Chapter 1: Giving Her What She Wants - Part 1
Azao walked down the hallway of the asylum, nervous about the patient he had to speak to.
She was dangerous.
'It doesn't matter. She cannot hurt me in that full-body straitjacket.'
…
'…Unless someone screwed up buckling her ankles again.'
Azao was a security guard in a mental asylum in the Fire Nation.
Overall, his job was relatively safe; The patients presented varying degrees of madness but little danger.
…Except Azula, ex-princess of the Fire Nation; Son of the previous Fire Lord and sister of the current one.
'I hope she is normal today. She's *been* normal recently.' Azao slowly opened the small hatch on the door to Azula's room – she was the only patient who had to live in a repurposed solitary cell usually reserved for patients lashing out in violent frenzies.
She could only ever leave the room under complete supervision and a full-body straitjacket, forcing her to depend on a wheelchair. Inside the room, she was free of supervision… But still needed the full-body straitjacket.
'She's normal…? Seems to be…' He quietly observed Azula inside the room.
She was sitting on the mattress, looking slightly down with a tense face, squinting lightly.
Was she looking at something on the bed?
Or was she-
'Oh. Oh, she definitely is.' Azao could tell what was happening in real-time by simply noticing the tension skyrocketing in Azula's face; The gritting of the teeth behind the fire-resistant mouth mask made of metal she was forced to use 24/7.
Azula was…
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I'M SICK OF HEARING IT!" …Hearing voices again. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore… IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME ALONE, FINE! I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT! Don't come crying to me afterward! Aaaaah, I'm going to be so happy when you shut up FOR GOOD!" Veins sprawled all across her face as she screamed at nothing on her left side.
Azula never opened up to the doctors. No one knew who or what she heard and talked to. That said, it was rare to hear her acquiesce to the voices. 'Usually, she just rebels and lashes out… If she were not in the straitjacket, she would have set the entire room on fire.'
"Hah…! Hah…! Hah…!" Azula panted, breathless from raging so badly.
Slowly, her gaze moved to the side to look at Azao; Her head remained stiff in place.
"Since when have you been there?" She asked, not happy to have been caught talking to herself.
"I just got here." Azao lied.
"What do you want?"
"You have a visitor."
"That's a first in three years." She fully turned her head to face him. "How do I have a visitor? Don't you turn them all away?"
"You've been on good behavior, and the doctors believe you've improved a little. That's why you are allowed to take a visitor this time."
"…Who is it?"
"A Kyoshi Warrior named Ty Lee. She says she's an old friend of yours. Comes by every few months to see if she can speak to you."
"Ty Lee…" Azula's eyes widened slowly. "Hah… Hahahahah… Thank God… See…? See…?" She looked to her left side again. "I'm gonna give you what you want. Are you excited…?"
"…"
Azula stopped herself and side-eyed Azao again; This time, shocked at what she had just done.
"Don't tell them." She ordered him.
…Without any real authority.
"…"
"Don't tell them."
"I don't-"
"Don't tell them!" She raised her voice, infuriated.
Azula had only been allowed to receive a visitor because the doctors believed she improved somewhat. What Azao witnessed was enough to disqualify that.
…
Still, he hesitated, pitying the former princess and almost Fire Lord.
What happened next was one of the most shocking experiences of Azao's life.
"Don't tell them, please." Azula pleaded with teary eyes and a miserable voice; A one-in-a-lifetime show of sadness and submission.
It was enough to make Azao let go of what he saw, believing it to be a sign of change from Azula, who lacked any degree of mercy, agreeableness, and regret.
…
Or was it a sign of something else?
***
Mai massaged and washed Zuko's back as they relaxed in the bathtub.
Or, at least, as they tried to relax.
"This entire situation's a mess…" Zuko could not relax.
"I know…" Consequently, neither could she.
