Chapter 8: Avatar: The Last Airbender - Azula x Soulmate Reader
Summary: Having sex with a royal like Azula was interesting. She dominated and took control as you thought she would. But after that first round, Azula might as well call herself a cock-hungry whore. She became thirsty and submissive, and you railed her royal cunt to the point where she had to beg for it. You had no complaints obliging her.
Themes: Aged Up (Azula is 19), Loving Sex, Soulmate, Sub & Dom Switch, Deepthroat, Doggy Style
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Azula. Former Fire Lord. Princess of the Fire Nation. Leader of the ominous Fire Warriors. The greatest Fire Bending prodigy history had ever seen.
Her past was one of tragedy and isolation. Regarded as a monster by her mother, a tool by her father, insane by her uncle. Defeated and broken after Sozin's Comet – after the end of The Hundred Year War – she wound up in a mental health facility on an isolated island near the Fire Nation capital. Her brother, Fire Lord Zuko, believed there was hope. He believed she could break from their father – from the cruel, prideful, and power hungry blood running through their veins – just as he did.
The succeeding Fire Lord was half-correct in his judgement. In a journey where she worked with the Avatar and her brother, where she reunited with her mother, Azula learned something. She had initially deceived her brother and the Avatar, and intended to use them to find and kill her mother. She was going to get rid of every single person conspiring with her mother. She was going to rid herself of those visions once and for all.
She didn't.
She was going to usurp her brother. Take the throne. Take what was supposed to be hers.
In the end, she didn't.
She ran from her brother and her mother, and met someone.
You.
Her partner. Her destiny, as she liked to occasionally call you.
Azula changed. She became less unhinged, less unstable. Gone was the Azula with the distorted sense of reality. The Azula who cared only for herself, for her family's privilege, for power. The erratic maniac. The woman always trying to get more to fill what she lacked and never being satisfied.
Well, right now, she was certainly getting filled and satisfied.
"Ah! Ah! Ah~! Mmm~! That's right! That's it!"
The two of you were situated on a bed surrounded by highly lit candles, in a room where there was supposed to be darkness. It was a personal request from Azula. The village resort you were in was a lavish recreational center on the Su Oku River. The highly-regarded establishment catered to their customers to the most miniscule detail and that included this ritualistic setting.
"Ahh~!"
Azula was straddled atop of you, your cock embedded deep inside her. Lying on your back, you gazed upon her sly, sultry expression. It was a view you alone were privy to. The way her eyes lidded with each jolt of pleasure. How her cheeks turned as red as a rose when things got intense.
"Mmm…" Smirking, she looked down on you, watching as your chest rose and fell. She licked her swollen red lips. Azula's hair was disheveled but not enough to break from its signature look. Besides some bristles in a few areas, her long locks still hung past her chin, held up by a red hair tie. She appeared hungry and animalistic, like a predator ready to gobble its prey.
"You look beautiful underneath me."
Azula was absolutely infatuated with you. She needed you like you were an essential part of life.
"Tell me how badly you want it." She leaned down, clitoris rubbing against your pelvis. You shuddered. Immediately, she slowed her tempo. "Tell me," she growled.
"Badly. Really, really badly."
"Mm. Good job. You make me proud." Azula couldn't seem to hold herself back and started riding you like her life depended on it. She slammed her hips up and down, taking the entirety of your cock over and over again. As much as she wanted to hold back, she couldn't. A sloppy, degenerate grin spread across her lips.
A skilled tactician, master manipulator, brilliant fighter, Azula was a shrewd woman in every regard. In all her madness, she carried a rare dash of skill very few women had. She didn't just move her hips, she controlled them. Rolling them to give your cock the opportunity to wiggle in her insides. Stopping abruptly and waiting for you to relax, only to go back to mind-numbing bounces.
She was good and she knew it.
