it with the thick liquid and making the globes glisten.

"My very own massaging oil. It's just a fan favourite among the Kyoshi Warriors. Good for making skin very sensitive." I explained, my fingers sinking slightly into the pliable flesh of her ass then down to drag across her thighs as well. I couldn't see her expression, only her mop of messed up black hair. But the way the princess' entire body tensed up at my touch was a dead giveaway. Especially when I teasingly dipped my fingers down between the soft flesh of thighs, then back to the softer flesh of her ass. If her juicy rear end was gropable before, then the oil was at least twice more gropable now.

She shivered again, the muscle underneath tensing as kneaded my way up and down her soft thighs that she tried to squeeze together.

~ Arousal: Intensely feminine. Fragrant and spicy. Obscured by Fire nation cotton.

"Were you looking forward to this, Princess? You're soaked." I laughed. With her red panties soaked through, the fabric practically clung to everything- from her puffy labia to delicate inner lips to that throbbing little button atop her slit- leaving little to the imagination.

It was quite a sight too: A beautiful captive princess. Breathless, blushing from lust and bent over on the table. Restrained and helpless as her exposed lower half was presented to me as if being a tool of sexual relief was her only purpose at the moment; and since, I was encouraged to... make use of her as often as I desired, that wasn't far from the truth. Her hot arousal dripping down her quivering pale thighs, and her juicy holes just one flimsy piece of cloth away.

"You..." Azula panted breathlessly. "...You won't get away with this."

*smack*

Her ass jiggled from the slap. And the tiny squeak that I drew from her made her glare, face still was blushing madly in embarrassment and indignation. "Y-YOU!"

So, I gave her another slap.

*smack*

"Nn-!" Azula barely held back the moan.

"How is it?" I laughed, kneading and squeezing Azula's reddening ass cheeks, "Suki and the others have nothing but good reviews for it. It's good on the skin, but when applied to more sensitive areas..."

She took in a sharp intake of air as she felt my syrup-covered finger slip under her panties and found her stiff love button- flicking it gently and coating it in oil. It practically throbbed at the contact, and the rest of Azula's lithe body shivered right after.

"Ahn~!" She couldn't stifle the lyrical moan that echoed off the cell walls.

"Yes." I nodded knowingly, "Suki had a fun night the first time we figured that out."

"Ahhhn~!" She knocked her forehead against the wood in a futile attempt to stifle the sensations. And when that didn't work, she clenched her thighs tight together, but that only made it worse as her ultra-sensitive little clit was assaulted with the sensation of her panties' fabric brushing against them. She gasped for air before shooting a half-hearted glare at me, "If you're going to do it, then do it!"

Another smack to her bottom, earning another stifled moan.

"That's not the point of this." I told her, tracing her slit through her panties- adding more oil to the burning hot furnace it hid. Her feminine lips joining in at the same throbbing, hypersensitive fun as her clit. "You have to ask nicely, Azula. After all, I could walk away right now and leave you like this for a few days. Good luck finding a way to climax while in that straightjacket of yours. Or... you can just say 'please' and I'll take your virginity."

"K-kill you...Ah~!" She gritted her teeth. But that turned into a yelp halfway through as I yanked her red panties up- digging the fabric into her incredibly sensitive royal pussy and catching her throbbing clit in the folds. "D-dooon't~!"

"Alright." I said as I let up. Stepped back and left the Princess of the Fire Nation lying on the table. Her pert round ass in the air- pinkish from where I had been slapping her juicy cheeks, her trousers around her ankles and her red panties digging into her hypersensitive pussy, stewing in both her juices and the massaging oil.

"The massaging oil's effects only strengthen the more you let it sit." I offhandedly told the girl in the straightjacket.

"You!" She growled in sexual frustration- pressing her forehead against the table.