Mai was a 5'9" fair-skinned 22-years old woman with tawny eyes and long black hair, often arranged in two buns at the top sides of the back of her head and two long locks loose over her shoulders – one on each side; Her forehead was always covered by long blunt bangs that almost reached her eyes. Physically, Mai was a lean woman with long legs, round perky breasts, and a round perky butt.
Zuko was a 5'8" fair-skinned 23-years-old man with light amber eyes and nape-length black hair, with the sides cut high enough for his ears to show, and with the forehead exposed by a lack of bangs. His left eye opened less than his right one due to a hideous burn mark left by a traumatic Agni Kai against his father when he was a child – a duel in which the first one burned by the other's firebending loses.
The war ended three years ago after the Avatar defeated Ozai and Zuko defeated Azula. Theoretically, things should have improved immensely – at least in terms of peace and preservation of life.
Worldwide, that was true.
Inside the Fire Nation, it was arguably true.
For Zuko, nothing could be more untrue.
Others might not have known, but Mai knew. 'Zuko is stressed beyond belief. I wish I could do something to help… This is the best I can do, unfortunately…' She continued to massage and wash his back, hugging him from behind in the large luxury tub.
"I didn't expect things to be easy, but I didn't expect this much resistance either." Zuko said.
"Just because you broke free from your father's warmongering, it doesn't mean the rest of the nation would."
"I know. The war went on for 100 years. Generations were raised drunk on my grandfather's mad idea that we are the best and most powerful, and that we should own the world."
"That's right. They're not eager to accept defeat and let go of that conquest fantasy."
…And they were not eager to accept Zuko as their leader either.
Defeating Azula did not make the Fire Nation recognize him as the one in charge; It made them resent him. For all of Azula's reckless violence, she was beloved as a strongwoman, and Ozai as a strongman. The people relished being subjects under the authority of such strong figures.
Zuko was seen as weak and traitorous. His power as Fire Lord was frail and unstable, with large protests breaking out every day. Talks of revolution against him were scarily common, and far too many of the elite supported the idea under their breaths. The nation risked fracturing itself.
"I still think you should ask the Avatar for help."
"Aang can't help… It'll just make things worse. He doesn't lend me legitimacy. It's the opposite."
"Maybe it would help if we had a child…"
"Yeah, it would."
…
"I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry…" Mai regretted saying anything.
They had been trying to have kids for the past three years without success.
'It must be my fault. I must be infertile. If only he had been with a different woman… Having a kid would show the people that there is intended continuity and long-term life to Zuko's rule. That would calm things down a bit…'
"I'll figure something out. Things will stabilize over time." Zuko resigned.
"I agree. I'll support you all the way. Like this…" Mai wrapped her arms around his chest and brought her feet around his waist to grip his penis with her soles.
"Ooh…"
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
"The Fire Lord deserves the best… And he also needs to be fully stable so the nation can be stable too, don't you think? Let me help you relax, Zuko…" She moved her feet up and down slowly.
Not just to be sensual, but to ensure his penis did not slip off the grasp of her feet. Mai was incredibly skilled in small acts of dexterity – which was why she was so good at knife-throwing. However, even she needed focus to properly offer a footjob to Zuko.
…His penis was a tad too small, and it rarely got properly hard.
'Maybe that's the real reason we can't conceive…?' A fleeting thought crossed her mind; One she had many, many times.
She snuffed it immediately.
Mai loved Zuko and did not want to think negative things about him.
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
"It feels good, doesn't it? Enjoy it…"
"Hah… Yeah… Thank you… Ooh…" Zuko looked down, observing Mai's feet jerking him off under the water.
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
Zuko was not the type to talk much during sex, and neither was Mai.
Her expectation was to give him a quiet footjob and then cuddle with him in the tub.
"Azula would know what to do. Nghh…" …But Zuko brought up a random, needless topic.
"Why would you talk about her now, of all times?"
"Sorry. Sorry…" He continued to watch Mai's feet stroke him.