You wished you could latch onto her tits or hold her hips. Gain a portion of control–participate and thrust in tandem. But no, this was Azula. Unless explicitly permitted, such an action was not allowed. She was the rider here and you were the horse. Your opinion didn't matter. No matter how fantastic her tits were, you had to keep your hands by your side.
"Fuck! You're doing amazing! Hah! Hah! Haah!" Azula was losing control, her breathing picking up fast. Her insides coiled around your length. She was exceptionally warm, and prone to orgamsing quickly and in a flash. She could keep going, even as her mind underwent a seismic climax.
"Good! This is good! This is exactly what I want!" Azula had racked up her seventh orgasm now. She squeezed you mercilessly, desperate to wring you of a big load. Any normal man would have succumbed long ago but you held on.
She placed a hand on your chest, stopping herself for a brief moment. "Are you close?" she asked in between gasps.
"I am–"
Azula went wild. Losing any semblance of her previous control and skill, her juicy ass started slapping onto you with meaty claps. The gentle fires turned blue.
"Look at me when you cum!" She grabbed you by the cheek and pulled you in close. She scanned every inch of your face, every twist of your features as you came closer and closer to climax. "Look. At. Me!"
You groaned. You shot your load, your fingers twitching by your side as you fought the urge to hold her sides and thrust into her as hard as you fucking could. With each throb, you sent out a long, thick creamy mound of cum. You kept going and going and going until you filled her to the brim.
Azula arched her back, rendered speechless. She clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling an undignified moan. But you could see the wide, unhinged smile behind it. The tiny trail of saliva leaking through.
Your balls clenched tightly as you managed to spurt out another fresh batch of spunk. They were just as potent as your first couple ropes of cum, perhaps moreso. It was like a second wave. Nothing could stop you.
Azula could feel it. She arched her back even more, her head pointing to the ceiling. Unbridled pleasure overtook her, as well as a lush grin, and she closed her eyes. Her body shook. Her mind went blank. She tried to take it in.
This time, the orgasm was too long and too intense.
"Gah!"
Azula went limp and she fell on top of you. Feeling her boobs, her soft pounds and hard nipples, you sighed. Several more tremors went through her body, your final shots of cum matching each. There were by no means weak shots either. Simply feeling her breasts gave your balls another dose of life. A third wave. You came like a motherfucker.
Like all things, however, you stopped. You softened and adjusted yourself in order to plop out of her tight snatch. Your white creamy essence seeped out of her in thick, copious amounts. Azula could feel herself getting emptier by the second.
Two minutes passed and plenty of cum flowed out. She was conscious, evident by her fluttering eyes. She twitched and moaned and groaned, wanting to break from this pathetic state.
She did, eventually. If Azula was one thing, it was resilient. Nothing could keep her down for long.
"Ugh…can't believe I couldn't keep my head in the game." She lightly slammed her forehead against your shoulder. "Damn it!"
"It's not a big deal," you said, raising a hand and stroking her hair. She stiffened but did not object. "Good girl."
"Ha! Are we already starting with your turn?"
"Do you want to?"
"More than anything," she replied, raising her head and curving her lips into an unusually soft smile. "More than anything."
Your sex life with Azula was quite interesting. On one hand, it was intense. On the other, it was inclusive. You started with Azula being the dominant one. Very rarely did you ever not start that way. Azula's issues ran deep and needing control during sex was one of the ways they manifested.
But then there was the second part. The true high point of your sessions. Azula desired control at some point, yes, but that did not mean she needed it all the time.
She pushed herself off you and turned around, shoving her toned rump in your face. Her hot breath tickled your drained member.
"Greetings, My Lord."
Azula was relinquishing control. You couldn't see it but you could feel the submissive side of her surfacing.
It would take a miracle to revive your spent cock. After what you did, after your lengthy, potent creampie, few men would be able to recover. Exhaustion seeped into your legs.
You were lucky. Azula excelled in making miracles happen.
Her hands clasped your weak member, slick with her juices and your own essence. She went slow, one hand pumping your cock while the other massaged your balls. Scooping them up, nails lightly scratching your sack.