I was content to sit back actually and watch this sexy, half-naked virgin princess struggle and squirm with the blazing need to have her holes filled. Her eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched as she tried to bear with it. Her wet, needy pussy was visibly quivered underneath the soaked fabric- desperately gasping for me to fill it up. And the need only grew worse with every moment that passed.

"This humiliation of mine will be avenged soon enough, Khan!" She grunted.

"Whenever you're ready to start, just say please." I offered right back, casually sitting back and flipping through a book while Azula wiggled her red panty-clad rear end. Puffy pussy lips flanking the thin line of bunched up panties that ran along her slit and disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks before appearing around her narrow waist.

It was a nice sight to have in the background as I read The Flame in the Mind: Oscillations and Harmonies. Azula's tiny moans and near-silent whimpers acting as an equally nice white noise. Pain- I knew that she can handle; but the number of times her Reputation had swung because she masturbated over the past few days told me that she was unused- even vulnerable- to matters of the bedroom and was now discovering that pleasure was something she couldn't endure. On a dare, none of the Kyoshi Warriors could last more than an hour enduring its effects, how long would an inexperienced virgin like Azula could last?

Not long apparently.

Barely fifteen minutes passed before Azula turned her head away from me as her very soft and reluctant whisper floated through the cell's cool air.

"... please."

Underneath my helmet, I smiled. "It'll be my pleasure."

For making her say 'please'

{Azula} Reputation : -100 - -100 (Locked)

{Azula} Obedience: 2 - 5

+ R +

We had a long way to go to 25 Obedience, but the start always started slow.

Stepping forward, I almost laughed at the dichotomy when her flawlessly round ass seemed to perk up. Here the most formidable villain in ATLA was. The same one who was so fearsome that she not only terrorised the Avatar and his friends, but also the former villain, Zuko. The same one who was planning on using and discarding me from her political aspirations... was now bent over a table and desperate for me to pull aside her panties and fuck her aching pussy until she was milking my cock in a mindblowing climax.

A virgin was still a virgin, regardless of station.

"Now..." I said, running my hands along the impeccably smooth surface of her ass' skin, "Say it again."

Obedience check succeeded!

5/5 Obedience Required with {Azula}

"... please." Azula angrily forced out through gritted teeth.

"Good girl." my deep voice approved with a rumble, and Azula gasped as I poured more that thick massaging oil on her. The glistening liquid starting from the crack of her ass, down between her cheeks, over her sensitive anus, over her pussy before dripping off her hypersensitive clit. I moved aside her panties- so sensitive was she that just the cool cell air meeting her exposed, glistening pink inner lips and pink pucker was enough to almost set her off. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. If you trust the reviews that Suki and her sisters have been gossipping about, then I'm an expert in making girls enjoy losing their virginities."

"Spirits-damned Suki..." Azula hissed, and I nodded empathetically.

"Spirits-damned Suki..." I undid my codpiece and Azula let out a small, almost vulnerable moan as I teased the tip of my cock up and down her leaking pink slit. I couldn't help but admire the silky soft feel of her feminine netherlips as I prodded at her virgin femininity. A shiver of relief and pleasure ran through her slender body as I did... then it tensed in frightened confusion when I changed my aim to her delicate pink pucker.

"W-wait." Her voice panicked, sounding almost scared in fact even as she tried to inject anger into it, "That's the wrong orifice, you dolt!"

"Yes, but I never said which virginity, did I?" I taunted- testing the waters by prodding her untouched rear hole with my cock.

Azula hurriedly turned her head- her pale face trying to look over her shoulder to lock eyes with me, likely to try and plead for me to change my mind... which was exactly the moment that I was waiting for.

After all, I wanted to see the look on her face as I took her anal virginity. With a single powerful thrust, I sank my cock all the way in her rear entrance. Past the tight clenching ring of muscle and past her slimy hot insides until- with a loud slap of her juicy ass against my hips- I had fully sheathed myself in Azula's virgin royal asshole.

