Azula's New Concubines

Azula groaned as her concubine fell face-first into the floor. The excess cum gushed out of the servant's cunt as she hit the ground. It was enough to impregnate a dozen princesses from the neighboring nations and realms, but Azula was not yet pleased. Her cock was not pleased.

"Pathetic," she glared at the bloated concubine as she stroked her trunk-like penis. She could feel her balls producing more of her potent seed, a side effect of her carelessness at the last Waifu Olympics.

Just thinking about the event angered her. Losing by five points to a goody-two-shoes princess was so humiliating it made her cum boil. She needed to break another bitch if she wanted to feel better. "Call the rest of the concubines!" She snapped with authority and a tinge of urgency, while still pumping her cock.

"Lady Azula," the timid servant struggled to speak. Her petite frame was like that of a mouse. "All the courtesans are still recovering from spending the night with you, I'm afraid…" she trailed off, fearful of the princess' wrath.

"Does the Fire Nation not have the best prostitutes in the four kingdoms? Find me a good whore immediately!" Azula stomped the floor, a blue flame fizzing out for a brief second under it. Her luscious and oversexualized body shook with it.

"Ma'am, you have gone through all of them in the last couple of weeks. Most of the women in the nation are expecting a child from you," the servant squealed in a panic. She was thankful her flat body didn't make her a target, but she knew Azula could claim her tonight if she so desired. Part of her wanted that after looking at the thick slab of meat between the princess' legs, but she couldn't bear to admit that as part of her duty.

"Then bring someone from outside!" The princess shouted, feeling her cum bubbling inside her balls. She needed to release her seed soon. "And bring me my toys in the meantime!" She ordered with a more desperate tone.

The servant quickly nodded and headed for the cabinet where Lady Azula's instruments were. The huge onahole was probably not going to fit her anymore but she at least would appreciate the 35cm dildo, right?

Azula's request was quite ingenious. There was no doubt she was prime royal material. If one couldn't find a resource in their homeland, then why not ask the others? Trade was instrumental to every civilization after all.

The frail servant knocked on the princess's door, eager to complete her task. "Lady Azula, we finally got some concubines for you," she said through the door.

A grunt came from the other side. "Come in!" Azula said with a strained voice.

The servant opened the door and gasped at the sight. The room was coated in cum from top to bottom. White seed adorned every corner of the spacious chamber. The musk was enough to make the poor girl pregnant. Just how much did Azula cum in the brief time she was gone?

The princess, however, was unbothered by the state of the room. She didn't mind it considering how much she was producing and her recent spike in libido. She was using the ill-fitting onahole and masturbating away. Her moans resembled harsh grunts, as she tried to fuck the small toy away. "Cum already…" she angrily whispered to her titanic cock as she rubbed the onahole back and forth against it.

A sharp, passionate groan signaled her orgasm. A torrent of white, virile sperm shot out of the small onahole, unable to keep the huge volume inside. Azula came for 30 seconds, her seed pooling in her bed and floor.

The servant struggled to keep her mind straight looking at the lewd and exaggerated display. She rubbed her legs together in an effort to stay strong.

Azula, on her part, threw the inferior onahole to the floor, landing on yet another pool of sticky cum. She hurriedly walked towards the maid with her usual face of superiority. Her beach-ball-like tits swung up and down and side to side while her bowling ball testes hung low by her knees. Her figure was that of excess, but she didn't care one single bit. The only thing in her mind was a need for relief. "Where are they?" She barked like usual.

"Some of them were prisoners we bought from neighboring realms, so they are in the dungeon," the small maid explained, trying not to stare directly at the throbbing member in front of her eyes. "The guards should have them prepared, in a few minutes within their cells."

"Fine," Azula clicked her tongue in frustration. She would need to prepare and head to the cells, instead of having the whores delivered to her room. But it was fine. A small price to pay for more wombs to impregnate. "I'll prepare and head down right away," she turned around to find her clothes among the musk of her own semen.

"Um, milady?" The servant's voice trembled.

"What?" Azula almost incinerated her on the spot.

"You have… uh… sperm on your hair."