While she was busy, you grabbed a pillow by the side and slid under your head. It gave you a better view of her ass, of course, and a more comfortable one at that. You were tempted to stick your finger inside her open snatch, especially given how your cum was still dripping. You didn't particularly care about the cold sensation falling on your neck, however.
What you did care about was Azula taking you into your mouth.
Her tongue lolled your shaft and fiddled with your urethra. Seemingly cleaning you and pleasuring you at the same time, it was heavenly.
"Good girl." You were tempted to stick your fingers in her exposed opening. You didn't. Instead, you slapped her left check and repeated, "Good girl."
She responded by enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down. Your erection started to return, heat rushing down. Her hips wagged left and right.
Being a princess and a prodigy, she was skilled in the art of pleasing men. Although her experience was limited to textbooks, she took to servicing your cock like a professional. She sucked you off with force comparable to an Air Bender, saliva running down her chin. The sensation was overwhelming enough to make you want to buck your hips up into her throat.
You didn't. You needed to see her face first.
"Stop," you groaned out. The wave of pleasure promptly stopped.
"Did I do something wrong?" Azula asked, panicking like a little child.
"Turn and face me."
Azula was anxious. She didn't have a reason to be, it was just play. Still, that tiny part of her that truly feared to disappoint those closest to her manifested.
Her lips were red, swollen, drenched, and trembling. Her breathing was slightly irregular. She looked down on you, hand on your chest.
"W-what?" Irritation leaked through. But you knew better. So you leaned up and kissed her.
She blinked, utterly caught off guard.
You pulled back. "A reward," you explained before delving into another deep kiss.
Azula was still in one moment and responsive in the next. You were in control, you were the dominating one, and you pushed, your lips tasting her. She was something like burnt cinnamon, and unexpectedly soft. Azula was a flawless, natural beauty for a reason.
The kiss wasn't too long. You kept going until you needed to catch some air. Breaking apart, strings of saliva connected you. Azula's arms and legs were folded around you. Clinging to you. Wanting you. Her eyes were misty with love.
Your cock rubbed between her ass cheeks. You really, really wanted to be inside her again. But you knew she did as well. To properly dominate her, you needed patience.
"Get off and suck me off. On your knees. Now."
You rose to your feet while she scrambled to get off and go on your knees. Your cock loomed over her menacingly.
"Ah…so perfect," she murmured.
Your cock rose and pulsated at the praise. Azula breathed heavily. Regardless of size, you were sure the princess would treat your manhood like a god. Two inches or eight inches, it didn't matter. In Azula's view, it was as big and perfect as it needed to be.
She parted your lips and took you in. You put a hand on her hair, balancing yourself whilst maintaining a tight hold on her. Her tongue swirled your glans. At first, you didn't mind. You enjoyed being engulfed in a wet heat. But you needed something better, something tighter.
Azula was making direct eye contact with you. She appeared so innocent, so at peace that it was hard to believe she was once a pyromaniac bent on killing her brother and her nation. Now she was perfectly content sucking on your dick. Eager to please you. Eager to get praised by you. Her dark gold eyes shimmered.
"Don't make any noise until I tell you that you can." And you proceeded to shove the entirety of your cock into her throat. She gagged and made a face, eyes pointing downward.
Your hand gripped the back of her head as you forced your cock up and down her throat. It was tight. It was amazing.
"Do you expect me to do all the work?" You asked. Azula shook her head, eyes watering and traces of ruined make-up forming, and did as she was told. She went to and fro, unveiling your cock repeatedly, freeing it and serving it.
Her nose pressed against your pelvis, pausing for just a brief moment. From an outside perspective, it was a blip.
But you noticed.
"Did I say you could stop?"
–and face-fucked her hard.
As your balls slapped her chin again, her throat clenching your girthy, you smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Can't breathe?"
A bunch of unintelligible noise came from her. You sighed, feeling the familiar pressure of an orgasm arriving.
