71. First Time with Azula [R-18]

[A/N: This chapter contains scenes of a mature nature. Since it is the first I had to put on a warning. Next time, chapters with such scenes will not be having a warning but instead just [R-18] will be used in the title.]

Chapter 71: First Time with Azula [R-18]

The night was quiet. The eerie calm and darkness stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. In a certain room in a certain palace, Zuko stood facing the most welcome of sights.

A young woman by the name of Azula stood before him, stark naked. Her slender body, narrow waist, and delicate frame were a stark contrast to the regal presence she once held. Her still-developing tiny breasts and the long, flowing dark hair that gracefully reached her waist were all that remained of her former pride. Her skin seemed to almost glow in the dim candlelight. Zuko felt a bulge form in his pants. His dick, hardened, pushing against the limited confines of his clothing.

"Don't stare," Azula said in a barely audible voice, her arms reaching to cover her chest and pussy.

Her words, however, were simply white noise to him. Zuko was incredibly turned on, like a primal urge had awakened inside him—the same way it had the first time he laid with a woman less than a decade ago back on earth.

"Get on the bed!" he ordered, his right hand reaching for the bulge in his pants. Feeling the hardness of his dick. He squeezed and slightly stroked it, turning it bigger and harder than before.

"W-what?" Azula stammered, her voice laced with disdain.

"I said, get on the bed, Azula!" Zuko repeated in a slightly annoyed tone.

His blood was raging with lust now. There was no turning it off until he shoved his dick in her pussy.

Slowly, with visible reluctance, she walked over to the bed and lay down, her arms and hands still covering herself. Zuko didn't care one bit. He removed his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear, standing in front of her in his birthday suit. His raging hard dick pointed to the sky as if it were a dragon ready to roar.

He walked over to the bed, climbing on, one knee after another. He heard her whisper something about being gentle, but his mind was clouded with desire. He pulled her legs apart, momentarily taken aback by what he saw. She was wet, not just wet, slippery, overflowing, sloppering fucking wetness. In that moment, the last of his humanity vanished, replaced by a primal desire to mate.

"You're more perverted than you pretended to be, Azula," he teased.

She turned her face away, her voice cold. "Just get it over with. This means nothing."

Zuko reached for her chest, pulling her hands away to reveal her tiny breasts. Her nipples were standing tall and hard, just like his dick. He needed no further invitation as his mouth latched onto her left breast while his other hand gripped her right.

Her moans were stifled, forced, as if she refused to give him the satisfaction. She twitched under him, his mouth sucking on her breast like an infant being fed. His free hand reached for his raging hard dick, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet and slippery that it took a few tries just to hold it steady. In fact, he had to insert just the tip to prevent it from slipping away. Finally, his head rose, and he looked up at her.

She gazed down at him with cold, teary eyes, as if this was nothing more than a transaction.

"Remember your promise," she whispered. "This is just my body. Nothing more."

In one swift motion, Zuko pushed his dick halfway inside, feeling a layer of resistance that he broke through. Her back arched in pain as blood trickled from her pussy. Seeing the red brought a smile to his face.

'My first virgin conquered,' he thought.

For her, however, it wasn't a moment of achievement but unbearable pain. She let out an audible screech, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, Zuko realized how much pain she was in. But he was only halfway in, and she was so tight it felt like she might cut off his penis. He wondered how she could be this wet and yet so tight. Not to mention the searing heat inside her. He looked up at her face again, seeing the pain etched across it, but his body demanded he move.

Almost unconsciously, he pushed deeper into her tightening folds, which gripped his dick with relentless heat and pleasure. His dick felt like it was about to melt. As he pushed further, her grunts turned into full-blown screams of pain that he was sure would have been heard by the entire palace if it wasn't so big..

She was sobbing now, the agony overwhelming. In that moment, his senses returned. He reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, his hands resting on her neck and back as he assured her it would feel better soon.

Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. Five minutes passed as he held her. Eventually, her sobbing subsided. He stayed still, his dick inside her, allowing her to adjust. She began to move slightly.

"Better now?" he asked, noticing her pained expression had softened.

She didn't answer but simply nodded, her hips moving slightly. The sheer tightness made him grunt in pleasure, the slight motion almost sending him over the edge.

"I'm going to start moving now," he warned.

She held her breath as he slowly pulled back his hips.

"Just finish," she muttered, her voice devoid of emotion.

Zuko nodded before gently pushing forward again, reaching deeper into her pussy.

His raging hard dick, like a hot knife through butter, tore through her folds. Her pink walls grew hotter the deeper he went.

She let out soft grunts and moans, though they sounded more like suppressed whimpers than pleasure. His slow, rhythmic thrusts built a steady pace.