Azula turned to her mirror (which was ⅓ covered in cum) and saw her messy hair had crusts of dried-off cum in it. She once again clicked her tongue. "Thank you, I'll take care of it."

The fire princess always found it odd that the royal palace had a dungeon underneath it, but she was grateful for it tonight. Having it close meant not wasting time traveling to the prison and returning home. She could just fuck the whores in the dungeon and return to her room. No need to complicate it further.

She walked down the stairs, her tits bouncing and clapping with every step. Her armor had to be slightly modified in order to fit her new assets. The front was removed in order to allow Azula to fit her cleavage, while her pants were made a couple of sizes larger in order to fit her door-bursting hips and humongous balls, not to mention her thick, hungry, cock. She could feel her cock grow with every step, needy for a pussy to break. The heiress tried to keep a stoic and sober face, but her lust was reaching a boiling point.

"This way, milady," a guard with a similar armor to Azula guided her, a noticeable baby bump on her belly. The firebender prodigy didn't recognize her at all, but she assumed she had fucked her a few months ago.

The dark catacombs made for a good dungeon but a bad location for sex. The lack of light made it hard to appreciate anything, but intercourse wasn't their original purpose so Azula gave them a pass.

After a couple minutes of walking in the darkness, the guard stopped in front of three metal doors. "There is one prisoner inside each of the cells," she explained nonchalantly. "In here is uhh…" she approached the first door on the left, "Courtney, a thief and member from a shady organization near the Hoenn realm," she read from a paper, which Azula assumed was some sort of transcript of transfer.

She moved onto the next door, "Here is Tatsumaki. She claims to be a hero but they found her drunk near the realm borders. Since she has no identification and no one knew her, she was taken into custody but then she attacked some guards, which sent her directly into jail. Reports order to be careful around her," Azula nodded. What a bunch of gibberish. She just wanted a concubine, not actual criminals.

"And on the last cell we have 'Darkness', a knight who was found in the Earth kingdom engaging in several acts of indecent exposure and public indecency," she read with a laugh. It was comical how the crimes shifted between the three prisoners.

Azula, on the other hand, recognized the name and behavior almost instantly. Was the world really that small? Darkness, the slut and comic relief of the waifu olympics, here in her jail?

The firebender didn't really think Darkness was worth the effort ever since they met in the tournament, but her cock was desperate for release, so she was willing to make a sacrifice. She also remembered her oversexualized figure, something she hungered for at the moment. Hell, she could almost hear the pervert paladin moaning and panting already. "Open the third cell," she ordered nonchalantly.

The door was opened with a harrowing screech. The cell was dim and unkept, perfect to make the prisoners lose their minds. A particular smell permeated the room, waking Azula's balls into a frenzied production. The princess' eyes shot open when she realized what it was: Darkness was ovulating. It was as if her senses were telling her to immediately claim her.

Azula entered the room and saw the pervert knight chained up by her arms and legs and with a blindfold on. Her extremely tight black body-suit enhanced her already gigantic figure, with rips and tears permeating the suit. Her gigantic udders, almost the size of barrel kegs, hung with a plump perkiness despite their size, topped with visible nipples the size of light bulbs. Her hips were almost as enormous, giving her a nice hourglass figure. She was like the perfect breeding sow for Azula.

"Who is that?" Darkness' voice trembled. It wasn't out of worry, but out of anticipation. "Oh gods, maybe a guard came in to ravage me and take advantage of their position over me," she ranted, her fantasies deteriorating her mind further. She rubbed her legs together, the plump flesh of her thighs rubbing her quivering pussy.

Azula advanced without saying a word. Why ruin the fun and announce herself? She would enjoy her toy better if Darkness wasn't expecting her. She got behind her and traced her hands over the prisoner's tits, extending her fingers in order to cover the most ground. She smiled in anticipation.

Darkness kept panting and begging to be used in a series of disgusting ways. Azula had heard this before in the olympics, but now it was exhilarating, giving her new, creative ways to sexually torture her new slave. The thought, her need, and Darkness oversexualized body made her cock splurt a thick wad of precum.

The degenerate prisoner sniffed excitedly. "Cum…" she whispered in a needy voice. "Semen! Someone is here to fuck me! Oh, I need that so badly! Please ruin me!" Darkness squealed as she squirmed in an effort to attract a mate.