"I'm almost there. Be sure to swallow it all."
With the way you spoke, the flat intones in your words, Azula likely expected it to happen in another minute or two. You weren't displaying the usual signs of a climax. A purposeful deception on your end. Controlling your hips, your speech, your shivers, you managed to catch Azula off guard and fill her with a sudden dump of your load.
She wasn't ready. You throbbed and throbbed, and perhaps she got a split-second inkling, but it was too much. She tried to stay true to your command but cum and saliva leaked anyway.
You made a disappointed face. Her eyes widened and you could feel her trying harder. Every shot you let out was met with an equally rigorous swallow.
"Stop," you said as your climax came to a close. You spilled a few more wads, which she obediently did not drink, and dragged your cock from her. A single rope of cum slung out, smearing the princess from her forehead to eye down to her mouth. Dripping, slightly transparent, and evidently the end of your climax.
"Open."
Head tilting up at you, she opened her mouth. Her tongue was glazed with your creamy white seed, as was every other inch in the inside of her mouth.
"Swallow."
The infamous Azula gulped it all down. The view, the sounds, the power, it was all so enticing and hot that you remained as hard as a rock. You felt energy surge through you.
You leaned down, wiped the semen off her eye with your thumb, and cupped her cheek. She mewled into your touch. With your other hand, you reached back and pulled her hair band off, undoing her top-knot and freeing her hair. It went down her shoulder, hovering mid-back. Flowing, as black as the night, and well-kept.
That was Azula for you. She strived for perfection, whether it be in skill or appearances.
It was time. With a look, Azula nodded and went on all fours. Arching her back and raising her booty high, she tempted you lusciously. You gripped a handful of her ass, toned yet springy, wobbling as you gave it a mean slap.
It wasn't like Azula had a massive ass but she did have some amazing, delectable curves. Womanly but not whorish.
You lined yourself up, stopping before her sopping wet entrance. Your bulbous head teased her as you grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Leaning forward into her ear, her body shuddering, you whispered, "I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
Her throat made a sound. Her skin felt hotter. "I understand–"
You pulled harder, her neck snapping back. "Wanna say that again?"
Eyes rolled back, golden pupils staring back at you, a feral, unresisting grin formed. "Yes, My Lord! I understand! I want you! I want your cock! Your cock! Please! I beg you!"
You entered, satisfied. Her body responded immediately, tightening up around whilst shaking uncontrollably. Holding her long hair like the reigns of a horse, you started fucking her. Your pace was timid at first, wanting to hear each individual moan coming from her mouth.
"Yes! Yes! There! That's it! Unh~! Unhhh~! My Lord! My Lord!"
The praise flooded out. Your cock slammed into her innermost parts without much issue, without always causing a strong, slutty reaction. Each time you tugged her hair, your hips rocked her ass. A fearsome amount of momentum and arousal was built everytime you did it, and Azula came closer to a much needed orgasm.
"I'm there! I'm almost there!"
"Good." Smirking, you released her royal mane and held onto her booty. As soon as your fingers sunk into the pleasant flesh, Azula knew. She knew you had gone easy. She knew this was the real start.
She realized too late, however.
The moment she underwent an orgasm, your cock and hips and demeanour turned primal. Fierce, unrestrained thrusts going deeper than ever before. You might as well have discovered a new nation with how deep and firm and wet everything was.
"Oh Lorrrrrd~!" Her arms went limp, her body going down. The strong arch of her figure allowed her pussy and ass to stay high up for your personal use. Not that she complained. You spread her so well, you fucked her so good, she would have it no other way.
Azula blasted through climaxes like crazy. Two, four, seven, twelve, twenty. In a span of twenty minutes, Azula experienced more pleasure than most women had in their entire lives, all caused by your cock which refused to stop moving and fucking.
"Fuuuuuck!"
Like a bender losing their powers, you stopped. You swung a hand back and laid a smack on her booty mean enough to humble the strongest man.
