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This doesn't happen every night, because Zuko and Azula, despite their youth and fire, are still responsible people who can put their duty to the People of Fire above pleasure. But this happens quite often, and the first sign that this is not an ordinary bedtime is that the Fire Lord and his bride will give money to the guards and lock the doors tightly. Then the guards will realize that it will be a difficult night - difficult for them in the first place, not everyone is able to stand at the door of the Lord of Fire on such nights.
Azula will feel awkward in front of the bed and will ask Zuko with one glance if he is sure. By holding out his hand, he will make it clear that they will go through this together, as they have been going through all the difficulties since Zuko carried his broken princess out of a gloomy cell in his arms to the best healers in the world, to healing and light.
And maybe, just maybe, it turns out that all these silent negotiations took place somewhere else, and the Lord of Fire will enter the bedroom with his bride in his arms, as if repeating the day when he carried her out of the royal hospital in his arms, when Azula kissed Zuko without stopping, preventing him from looking at the road and forcing him to crashing into walls. Fortunately, since then, the Fire Lord has been much better at carrying Azula in his arms blindly.
But it doesn't matter how they get into the bedroom, because she's going to end up in Zuko's bed sooner or later anyway, because it can't be otherwise. By right of bride and lover.
By right of Azula.
After that, Zuko will gently expose her skin, exposing his bride one button at a time, one rope at a time, blessing every exposed inch of her body with a kiss and whispering cute nonsense that will make the princess blush and grab her clothes, making Azula sweeter and more beautiful. But eventually the last piece of cloth will fall off, and princess will appear before him, naked and beautiful. Perhaps she will turn a little pink when the Fire Lord also takes off his clothes, but each time her embarrassment is less and less.
In the end, Zuko will find himself completely naked in front of his girlfriend and will once again examine her perfect figure, shaped by training and excellent heredity - two factors that both Zuko and Azula prefer not to think about. This will be the last time he examines her body, which he remembers by heart, because from now on Zuko will only look into the beautiful amber eyes of his bride, stuck in her gaze like a bee in tar.
As a caring lover, Azula will kneel before her love, breathing flame onto Zuko's instrument, warming it and tickling it a little, but never crippling it - no small feat for a woman who does not take her eyes off her fiance's eyes. When the Fire Lord begins to show obvious signs of impatience, she will gently kiss the peak of it manhood and begin to lick it greedily, like a cat licking a kitten. The groom's light moans will let her know that she is on the right track. And it is very possible that some dark part of Azula will wake up, feeling control over the ruler of an entire nation, which will force the princess to suck in new ways, to look for new buttons to press, a new way to dominate the libido of the Fire Lord.
Perhaps Zuko will forget himself from pleasure and try to say that dirty word, then Azula will blush and seal the groom's mouth with her finger, forcing him to kiss her fingers as an apology for rudeness. She's almost a decent girl, and he can't say such nasty things in front of her.
For now.
And of course, she never takes her eyes off her fiance's face, having a silent conversation with him in the language of glances, licks and sucking.
Perhaps, in the end, Zuko's juices will splash onto the pleased face of Azula, who has pleased her fiance. She will happily squint, lick her lips and giggle when he wipes her face with a wet towel. Or maybe she would greedily swallow Zuko's entire weapon to its full depth, looking into his eyes with a challenge, a symptom of what would happen next.
But it is possible that everything will be different, and it is the Fire Lord who will kneel before the wet altar of his bride, and it is his tongue that will cause trembling and moaning of Azula, clutching the sheets and barely restraining herself from grabbing the Lord of Fire by the hair. She will definitely be breathlessly begging Zuko not to stop and keep going until she fills her fiance's mouth with her salty juices.
But no matter who drinks whom, Azula will begin to whine plaintively, not daring to say directly, but only hinting that she is wet enough for more serious activities. And Zuko wouldn't hesitate to give her what she wanted-who was he to refuse his woman when she looked at him LIKE that?
He will take the right position with care and she will not rush him — no one wants one of their legs to cramp up again at the most inopportune moment. But sooner or later they will get comfortable for intercourse and Zuko with a loving smile will gently kiss his girlfriend, warming her soul. He will be very gentle, entering the princess and exiting the Azula, and with every movement, with every kiss, there will be less and less timid bride in the Azula and more and more of the one who is too early to name. And when Azula's nails dig into his back, a manic gleam appears in her eyes, her face is disfigured by a grin, and her cock is captured by her hot cunt, Zuko will realize that hell has broken out again and the Conqueror Ba Sing Se is here again.