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
"…But it's true. Ghnn… She would know. And she would have much more legitimacy than me if she were in my place…"
"So…? Are you going to let her off the asylum so she can kill us in our sleep?"
"Hahah… She would kill us to our faces."
"…And probably smile as we burn and scream."
"Yeah. Ungh…"
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
"I've been thinking… Oooh… About going to talk to her."
"Why? She's gone crazy and is still dangerous. It's been three years."
…
"…I just feel like I should see her. Ughn…" He said.
Mai did not understand how that would help, but it was clear that Zuko felt differently about it: His penis hardened up significantly, making the footjob much easier for Mai.
'Thinking of talking to her helped him relax and get hard? He must really think she can help…'
"If I see her just a little bit… I feel like everything would get better. Ngh… I should… Ooh… Really do it… Ghn…"
"Are you about to cum?"
"Yeah…"
"Go ahead. Let it out for me." She pressed her face against the side of his neck, hugging tightly to be with him during his orgasm.
"Nghhhh…!"
STROKE… STROKE… STROKE…
Mai steadily foot-jerked him to completion, letting his thin semen disappear in the hot water of the luxury tub. She still jerked him some more after he was done, letting him come out of the orgasm with decelerating stimulation.
Once he was done, she lightly kissed his nape, enjoying the sounds of his heavy breathing.
…
'I wouldn't have to worry about my feet slipping if it were his dad's… And I'd certainly be pregnant.' Mai unwittingly compared the present to buried memories from long ago. 'Ah… Don't think about that sort of thing. There really is nothing to gain from talking about Azula…'
"I really should go talk to her…" Zuko brought it up again.
"If you think so, then go. I'll always support you, Zuko."
"Yeah… Yeah, maybe I will go."
"Hm…? Are you hard again…?" Mai's feet took notice of something hard between them. She liked feeling it; A sign that she helped her beloved relax significantly. "Do you want another-"
KNOCK-KNOCK!
"Lord Zuko!" A guard knocked on the bathroom door.
"What? I am showering! I don't want to be interrupted unless-"
"It's an emergency!"
"…Great. Another problem for the pile. I'll be right back." He got up, wiped himself, and walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist to cover his lower body.
Mai hoped it was nothing too bad.
Fifteen minutes later, Zuko returned with much greater stress plastered all over his face.
"I just discovered why my father was so opposed to a free press. He didn't have to worry about random surprises." Zuko said.
"What happened…?"
The press somehow acquired a secret letter with his mother's seal.
In it, she revealed that Zuko was the product of an affair.
He had no royal blood.
Zuko's monarchic legitimacy reached a dangerous rock-bottom.
***
Somehow, Azula looked scary even with her body completely restrained within a full-body straitjacket. Three TIGHT belts kept her from moving: One around her upper arms, one around her tights, and one around her ankles. Additionally, a metal shackle restrained her forearms together under her chest. The most she could do, if so desired, was hop around poorly. Otherwise, she needed someone else to move her wheelchair.
Zuko kept looking at her feet.
Right now, they sat opposite to each other inside Azula's repurposed solitary cell at the asylum she was forcibly admitted into three years ago.
Azula was a 5'5" fair-skinned 21-years-old woman with dark amber eyes and upper back-length black hair, almost always arranged with a bun at the back top of her head and long side bangs framing her face. Her lips were a highlight of her face, thicker than the average.
Right now, there was no such bun or refinement to her hair. It was lower back-long, with messy bangs partially covering her eyes, which contained big bags underneath them from lack of sleep.
Azula was always a lean, athletic woman with visibly toned muscles – perhaps now leaner and more defined due to weight loss. Even through the straitjacket, Zuko could tell she lost weight. Nonetheless, she maintained the curviness of her hips, along with perkiness, roundness, and fullness of her breasts, which were larger, firmer, and rounder than Mai's.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Azula broke the silence after five minutes of nothing being said; Her eyes confidently stared straight into his, attempting to oppress him as usual. "I was so happy when I heard my dear brother, Zuzu, came to visit me after three long years. I was beginning to forget what you looked like…" The fire-resistant mask covering her mouth muffled her voice slightly.