"Excuse me?" You asked judgmentally. Her cunt clenched your girth.
Out of breath, half conscious and half delirious, she said, "I…ah…I'm sorry–"
"Beg."
"I–"
"That wasn't a suggestion."
You drew yourself out of her snatch, which was dripping like honey. You peered down at her. She was a disaster. Her arms were spread out in front of her, face buried in the mattress, yet you could see her tongue slung down on her lips, drool coming from all sides, tears melting her make-up and lipstick. No one would believe this was the Azula that had once brought the Earth Nation to its knees. Yet here she was under you, defeated and broken and wanting.
"P-please…" The once proud Azula panted needily. "...please…cock…I need…I need…I beg…cock…"
Although wet from base to tip from Azula's essence, the sheer heat radiating from your throbbing cock felt like it was going to melt it all off. You gripped your shaft, pumped a couple times, then entered Azula's needy cunt again. Her back curved and her insides went in knots as you returned to her core.
"Thank you!" Azula shrieked, grinning. There it was, that insanity. It was creeping back in response to your perfect cock. "Thank you! Thankyouthankyou!"
Ruthlessly, without reserving an inch, you fucked her. Doggy style was her favourite and she relished the constant clapping and the dominance on your end. You groaned, enjoying the immense softness of her pussy. She was Azula, of course it was amazing, you thought. So far, she managed to keep her booty – her figure's beautiful arch – up for you to fuck. But her body soon joined her mind and broke, falling to the mattress softly.
There was a short pause as you adjusted. Azula panted heavily, hopelessly, giving the room of candles something to listen to. You put your knuckles to the side and finally began fucking her vigorously.
Azula couldn't speak. You were going balls-deep every time, the new position granting you a new, dangerously pleasurable angle. Your pelvis pressed and fit the shape of her rear like a jigsaw puzzle, perfect in every way. You hammered her like she was a cock sheathe, like it was practice for you. You went harder, faster, deeper.
Azula couldn't finish moaning every time you reached in. It was incessant and rapid and too, too much.
Eventually, the pressure of climax came. While Azula was busy recovering from the two front assault, your pistoning cock and her body's inability to stop orgasming, you decided to give her one more thing to take.
"I'm cumming!"
Your announcement came too late. Your cock was already throbbing before you said anything. You shot out a dozen thick strings of cum in record time, and you groaned and pushed yourself till the hilt. Azula was half-conscious at this point but the new wet sensation entering her womb gave her an awakening. A long, muffled moan left her, her fingers digging into the mattress.
"Mmmph~! Nnnngh~!"
When you were done cumming, so was she. Pulling out was quite the difficult affair due to how tight her pussy was. It was like it missed you. The past hour meant so much to her cunt that it clung on to you.
A white, thick essence spilled out of her – gradual at first, then coming out like a waterfall. There was simply too much of it and she couldn't contain it. Azula's body twitched and moaned in its fucked state. Her hair, once flowing and pristine, was raggedy and thoroughly used. You wiped the sweat off your forehead.
"Azula?" You called out. Nothing. There wasn't a glint of recognition in her eyes, only immeasurable pleasure.
Damn it.
You thought about going for another round when she woke up. With all her training, she was practically built to have sex. Two, three, four rounds wouldn't be a problem; she could take it, right? The female Fire Bender was too sexy and athletic to not fuck.
Azula stirred. Nice, you thought. Your dong was already responding, rushing with arousal and excitement. There was no way you were stopping now, not until your balls were dried to the bone. This was fucking Azula. If you didn't give it everything you had every night, then what the fuck were you doing? Azula was the rarest fish in the sea with a pussy so tight, royal, and batshit crazy that fucking it was a kind of bending on its own. And honestly? That was what it meant to be her soulmate.
The night went by with lots of sex, blowjobs, and creampies. The candles melted to the very last piece of wax and as you claimed Azula was unable to walk the next week.
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