***
The fall in the last month of the war was not kind for Azula. Her mind cracked and the gaps were filled with rage and self-loathing, punctuated by a nightmare-filled oblivion. After a long and painful recovery, Azula was discharged from the hospital into the loving arms of Zuko — how could they not be loving when, in the last six months of treatment, the visits of the Fire Lord to the princess ended with kisses full of love and possessiveness? The doctors warned that her injury would never be fully healed. Madness retreated into the depths of the subconscious, waiting for a reason to return, finding new excuses for its existence, fueled by petty grievances and unanswered questions, holding onto the memories of Agni Kai with a death grip and hiding behind those deeply ingrained doubts that crossed the princess' soul like cracks during the war. But Azula looked and felt healthy and happy, even if she was overly cautious in her actions and shy in her desires. It looked like that injury had never happened.
That was a misconception. Zuko realized this when, in their first sex, his timid and shy princess, blushing deeply when kissed and embarrassed to look at his cock, tried to bite off his adam's apple during orgasm.
For the second time, the beast living in Azul broke free.
The princess was incredibly embarrassed that she had lost control. Zuko was even more confused - he liked that Azula wanted him SO much, after all, the former prince was also not a model of mental health, and during the war, the princess was only one step ahead of the Fire Lord, her mind plunged into the abyss, which Zuko did not step into only because there was someone to stop him. And like a true gentleman, the Lord of Fire couldn't help but reciprocate her feelings, and the next time he left a painful hickey over heart on the growling and writhing Azula. The girl was deeply touched by this gesture when she came to her senses, and since then every night they spent together turned into an attempt to knock an orgasm out of each other by brute force. The princess sometimes jokes that if enemys decide to kill her at night, the guards will understand it by the too quiet sounds of violence.
***
But before Azula tries to do anything crazy, Zuko will press her to the bed with his body and kiss her passionately, knowing that his tongue and body will meet a sweet rebuff in their fury and longing for it. He suspects that Azula is not the only one doomed to live with darkness on the edge of reason, and this darkness requires defeating, subjugating and fertilizing the female writhing under him, capable of surviving even falling from a cliff, the bearer of the best heredity in the Fire Nation. And this darkness knows perfectly well that the female beneath him wants exactly the same thing, that everything that is happening is just a mating ritual, a confirmation by the male of his right to leave offspring.
Because the female under him knows how to kill, and this makes him want her submission even more.
"I will destroy you, Zuko!" Azula will howl, writhing under his strong arms, in her mind the past and present, loneliness before the comet, hatred during and love passion after will be one and inseparable. "I will pulverize you, burn you to ashes and deprive you of the crown, and then I fuck the rest, the only thing that is worth my attention, your a magnificent member of the Fire Lord! YOU WILL BECOME A PILLOW FOR MY THRONE, SO THAT MY PUSSY WILL NEVER BE LONELY WITHOUT YOU AGAIN!!!"
During the fight, she will certainly swap places with him with a deft maneuver, cunning deception, or a surge of empowering rage, straddling him from above and gleefully taking his cock to its full depth, breathing unevenly and sweating directly at her defeated male, driving his delightful pillar into herself with jerky movements that have more force than precision.
"I'm back on top, Zuzu!" she will declare, laughing maniacally. "I'm taller than you again, a weakling, unable to cope with his own bride, a pathetic semblance... ah!"
"Stop... calling... me... ZUZU!!!"
It won't be long, because the Fire Lord Zuko won't allow himself to be insulted with impunity, even by his princess. Maybe he'll seal her dirty mouth with his kiss and they'll both test the sharpness of their teeth with their tongues while the royal cock bursts inside the princess, maddened by lustful rage, over and over again. Or he will close her mouth so that the woman can wrap one of his fingers with her lips and greedily suck it, wanting every piece of their bodies to take part in their joint passion, while her ass is driven into the bed under the powerful measured blows of a man who fancies himself her master.
But sooner or later, the beast will be defeated and tamed by the mighty hand and will of the Fire Lord, because the instincts that humans do not have require her to surrender to the male over her, open their uterus to his sperm, give birth to a new generation, better and healthier than this, because during madness she will completely lose control, and he, like there will always be someone who controls them both.
And then the rushing mad woman will become a desperate whore who will do anything for the sake of her master's sperm — as long as he remains the master. And all the while they would continue to keep in touch, and in his eyes she would see the same darkness and flame—like golden fire in the furnace of a ramming cruiser. The eyes of a man who is ready to break through the blockade with one ship for the sake of his goal. And she realizes that now his goal is her, Azula, her body, her pussy, her pleasure, her happiness, because he broke through the walls around her heart, her ice armor, and eventually her hymen. She owns him like no one has ever owned him, like she has never owned anyone.