"…"
"Oh, my apologies. I should address you with respect now, shouldn't I? Fire Lord Zuko, thank you for gracing a sick, evil monster such as myself with your presence. I will cherish this moment for the rest of my life in this infernal place."
"…"
"Hm…?" Azula followed Zuko's eyes. "My feet, huh…? Everyone in this place is worried about them. They know what I can do if I have just a little bit of room to firebend from my soles."
"…"
"…But that's not why you are staring at them, is it, Fire Lord Zuko…?"
"Azula." Zuko raised his eyes to meet hers.
"Hm?"
"…You haven't changed at all."
"Neither have you. The people of the Fire Nation understand that. And so do you, don't you?"
"You hear about the outside from here?"
"The guards speak. I have nothing to do but to listen. Though, I didn't need to listen to know how your foolish attempt at following the Avatar's fantasies of peace would go."
"The war was a mistake. I thought the people would enjoy peace."
"After losing thousands of people in war against the Water Tribe and the Earth Kingdom? How does it feel to know your sons and daughters died conquering Ba Sing Se only for the traitorous son of the Fire Lord to hand over your victory to the Avatar – a child that abandoned the world for 100 years? You think you brought them peace, but all you brought was sorrow to parents whose children died for no gain."
"They will get in line. Peace is the best for everyone, including the Fire Nation."
Azula tilted her head – likely smiling arrogantly behind the mouth mask. "Is that why you are here? To reassure yourself by trying to refute me?"
"I don't know why I'm here. I just felt like checking in on you."
"Is that how it is? After three years, you want to check in on the sister that tried to kill you so many times…"
"Do you still hear voices? Is that why you have those bags under your eyes? Can't sleep?"
"…" She ignored his question.
…
Azula looked down.
…
"Get this metal thing off my mouth." She said.
"…"
"It's uncomfortable to breathe against this all day."
"…"
"…Please."
Zuko was caught off-guard by 'please'. "If you try anything…"
"I don't want to. I don't want to do anything."
Zuko carefully approached Azula, grabbing the mask.
Before removing it, he looked into her eyes from above.
She looked into his eyes from below.
They were devoid of life.
As arrogant as her tone and expression remained, her eyes told a different story.
Azula was emotionally defeated.
"There you go." He removed it and returned to his seat.
"Hah… Hah… This is much better… Thank you…" She openly enjoyed the act of breathing fresh air.
…
Azula silently stared at him, opening and closing her mouth.
Several times.
Eventually, she moved her gaze down. "…I'm not interested in being your enemy anymore, Fire Lord Zuko."
"…Just Zuko is fine."
"Zuko, then. I've changed. I had too much time to think…"
"And what did you realize?"
…
"…I resent Father."
"…"
"I gave everything for him… And *to* him. I pushed everyone around me to the point of being betrayed by every single one of them. I just wanted to be by his side… And, in the end, he betrayed me too."
"He named you as Fire Lord in his place-"
"HE WANTED ALL THE GLORY TO HIMSELF!" Azula snapped with popped eyes and veins; She quickly became aware of her outburst and forced herself to snap back down. "It was a lie. I knew it, and he knew it, but we both pretended it wasn't. He didn't want anyone stealing his glory, so he left me behind with a platitude once I was no longer useful. That's all it was. We were all pawns in Father's glory lust… I'm just like you."
Zuko looked down. "Yes, we were."
"I am not a pawn to you, am I, Zuko?"
"You're my sister."
"Yes… That's why I want to be by your side and help you. I don't want to be alone anymore…" Her eyes moistened up. "Back in Ember Island, when I had you, Ty Lee, and Mai… Those were the best moments of my life."
Zuko could not say anything, mesmerized by his sister's eyes.
He had only seen her cry once in his entire life: When she lost to him and Katara. Even then, it was a moment of unbelievably high stakes, justifying inner turmoil of that degree.