She didn't have to try hard. Azula needed this as much as the perverted paladin. Her nails dug into the fabric of Darkness' bodysuit, tearing a whole open for her tits to be freely groped. The gargantuan udders bounced free, droplets of milk visible atop the thick nipples. The crusader moaned loudly in anticipation of what was going to be done to her.

Azula fervently played with the tits, fondling them like a kid with a new toy. It shouldn't feel this good to be playing with her , she told herself, but was unable to contain the growing cock between her legs. She's prime breeding material though… she smiled smugly, taking pleasure in playing with her. She had missed the feeling of fresh breast milk between her fingers as she played with her stock's tits.

Darkness' begging continued, becoming more and more unhinged as her body grew hotter from the pleasure. Her breast milk trickled as if someone slightly opened a faucet, damping her further into her own juices. She could feel her womb begging her to make a baby, and she wasn't going to deny her body what it needed . "Breed me please!"

That message arrived instantly at Azula's mind. Her cock twitched in response and her balls tensed, eager to obey the orders of their victim. Her log-like cock grew even further, standing almost at the same height of her owner (though it could be argued the cock controlled Azula instead). She could feel her cum rushing to the tip in order to fulfill their mission and fill Darkness with children. She couldn't help but let a groan-like moan as her erection grew.

Darkness was loving this. She could feel her massive, sensitive mammaries be assaulted in a way acceptable only for sex. "Yes, please use my depraved body for your pleasure!" She moaned as her tits continued to be assaulted. It was then that she felt a massive weight on her back. Something huge, throbbing and hungry for her. "COCK! Give it to me please! I need it so badly, please knock me up with it! She begged in her typical Darkness manner.

Azula smirked. Perhaps it wasn't a massive conquest or domination, nor a breaking of mind and will, but something about having a bitch like Darkness beg to her without any shred of shame was… strangely pleasing. No whore had begged to her as enthusiastically as the paladin in front of her did. It was almost refreshing. She could get used to this. But she wouldn't give in so easily.

Azula stopped playing with her prisoners' tits, earning some begging to continue from Darkness, as she walked to stand in front of her. The crusader was blindfolded, so she wouldn't have any idea where her groper went.

The fire nation princess looked at the whore in front of her. Sweat ran down a nearly perfect face, it was almost a shame how depraved the girl was. She would have made a great trophy wife for princes and politicians. Her lips were particularly striking, standing between bimbo cockpillows and flat flaps, giving her a subtle hint of experience. Azula would still absolutely fuck them no matter what. Her body was quite seductive too, making her prime livestock no matter what. The effects of the waifu olympics had only increased that a much obvious reality, with huge tits full of milk and perfect birthing hips.

"Please give me cock, I need i-" Darkness was interrupted by something entering her mouth.

Another pair of lips met hers, pushing her into a passionate and lustful kiss with her captor. Darkness shook with excitement as that thought crossed her mind, her legs completely drenched in her own juices.

Azula was only continuing in foreplay. She could absolutely fuck the brains out of this bitch, but that wouldn't be fun. I will absolutely make her mine , she mused as she kissed the blonde whore. She thrusted her tongue and wrapped it all around Darkness' mouth just to excite her even further. Her erect cock slapped itself between the prisoner's huge, indecent breasts, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

The movement of the kiss made an indirect titfuck that both women appreciated, pushing them closer to a climax. Azula loved the texture of Darkness' sloshing tits, feeling the soft and supple flesh but also enjoying the overflowing liquid inside. Darkness, for her part, could only think of being fucked until next Thursday. She loved the feeling of the log fucking her udders, but she needed it inside herself now .

The princess of the fire nation gave her captive one last slithery kiss before taking a step back. The blonde slut was red, hot, bothered and in a massive need to be fucked. I love when they look like this , Azula smirked. She retrieved her cock and walked again behind Darkness. She adjusted something in the chains tied to her prisoners' arms, which made her drop forwards in a ninety degree angle.

The reason was obvious. Azula was done with foreplay. She was going to finally release her pent-up cum inside Darkness. She was going to breed her.