At this moment, she is the true Queen of the Fire Nation.
It will intoxicate her like no other power. It will make her twitch even more, penetrate nails even deeper into Zuko, and hug her master even more tightly with your legs.
"Fuck me!" Fuck me, rip me, fuck deeper, deeper, DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER, SCUM, ALL THE WAY TO MY UTERUS, MY OVAS WANT TO SEE YOUR DICK IN PERSON TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF MEN OUR SONS WILL BECOME!!!
These insane screams will give Zuko new strength to fuck his bride, because such a passionate woman deserves only the most passionate fuck when the partner is as lost in lust as she is.
"Scream louder, you filthy incestuous whore," he growls, grabbing her breasts, nipples, thighs, neck, hair, anything that can be grabbed, crushed, pinched, yanked, leave a trace of his power and make the female beneath him scream even more shrilly from sweet pain and painful pleasure.
"I AM YOUR WHORE, YOUR DIRTY BRIDE, DIRTY FROM YOUR BODY, YOUR DESIRE, YOUR PASSION! I'M SWEATING WITH LUST! FUCK YOUR DIRTY WHORE, LOOK AT EVERYTHING I'VE DONE TO YOU, NOW I'M BENEATH YOU, UNDERNEATH YOU I AM, I AM GREEDY TO COCK WHORE, I AZULAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" lose all semblance of the intelligence of Azula.
For a while, they will both teeter on the edge of orgasm, while Azula's nails destroy Zuko's back, and her legs lock him up, wanting to forever keep this magnificent specimen of a man inside her, the only one worthy of this title in her eyes, while her mouth babbles something without meaning or meaning, while the princess's brain turns into one solid a pleasure center that would capture and enhance every nerve impulse from enjoyment. A second without orgasm will turn into a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a season, a year, an eternity without a soul-destroying sensation, when the pleasure of tearing her pussi is nothing compared to what awaits beyond…
And then she will gather the remnants of her will and consciousness for the last dastardly blow.
"Insult me, humiliate me, muddy me, show me how you want me, ZUZU, TELL ME WHO I AM!!!" roars Azula in a pre—orgasmic fit of amorous rage.
And then Zuko would break down and say this dirty word, forever tainted by their past and present, which mixed his pain, dashed hopes, despair, jealousy, hatred, lust and criminal love:
"SISTER!!!!" he will proclaim the truth about the one who squirms in his arms.
Upon hearing this dirty word from her lover's mouth, the princess will scream like a shot rabid bitch, erupting on a dick and squeezing as if she is trying to break her brother — god, friend, idiot, mother's son, rival, loser, ungrateful bastard, traitor, scumbag, savior, lord, lover, fiance and brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, thrice cursed and an infinite number of times blessed brother by name…
"ZUZU!!!!!!" she will scream in insane ecstasy, and then her brother, with a mad growl, will pump his sister with hot sperm, plunging into her up to the balls, pressing against each other so that not even blades can be inserted between them. And when the last drop penetrates inside the Zuko's woman, her insane scream will end with the loss of consciousness of the princess in the arms of her future husband.
These sounds will be heard by the guards and each guard will feel awe of his Lord, who was able not only to overcome, but also to fuck IT. Each guardian will mentally pray for Zuko's health, that he would continue to keep IT in his bed, do not let it escape to the palace. No one wants to know what will happen if Zuko fail.
Nobody.
When Azula finishes pouring her and the groom's juices on the sheets, Zuko will gently kiss his bride, bringing her to life. Perhaps she will innocently bat her eyelashes and smile awkwardly, basking in his love and post-coital pleasure, satisfied and happy. Or maybe she'll give him a cheeky look that foreshadows a new round and kiss him hungrily, mocking his flaws without malice and playfully feigning resentment when he responds to banter with banter. Zuko loves moments like this, when there is neither a timid Azula, who has not yet recovered from a duel with her own blood and flesh, nor a mad princess in the light of a comet, seized by a maniacal desire to destroy and rule. He loves these moments because he sees the Azula she will one day become, an exquisite blend of the Azula she should have been and the one she was before. The one who finally forgets her doubts and fears, allows herself to be the way she wants to be, rises like a phoenix from the ashes.
All this is inevitable, like Agni rising in the morning, because in his beautiful woman, like a forest fire in the rays of dawn, Zuko has everything he needs.
His Azula.
His love.
His bride.
His girlfriend.
His own beast.
His whore.
His sister.
His Azula. After all, the only thing he needs from a woman is for her to be an Azula.
And he'd be damned if they hadn't found their happiness.