Right now, she was showing visible regret and sorrow in a simple conversation.
Had Azula changed?
"Zuko. I resent Father. I want to make up for my mistakes... But I don't expect you to trust me."
"Right."
"Still, I want you to know: You're my brother."
"What…?"
"I heard the rumors of the falsified letter. It doesn't matter what people say. You are my brother. I know that for a fact."
"The letter had the royal seal."
"I already said it doesn't matter. It's not true. We both know that, don't we, Zuko?"
Zuko's eyes moved down to Azula's feet again.
"…Our connection runs deeper than anyone knows. The type only a true brother and sister could have…" Azula continued.
Zuko's breathing accelerated.
"Zuko…" Azula smiled; Her eyes harbored heavy arrogance. "…Won't you please free my feet?"
"That's…" His eyes widened, focusing even harder on her feet.
"You know I won't do anything. I just want a little bit of room to move them. They hurt, restrained like this."
"…"
"…Don't you want my feet to be free…?" A tinge of sweetness coated her voice.
THROB…!
It was poison for Zuko, whose penis instantly pitched a tent inside his pants.
Azula looked directly at it; Something she had done many, many times before.
…Their brother-sister bond was far sicker than anyone could imagine…
"Don't try anything." Zuko kneeled in front of her to undo the belt buckling her ankles in place.
"Zuko."
"What?" He looked up at her.
She looked down at him with raw smugness and malice; The Azula he knew.
"…Take your time."
"H-hah… Y-yeah… I'll be slow to… To ensure I don't hurt your ankles."
"Yes… And if you subtly touch my feet or toes a little bit in the process, I wouldn't even notice."
THROB…!
"Though, even if you did it blatantly, it wouldn't be a problem, would it? It's just us here."
THROB…!
"…Fire Lord Zuko has free access to the ex-princess' nasty, smelly feet…"
"Th-there…!" Zuko finished freeing her feet and moved back.
But, he did not get up;
But, he did not look away from her feet;
But, his erection remained eager.
"Ah… it feels so good to finally be able to move my toes. They've kept me like this for days now…" Azula took her time stretching her toes and swaying her feet left and right, up and down.
Zuko watched her toes move with obsessive focus, almost drooling.
"Zuko… Does Mai know you're here?"
"Yes."
"Really? I'm disappointed." Azula spoke without sarcasm. "And here I thought we'd be able to have a secret moment of brother-sister bonding…"
THROB…!
"…Though, we still can, can't we? It's just us here."
THROB…!"
"My legs also hurt… Couldn't you free them too, Zuko?"
"That's a little much…"
"…That's a pity. I've been so lonely and abandoned here… I'd love to be able to feel like your sister once again."
"Feel like… My sister…?" He looked up at her.
"Mm-hmm…" She smirked wider, locking dominant eyes with him. "…And you could feel like my brother again."
…Hypnotism…
Zuko felt all self-control fade away, mesmerized by his sister's dominant gaze and swaying feet.
"Don't try anything…" He began freeing her legs.
"But isn't that exactly what you want?" Azula leaned forward to whisper in his ear as he unbuckled the belt on her thighs. "…Don't you want your nasty younger sister to 'try something'…?"
THROB…!
"That is why you really came here, isn't it?"
THROB…!
"Zuzu ♡."
THROB! THROB! THROB!
How quickly things changed once Azula's lower body was entirely freed.
"On your place, mutt!" She shot her foot up against his crotch, smashing his balls with the upper surface of her right foot.
Zuko knew exactly what his 'place' was: On his back, on the floor, far below Azula.
"Dear Zuzu is as hopelessly horny and perverted as ever, thirsting for his sister's attention." Azula taunted him as she got on her feet, standing tall in front of him with a foot hovering over his crotch. "Does Mai know?"
"H-hah…" Zuko could hardly speak, entranced by Azula's thick thighs; They had survived through weight loss with little loss to their meatiness.