The slut at first yelped when failing forward, surprised at the sudden drop, with her giant tits almost touching the ground and bouncing uncontrollably. Enthusiasm quickly returned to her after realizing her position. "Yes! Fuck me! Impregnate me! Use me!" She begged, as usual.

Azula was happy to oblige. She grabbed her gargantuan cock with both of her hands and lined it up with Darkness' thirsty pussy. She admired the hole for a second, enjoying the look of the puffy lips and imagined how loose it was. Usually that'd be a problem, but after her growth Azula found out her massive cock was nigh impossible to use on virgin pussies, so she developed a preference. After all, what was loose for men and other futanari was just the right fit for her. A loud gurgle from her balls told the prideful princess to hurry up.

Not wanting to keep her body waiting, Azula slowly thrusted her massive cock inside Darkness' pussy, groaning in bliss. Meanwhile, the steady insertion earned a slow, passionate moan from the blonde slut. The firebender could feel all the creases around her penis. It felt amazing.

Feeling excited to release her load, Azula quickened her peace, slamming her bitch breaker into Darkness' womb at once, making both women coo in lust. Her strong hands reached over and grabbed the tits of her partner, groping them in an effort to excite both of them further.

"You are mine," Azula finally spoke, overtaken by sadistic lust.

"Yes!" Darkness squealed, not caring one single bit about who was fucking her or what she replied to. She just needed to get fucked.

Azula thrusted as if there was no tomorrow. She knew Darkness was a masochist after meeting her at the olympics, so she knew she could go all out without problem. What was the blonde bitch going to do about it? Ask her to stop?

The dominating futa felt her balls clench for a second, hinting at how quickly she was to cumming. The cum veins around her cock twitched as her cargo passed through. She kept thrusting like a piston, feeling the need to breed the bitch and obeying her carnal desires.

"Yes!" She shouted, reaching her long awaited orgasm. After so many days without fucking, she had almost forgotten how good it felt to cum inside a whore. She leaned forward in an effort to rest her legs as her balls released their load. She took comfort in Darkness' plump body, still kneading the tits of the prisoner.

Darkness cooed as she felt Azula's hot semen inside her womb. Her desire to be bred had officially been answered. She knew that she'd bear the kids of the person fucking her, which made her orgasm ten times stronger. She felt her body shake as she came, her pussy leaking more of her juices and her breasts released even more milk, wetting the fingers of her captor. She loved it.

Despite being blindfolded, Darkness could feel her womb fill up with cum, growing and growing in order to fit the ludicrous quantity. Azula's orgasm lasted minutes, but it felt like an eternity for the crusader. By the end of it, she had the stomach of a woman pregnant with quintuplets. Deep down, she wanted that to be the case.

Azula breathed heavily as her orgasm came to an end. She couldn't believe it but she found herself satisfied. After many days of masturbation, she finally felt like she had released all her pent up frustrations. She sighed as she looked at her partner who was even bigger than before. She felt her balls get back to work producing cum, but it wasn't as bad as before as she wasn't backed up yet. She fixed her hair and got up. "Whew," she sighed in relief.

"Thank… you…" the blindfolded prisoner muttered weakly, still recovering from the ravaging session.

Azula's mind went back to her memories of the olympics, how detestable she found the blonde to be at the event, but also how she lost by the end. After enjoying sex with her she found this woman to not be as bad as she thought. She was a tool after all, livestock for her, so she still wasn't particularly happy to be around her but now she had a purpose for her. Perhaps more importantly, she was the perfect tool to help her win the next games. Her lips curled in a devilish smile.

"Before, I said something that could've been simply misunderstood as lust speak but it was a serious declaration," she spoke clearly with a condescending tone to the woman below her. She bent down, placing her milk-laden right hand over the paladin's hip. "You are mine now," she said, igniting her thumb in azure flame, marking the bitch as her property.

Azula stepped out of the cell with her makeshift uniform again. The guards were bright red. Listening to the passionate and excessive sex inside the jail pushed them a bit over the edge. One of them was still wet. The princess glanced at them without mercy. "Release her as soon as she wakes up and get ready to move her. We have a new concubine in the palace," she sharply ordered, advancing without waiting back to her chambers.