"Nnggh~!" She barely stifled a moan, even as her body shivered with a wave of sudden pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" I chuckled out the rhetorical question, drinking in the sensation of the crown princess' amazing rear hole. The sudden intrusion had her hot insides gripping my shaft like a tight, wet fist. And it only grew more pleasurable as I began slowly sawing in and out of her stretched out pink pucker.

"No, don't move!" She shrieked, "Don't you dare m- Ohh~!"

But as I did just that- thrusting in and out of her hot, virgin rear hole- one thing was immediately evident to me...

This girl was made for anal sex.

Her narrow waist were good hand holds for when I wanted to go faster and rougher on her. The creamy smooth skin of her flawless ass cheeks provided a good spankable distraction- the acoustics of the dim cell amplifying every juicy smack of my palm on them. Her round ass served as the cushion for my hips whenever I sank my shaft to the hilt. Her insides were hot, slimy and tight. And every little movement had that extremely tight ring of muscle massaging my shaft like a wet pair of fingers wrapped around it. It was also very sensitive.

"You're enjoying this." I pointed out the obvious.

Azula didn't respond to the accusation, not in the words at least. The tiny squeaks of pleasure that slip past her facade as I slam my cock deep in her asshole. The veiled sighs of contentment as her pink pucker trembled around the base of my shaft. And the shuddering gasp as I pulled out until just the tip remained to start the cycle all over again.

Yes, she was enjoying it very, very much.

"NNNgghhhhh~!" Azula stifled her climax as best as she could, but the way she was gripping around my shaft told me all what her body really wanted: She wanted me to paint her bowels white with cum.

For making her cum with her ass and want you to cum in her

{Azula} Reputation : -100 - -100 (Locked)

{Azula} Obedience: 5 - 6

+ R +

It really takes the hesitation away from a man. Knowing that I had this proud princess with the tight, sexy body and virgin holes... and I was obligated to fuck her and never pull out. Day after day, night after night, as often as I could until she behaved herself to me. That primal lust to claim this fertile female powered every slam of my hips as I went faster and harder on her.

"I'm going to fill you up, Azula." I growled.

"D-don't!" She pleaded.

"You want me to stop?" I taunted back, slowing down just a little bit.

"No! I mean yes! I mean- O-oohhh~!" She moaned out without restraint as she came again, her asshole once again going crazy around my thick shaft. A virgin being lit up with the unbearable pleasure of her first time, and she couldn't help but love it. The pitter-patter of her pussy juices dripping to the floor could be faintly heard underneath the sounds of her perfectly toned ass being pounded in anticipation for my seed.

With a roar, I came inside her ass. Powerful shots of hot cum painting her bowels white, just as she wanted. So powerful that she felt it too- her moans climbing higher as she subconsciously pushed her soft ass cheeks against my hips and her anus milked me for every last drop.

"K-kill... you..." She panted breathlessly, whimpering as I slowly pulled my throbbing cock out of her. Her pink anus twitched needily from the sudden absence. A soft, wet splatter echoed out as her gaping, freshly-fucked asshole leaked a thick dollop of my cum onto the floor, joining the clear puddle of her pussy juices' climax.

Long minutes passed by as I let her gather her breath while I idly fondled her ass. I could have her like this. Every night if I wanted to. Very tempting.

"Definitely going to kill you..." She swore, still breathless as she lay with her gaping and well-used asshole, "If not by my hands then by the hands of the noble clans!"

I just shook my head.

"You're delusional. The noble clans love me; specifically, they love my ability to bring in plunder." I pointed out. "And that will only get me even more popular once I sack the North Pole. I hear the Blue Jade that they use for their betrothal necklaces are worth a fortune."

"No, you're delusional. And soon-to-be-dead too!" She growled, "I may not have managed to kill any of those traitors you've placed in the ranks of the Royal Guard. But now, the whole of Hari Bulkan knows that you have an unfinished elixir of immortality! And the only thing those noble rats hold above their greed is their fear of death! They'll gladly trade all the plunder in the world for that elixir, even if they have to run you through to get it!"