"Does she? Does she know that you're a horny little mutt for your little sister's feet?"
"N-no…"
Azula smirked. "Of course she doesn't. That's our little secret, isn't it?" She pressed his bulge with the sole of her right foot, gently – but slightly painfully – massaging it.
THROB! THROB! THROB!
It felt infinitely more pleasurable than anything he had ever done with Mai.
"Zuzu spent his entire life obsessed with his little sister. It's not just my feet, is it, Zuko? You love everything about me. My body… And the fact I know how you like to be treated!" She frowned, gritting her teeth angrily; A vein formed on her forehead.
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
"You LOVE being stepped on like the disobedient, perverted little mutt you are!" She pressed harder on his bulge.
"Ooooh…!"
"Hmph." She calmed down, smiling. "Nobody but you and I know what we did in private after you returned to the Fire Nation. Everyone thought you took down the Avatar to restore your honor. Maybe even you thought that. But I always knew better. I always knew from the way you stared at me."
STROKE…! STROKE…! STROKE…!
"You wanted to spend time with your little sister, didn't you, Zuzu…? I had fun watching you pretend to hate me while you made excuses to spend time with me. All you wanted was this."
STROKE…! STROKE…! STROKE…!
"Mai never knew… Ty Lee never knew… Uncle Iroh never knew… Even Father never knew. But we knew, didn't we? The things we did behind closed doors when no one was looking ♡."
"H-hah… Azula…!"
"What? Do you want to complain? This is exactly why you came here today, isn't it? You don't care about checking in on me, nor do you care about hoping I could reassure your possession of royal blood – or even that I could give you advice on what to do. You're just a stressed little mutt desperate for relief. Here, let me give it to you." Azula grabbed the waistline of Zuko's pants with her toes.
He did not resist.
…He did not *want* to resist…
She pulled his pants all the way down to his feet, exposing his penis.
His nasty, sticky, precum-soaked hard penis.
…It oozed more precum in that single moment than it did the past three years with Mai…
"Look at it. There are whole ropes from your dick to your pants. You weren't horny for my attention… You were desperate!" Her smirk evolved into a full grin, hovering her right foot right above his dick.
A tease of what would never happen.
Not once did Azula ever touch his penis directly, finding it too dirty even for the sole of her feet.
Instead, what she did was…
HEAT…!
"Here you go… The heat massage you love so much." …Produce a thick layer of light heat to jerk him off without direct touch.
"Ooooooh…" Zuko's eyes rolled up for a split-second.
"How rough it must be for you to endure all that stress on your own. Mai can't give you this. That is how I know we're brother and sister. This is a bond by blood… Between a strong sister and her weak, depraved little brother ♡."
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Azula aggressively moved her foot along the length of his drenched penis, keeping it hovered in the air; The layer of heat jerked him instead of her direct skin, like a glove made of hot air. Azula was skilled enough to do such a thing danger-free.
At the same time, if she wanted to, she could burn his penis to a crisp at any moment, and he would never be able to react in time.
Azula had absolute power over his penis.
They both knew it as they looked into each other's eyes. He, pathetically from below; She, condescendingly from above.
Even with a straitjacket restraining her upper body, Azula was greater than him.
…Zuko burned with pleasure…
"After we returned from Ba Sing Se, how many nights did you come begging me for it? I remember thinking how pitiful you were, coming to your little sister for sexual relief instead of your girlfriend."
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
"You always asked me not to tell Mai, and I never did. Do you know why, Zuzu?"
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
"…Because you're my little mutt, and I had lots of fun playing with you too."
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
"Ooooooh…!"
"What are you?!" Azula shouted angrily.
"Your little mutt…!"
"Then why isn't your tongue hanging out when your owner is caressing you?!"
Zuko opened his mouth wide, hanging his tongue out.
SPIT!
"There's your reward for being a good mutt. Make sure to cherish it, for you will get no other today. Now cum already."