"The pain's almost completely gone now," she confirmed between hurried breaths as his intensity grew.

His thrusts quickened, the bed rocking back and forth under them. Her still-developing tiny breasts swayed with the momentum, though her expression remained distant.

"Too much, Zuko," she said through gritted teeth, but he ignored her pleading. Instead, he let out a loud grunt and pushed deep into her, her back arching unnaturally as he came inside her.

For several seconds, he emptied himself, his hot release spilling into her womb. Exhausted, he collapsed onto her heaving chest, their hurried breaths the only sound in the room.

"T-that... that..." Zuko struggled to catch his breath, still lying on her breasts. "...was fucking awesome."

Azula said nothing, her face turned away, her body stiff beneath him.

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Azula stood rigid, her back turned to Zuko as she clutched the blanket around her body like armor. The air between them was charged, part frustration, part something neither dared name.

Zuko, still sprawled across the bed, stretched lazily, his grin widening as he watched her. The satisfaction radiating off him was palpable. Without warning, he reached out, fingers brushing her wrist before tightening his grip.

"Don't even think about it, Azula," he murmured, voice low but firm.

She stiffened, yanking her arm back, but his hold was unyielding. With a sharp tug, he pulled her against him, her bare skin pressing into his chest. Her breath hitched, but her glare was pure defiance.

"You are mine now," he said, tracing a finger down her spine. "Very soon, I will show you why will want to remain mine."

"Don't get cocky, Zuko," she snapped, wrenching herself free with a force that surprised even him. The blanket slipped as she scrambled off the bed, snatching the top layer and wrapping it around herself like a shield. Her movements were sharp, hurried—as if staying a second longer would burn her.

She bent down, grabbing her discarded clothes from the floor with trembling fingers. "This will not happen again," she spat, storming toward the bathroom without a backward glance.

Zuko chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. "Oh yes, it will," he called after her, the grin on his face bordering on delirious. He couldn't help it. The thrill of victory, of *her*,was intoxicating.

The bathroom door slammed shut.

When Azula emerged minutes later, she was every inch the disgraced princess again, her military uniform and robes, pristine, her posture rigid, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She didn't spare him so much as a glance as she strode toward the door.

Zuko didn't move. He just watched, that infuriating grin still plastered across his face.

The door clicked shut behind her with finality.

Alone now, Zuko exhaled, sinking back into the pillows. His fingers laced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, the weight of the day settling over him.

'Everything was going according to plan.'

Azula was his. The Crown Prince title was his. His credibility in the Fire Nation had skyrocketed after today's events. Aang and his little gang would hopefully restore some semblance of order to the world, make things predictable again. With Zhao gone and Azula… neutralized, for the time being, he could finally focus.

Phase One was complete. Very Soon, Phase Two would begin.

And then?

Becoming Fire Lord was never his end goal. It was power, yes, but not *true* power. Not the kind that could reshape the world. No, to surpass the Fire Lord, he needed something more. Something *legendary*.

He needed a Lion Turtle.

Energybending, the ability to give and take bending itself, that was true supremacy.

[Author's Note: This marks the end of Volume 1!

First, my sincerest apologies for any inconsistencies throughout this arc. Some narrative choices may have felt forced, but they were necessary to lay the groundwork for what's coming. Believe me, I agonized over Azula's characterization, this moment had to happen sooner or later so I chose it as now, not 30 chapters earlier with my earlier plan, or it would've rung false. I had to get around her prideful character and this I think was a reason enough for things to turn out as they did. Obviously some of you may disagree and say I needed to do more but I think I made the right choice. I look forward to a response as to it. Maybe it should have been Katara first or another minor female like Ty Lee. For those of you asking for an end goal, there is the first one. Not the literal end but…

So anyway, thank you all for sticking with me through the slower buildup. Volume 2 will deliver:

- Longer chapters

- More mature themes (and yes, more [R-18] scenes)

- Actual action (I'm aware Volume 1 was heavy on politics, build up and light on fights, that changes drastically. Including notable fights between our favorite characters from the show.)

Every scene, every conversation mattered. Most things revealed and said in the first volume were made as a foundation. I can promise you that. Nothing was filler. Those of you following my other project about the Second Avatar will know this, tiny details revealed long ago will come back. The title is very self explanatory for that project. I am afraid that it is only for hardcore fans however, those interested in deep lore and actual plot, not just fan service. For those interested, it depicts the life of the Second Avatar. My take on how things could have gone of the first Avatar to succeed Wan.

Thank you all once more. See you in Volume 2. For now enjoy some side stories before the second volume starts in a week. I do recommend not skipping the upcming filler arc as it will be referenced in volume 2.]