I stood silent for a moment to ponder what she said... right before stepping forward and pressing the tip of my cock back into her ass.

Her golden eyes flew open as she pleaded, "No wai- aaaahhhnnn~~!"

For making her want you to do it again

{Azula} Reputation : -100 - -100 (Locked)

{Azula} Obedience: 6 - 7

+ R +

I'd still rather be in the library right now, but as Azula's vulnerable anus once again went crazy on my shaft... I had to admit: turning the crown princess into my anal slut was a good reason to be distracted.

(Several Decades Later) [Air Temple Island]

The sun was already setting when Korra finished the section with Jinora. The sky outside the library window was already painted with lazy oranges and gentle purples as Jinora's soft voice rang out.

The book had long thumped shut in Jinora's hands, but the younger girl apparently knew that part by heart.

"And so... although her own father had imprisoned her, princess Azula took solace in the fact that her betrothed visited her every night to comfort her. For seven days and seven nights, he visited her- soothing the princess' gentle heart with his quiet company and in the knowledge that their love was something that the bars could never contain. And on the seventh night when Khan was to depart for war, Princess Azula finally shared with him a shy, chaste kiss between the bars of her cell, whispering a promise that she'll wait for him."

Korra applauded her softly.

"Thank you, thank you." the younger girl bowed with a smile, "I guess that means you liked the story?"

"Yeah, that is pretty romantic." Korra smiled back. "But I can't believe it took them seven whole days of dating before they even kissed for the first time. If I had a handsome, princely hunk of a boyfriend, no damn way am I waiting seven days to give him a single kiss!"

"That depends where he places it." the airbender girl purred with a sly smile. Then her grey eyes flew open as if she suddenly remembered herself, and she quickly switched back to an innocent expression. "A girl's first kiss has to be special after all! A kiss on the cheek wouldn't definitely not be enough for seven days!"

"... Riiiight~" Korra drawled with a flat stare at the brown-haired airbender. It was always the bookish ones that were the freakiest.

"Besides!" Jinora continued like nothing happened, "The Saga of Anya the Evil only glosses over the actual story that it's almost criminal! What you really want is this script for a play..."

The brunette reached into her back pocket to pull out a thin book.

On the black and red cover with a girl who could only be Crown Princess Azula stood in what looked to be the Fire Nation Royal Palace. The Princess' sharp, beautifully aristocratic features were softened into a tender expression, gold eyes looking wistfully at the sapphire blue flame cradled in her hands. Despite looking to be around the same age as her, Korra could feel that there was gentleness to the princess that she could never match, not even on her best day. Everything about her screamed 'Fairy Tale Princess.' A girl too pure and kind for this crummy world.

The title 'The Romance of Princess Azula' was emblazoned in gold at the top.

"Spirits..." Jinora crossed her arms with a sigh, "I still can't believe you haven't seen an Ember Island Players' performance of 'The Romance of Princess Azula' yet. You should really watch the play with me sometime. You haven't experienced theatre until you've bawled your eyes out to a Princess Azula scene."

"Hmmm..." Korra drummed her fingers on the library table. "You think that Sato butler will be impressed if I invite him to watch it with me?"

"Positive." Jinora nodded with absolute certainty, "I've attended three Ember Island Players' performances of 'The Romance of Princess Azula' and every time during that emotional scene when Khan visits Princess Azula for the first time in her cell, I've seen grown men cry. The teary confession..."

+ T +

"I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!" Azula cried out as she came with her ass for what felt like the dozenth time.

+ T +

"... The deep heart to heart conversation..."

+ T +

"To have some brute's fluid leaking out of my butt... !" She cried out," Unforgivable Absolutely unforgivable!"

A thick cock was thrust to her face. "If you have time to talk, you have time to suck, Princess. Clean me up or I'm going to spank your ass red. And I'd hate to tarnish such a great ass."