STROKESTROKESTROKESTROKESTROKE!!!
"Nghhhhhhhh!!!" Zuko's upper body crunched into a sitting position, spasming from the strong orgasm coursing through-
SLAM!
"Khhh?!" His head was slammed against the floor; A hot sole rested against his face.
"Don't get cocky. Stay in your place."
"Khhnnn…" Zuko was unable to respond, struggling with the frustrating feeling of a ruined orgasm. Azula moved her foot to his face right at the moment of release.
"Whose fault is it that you didn't get to cum properly?!"
"Mine…! I'm sorry…!"
"Then, apologize by licking!"
"H-hah… Shlrrrrrrrp…"
"There you go… Good mutt. You don't mind if it's a little smelly and sweaty, do you? It's stuffed inside the straitjacket. You've always enjoyed licking. I let you lick every part of my body so many times…"
"Shluuuurp…"
"Didn't you miss it when you joined the Avatar? Had you not done that, imagine how many more nights of delicious licking you would have gotten to enjoy, Zuzu ♡… Maybe you'd have gotten more than a fake handjob or a fake footjob."
"Shlrrrrrrrp…"
"But you were satisfied with just those, weren't you…? You're happy being a disgusting, insufficient mutt. That's why you could so easily cheat on Mai without a care in the world. Even now, you're cheating on her. You came all the way to a mental asylum just to cheat on her with your sister's feet."
"Shluuuuuuuuuuuuurp…"
Azula pulled her foot back; Its sole was covered in sticky, dripping drool.
"How was it? Did Fire Lord Zuko enjoy being put in his place…?" Azula taunted him with a cocky smile and head tilt.
"Hah… Hah… Hah…"
"Oh, that's right. It's just Zuko, isn't it?"
"Hah… Hah… Hah…"
"No…" Azula stood above his head with feet beside it, one on each side. "…It's just Zuzu."
Something dripped on Zuko's face.
Pussy juice, seeping through Azula's white panties.
She came hard from bullying him; Her legs quivered.
"Take them, Zuzu."
"What…?"
"Take my panties with you. I'd apologize for the smell, but we both know you like them with your sister's stench, don't we? You're a dirty little mutt, obsessed with your owner's scent…"
"…"
"What are you waiting for? Are you feeling guilty for what you just did?" Azula squatted down slowly, hovering her wet panties and soaked crotch one inch above his face.
…The heavy odor hypnotized him…
"You don't have to feel guilty, Zuzu…" Azula maintained her endlessly arrogant smile, looking down at him as she steadily rocked her hips in the air, simulating the act of grinding her pussy against his nose. "…It's not like Mai can give you what you need. You get it, don't you? That's why you're here."
"Hah… Hah… Hah…!"
"Being Fire Lord is a stressful job. Had I won, I would be unable to live without my mutt for stress relief either. It's our secret and no one has to know. I'm the only one who can give you this relief… Mai might have a tough exterior, but she's a submissive little girl by nature. Wouldn't it be good for you to get what you need elsewhere, so you can be the strong husband she needs…?"
"A-… Azula…"
"Hm…?"
"Don't tell her."
Her smile contorted itself crooked. "…I would never."
Zuko shamefully pulled Azula's panties down.
The moment her pussy came uncovered, an outpour of female juices rained on his face, previously squashed inside her hole.
Her twitching hole; The soft, hot, wet flesh that he licked many times in the past, commanded by her.
Azula enjoyed abusing him as much as he enjoyed being abused by her.
Their brother-sister bond was shameful.
"I missed you, Zuzu." …But only one of them felt any shame about it.
Zuko got up, holding the soaked, smelly panties without knowing what to do with them.
Azula calmly sat down in her wheelchair, letting female fluids run down her legs; To her, having her feet and legs freed was a luxury. "Zuzu, this was fun… I hope you'll come back again."
"I… I won't."
"I'm lonely. And I've changed. I don't care for Father anymore… All I want is to be with my older brother. Can't you tell?" She looked down at her own lower body, spreading her thighs wide for him to see.
…The drench and reek of female arousal…
"Please come back… Zuzu ♡."
Zuko gulped, turned around, and-
"One more thing."
"Wha- Oooh…" Zuko was caught off-guard by Azula rushing to his side and gripping his cock.
Directly.
With no heat barrier.
Not with her hands; Those remained in the straitjacket.
Instead, with her right kneepit. Azula used her incredible dexterity to raise her right leg in the air and very gently grip his small erection within her soft, warm, pussy juice-coated kneepit.
It was the first he ever felt her skin directly touching his penis. Better yet: Her pussy juices.
Even better yet: The leftover semen on his penis touched her skin as well.
Zuko was paralyzed under the emotional euphoria of the moment.
"Could you put in a good word for me?"
"What do you mean-"
SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH…
"Ooh…" Zuko quivered as Azula lightly kneepit-stroked his cum-soaked penis.
"I was a little violent and rebellious a few months ago while getting my hair cut, so they quit doing it. Since I've changed, won't you tell them to give me another chance?"
"I don't know if that's-"
SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH…
"Nghh…"
"I want to look pretty for the next time you visit me… Zuzu ♡."
Zuko did not have the mental fortitude to say no with his penis embraced by Azula's warm, soft skin.
Though, even if he had the power, did he have the *want* to say no?
'…Azula wants to look beautiful for me…? Ah… No way… Azula… Always lies… Nghh…'
SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH…
"Nghhh… Azula…!"
"Ah, I understand… My mutt is about to pour his second load. Does Mai know how much you like to cum…? Or does she think you're a loser with a defective penis that can barely get hard…?"
SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…!
"Mngh…! Wh-… What are you doing…?" Zuko did not understand what was happening.
Why did Azula not stop jerking him?
Would she really-
She locked eyes with him.
"Go ahead, Zuzu. Let it all out. It's safe for your tiny penis inside your sister's sweaty and musky kneepit." Azula intended to stroke him to completion and let him release directly on her skin.
"Oooooooh…!" Zuko put a hand on the wall to avoid tumbling over from the INTENSE pleasure.
It felt like his cum-pumping penis would burn from ecstasy. Not only was he receiving direct penis touch from Azula for the first time in his life, but he was also being allowed to enjoy it while pumping semen directly against her skin. Her kneepit tightly jerked him as semen splurged out, resulting in wet squishing echoing in the small room.
SQUELCH… SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…
"Good mutt, good mutt… I'm happy to know that Fire Lord Zuzu is having such a good time with my kneepit. If you come back, you could have all sorts of other good times…" Azula let go of his penis; Semen ran down her right calf.
"Hah… Hah…" Zuko panted as he supported himself against the wall.
As he recovered, one thing intrigued him: Azula did not use the moment of orgasm to persuade him into accepting her request.
If she had, he would have conceded without a doubt.
She must have known that. Moreover, Zuko was the type of man who kept his word.
Yet, she did not do it.
"Don't go leaving before restraining my lower body and covering my mouth again. I don't want to get in trouble." Azula's voice reeked of sarcasm. She sat back on the wheelchair, spreading her legs wide for him to admire her pink, soaked pussy; Fluids ran down her legs.
"I need to clean you up first-"
"Don't. Leave my legs wet like this. Especially my kneepit."
"What…?"
"…So I have something to remember my dear brother by until he comes back again ♡."
"…"
Zuko restrained Azula's lower body again and put the metal mask back over her mouth.
His semen remained under her right kneepit, now sticky against the full-body straitjacket's insides; A memento of the sick interaction that just took place.
Zuko, too, kept a memento: The wet panties in his pocket.
"Zuzu." Azula called out before he left.
"What…?"
"If you do come back, you need to bring something to me."
There it was.
Zuko expected some sort of trickery-
"My panties covered in your cum. So I know you thought of me as much I'll be thinking of you."