+ T +

"... and Princess Azula's vulnerable pleas for Khan to never leave her as she finally opens up to him..."

+ T +

"Just take my womanhood's purity already and stop defiling my butt, you degenerate brute!" She shouted in frustration, managing to find more fire in her.

"... Just for that, I'm going to keep pounding your anus until morning, Azula."

"No! Not again! I swear by all my ancestors, I'll kill you!"

+ T +

"How can anyone not find that romantic?!" Jinora emphasized, "Trust me, he'll be blown away!"

"I don't know..." Korra looked her blue eyes away, still very unsure, "... He doesn't seem the type to get emotional. Maybe something more nerdy and bookish and uhm... boring?"

"Can't get more historically accurate than the Ember Island Players!" Jinora reassured her with an eager nod, "Their theatre group were there when all these events occurred, and your butler lover doesn't look old enough to have witnessed them in person to find any discrepancies. Oh, and if nothing else, it'll give you an excuse to hold onto him."

"Well, he does have great biceps..." Korra muttered to herself, remembering how good his arms looked in that Sato-brand suit as she idly flipped through her book. But she stopped when something caught her eyes: A picture of a painting caught her eye, one that depicted the final battle of the North Pole.

"Wait, is this for real?" Korra whispered in awe.

"100%."

Korra put the book down and let out a long whistle, "Yeah... How firebenders managed to crack open the Northern Water Tribe Capital in the middle of a full moon is just nuts. I wish I could do half the crazy stuff the firebender invasion force managed to pull off at the North Pole."

"Which crazy firebending are we talking about?" Jinora arched a slender brown eyebrow, "Khan? The 41st Division? The Fire Nation Grand Fleet? Admiral Zhao the Magnificent?"

"Yes."

Jinora laughed.

"You're the Avatar, Korra." the younger girl reassured her with a gentle smile, "You'll definitely grow into that kind of power."

"Got to learn how to airbend first!" Korra flexed her arm, highlighting how her blue armband wrapped around the brown skin of her bicep. "Then one day soon, I'm going to be as legendary as Khan, as badass as Admiral Zhao, and as fairy tale princess gentle as Azula!"

Jinora winced with a sheepish smile, "Okay, let's be realistic: Maybe not the last one, but I think you got a fair chance at being the first two!"

"2 out of 3? I'll take it!" Korra guffawed, "Well, at least you definitely have a shot at being an Azula, Jinora."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you to say. Thanks!" Jinora grinned back.

"History is insane." Korra commented- lifting the book up and appraising it under the light, "Makes you wonder what it was like to be there, actually living it."

"Oh, I'd give everything to be there at the famous scene." Jinora breathed, her grey eyes watching a scene that was happening far, far away. "The Princess and the War Hero... A true fairy tale love story... the sights, the sounds... Oh, I wish I could have been there when it happened."

Korra didn't know enough, but she knew that her friend liked her hopeless romantic friend. So, the only right thing to say was... "I bet it was beautiful."

"Yeah. I bet it was..." Jinora absentmindedly agreed as she looked out the window and to the sunset, a small smile on her lips.

+ T +

*plap* *plap* *plap* *plap* *plap* *plap* *plap*

+ T +

"... I bet it was just the most beautifully romantic and heartfelt moment anyone's ever seen." Jinora finished with a longing sigh.

- The Romance of Princess Azula End -

AN:

Okay, enough. Time to advance the plot... I'm feeling impatient with my own fic again. Back to slightly shorter chapters, faster tempo. Let's do this. Time to pick up some plot threads.

I was going to have the Ty sisters and the Ty Milf appear... and it was going to be sexy and funny. But this is seriously not working for me. I'll save Ty Lee's arc for Book II: Earth just like in canon.

Writing blind here... I don't understand anal, but I tried to make it sound sexy all the same.

I have no idea what possessed me to... make a seven-day-long dubcon anal training into a joke, but here we are. ... Why does everything I write turn into shitpost?

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