Chapter 52: Killing the Jealousy

Azula's outraged glare was my answer to the repeated paralysis. She clearly wanted to express a great deal about it, but… she simply couldn't. Right now, her lot was simply to shoot indignant glances.

"Sweetheart," slipped out naturally as my gaze fell upon the princess.

I began to cover Azula in kisses once more. I can honestly admit that I wanted to have sex with the princess not only to appease her but also out of my own desire. For many hundreds of reincarnations, I could have been called the king of sublimation. I ignored the desires of the mortal flesh and directed excess energy towards more useful endeavors. But in this world… I had tasted woman again. If, at first, sex with the princess was perceived more as a duty to be fulfilled for the sake of my own plan, now it was a very pleasant process. And I was even willing to be distracted from studying bending, to postpone it, in order to spend some time with Azula engaging in this undeniably pleasant process.

"Princess, your lips are as sweet as ever," I said after a kiss, for even Azula, as it turned out, liked to be flattered, to hear all sorts of sweet nothings. But she would likely never admit it herself.

Yet, the kiss lacked spice. Usually, the princess likes to fight for dominance and play, playfully biting my lips. Now, she couldn't do that… I bit Azula's lower lip myself. A shiver ran through the princess's body. The palm resting on the girl's chest felt, even through the fabric, how her nipple hardened. I wasn't the only one to provide the spice. Sometimes I could play games too.

"I didn't know you enjoyed that, Princess," feigned surprise crossed my face, which Azula instantly recognized and blushed at. "Perhaps we should try something new tonight?"

In fact, my current actions could already be considered a diversification of our sex life. Azula usually didn't lie there like a log but actively participated in the process.

My hands began to stroke the princess again. Sometimes they wandered into places where, if Azula didn't love me, my limbs would have been long since severed. I noticed Azula swallowed, looking at me with desire. The paralysis, apparently, was slowly beginning to wear off…

I removed Azula's robe, leaving her in only a short chemise. It was the same red as the robe. I lifted the princess's hands to the headboard of the bed. Using the robe as a tie, I secured them. Azula barely turned her head to look at her bound hands.

I ran my hands over the princess's body again, firmly squeezing her assets. The thin straps of the chemise were vulgarily torn by me. I sharply pulled Azula's garment down to her stomach, exposing her beautiful chest. Pressing my face into the cleavage, I crushed the princess's upper assets against my face with my hands and took a deep breath.

"Wonderful," I voiced my verdict a few seconds later. Breathing in the scent of a woman who is a desired sexual partner and pressing against her chest, enjoying the softness and resilience, truly was wonderful.

The princess's breasts and nipples became an excellent toy for me. I kneaded them, tugged them, sucked them, covered them with kisses, bit them, left hickeys… All the while, my knee slightly rubbed her crotch. And I felt Azula gradually becoming wet.

There was no indignation left in her gaze. Even the paralysis had completely worn off. But the princess continued to feign helplessness. This game had intensely aroused her. She waited to see what I would do next.

Quickly undressing, I hovered over the princess. Her eyes were fixed on me… on a specific part of me. My penis rested between her breasts, and I squeezed them together again. My hips began rhythmic back-and-forth movements. Azula watched with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Occasionally, I paused to kiss the princess or gently stroke her crotch, only fueling the girl's passion further.

Finally, the pent-up tension burst forth. The princess's chest and face were covered in my semen. Wiping the head of my penis on her chest, I continued our games for the day. I had somehow forgotten that I had originally planned to appease the princess… I needed to rectify that.

The lower part of Azula's chemise was also lifted, revealing her lips outlined by the girl's wet panties. Instead of removing the underwear, I first pulled them tighter on her. The fabric of the panties ended up lodged between her enticing lips. I heard the princess moan.

The panties were eventually removed. I spread Azula's legs, and before my eyes was a wet kitty with a protruding bead at the top. I massaged this bead briefly with two fingers. Very gentle touches were sometimes replaced by tugging on her clitoris. Her moans contained a mix of both pain and pleasure. It seemed that even Azula herself didn't fully understand what sensation she was experiencing at the moment. I kissed the girl's kitty, which made her tremble again, and temporarily stopped playing with it.

Grabbing Azula's legs, I began to lift them. At first, she probably thought I would place them on my shoulders, as I had done a couple of times before, but instead, the princess's body took an unusual pose. Her legs and arms ended up behind her head. Azula, with a flushed face, was currently exposing her most crucial parts to me. My penis hardened again at the sight.

I gently ran my palms over her prominent buttocks and lightly slapped one of them. Azula's facial expression became pleading. She had long wanted to move on to the main event, but at the same time, she didn't want to spoil our game.

I abruptly penetrated the princess with my fingers and began to pleasure her with them. At the same time, Azula's thighs started to be covered in hickeys.

"Princess, I am yours alone, and you are mine," I decided to clarify the meaning of these marks on her body. Feeling Azula tense up, I withdrew my fingers and spanked her buttock. A slight smile appeared on my face, which the girl beneath me probably deciphered as the expression of a sadist. "It's still too early, Princess."

I began to torment Azula. I would wait until she was about to reach orgasm and then abruptly interrupt the stimulation, switching focus to something else. Like those spanks on her bottom. The area beneath Azula became wet over time. Her juices continued to flow down her thighs. The princess was completely tense. Her position gave her no chance to finish things herself, so her gaze became so pleading that I couldn't resist. When I once again felt Azula was ready to climax, I didn't pull away the penis I had been rubbing against her lips. The princess convulsed and released all the tension in a squirt, making her bed even wetter.

But it didn't end there. An unexpected moan escaped Azula's lips.

"I just!" Her eyes rolled back as I inserted myself without ceremony to the full length. Even in such an unusual position, she arched her back from the flood of sensations. "S-stop! I'm going again!"

The night was quite eventful.

"Sometimes experimenting can be fun," Azula said, falling asleep in my arms.

…

The next day, I had to spoil Azula's mood. I gave her a letter to read.

"Mai…" the princess grated her teeth, spitting out her friend's name.

The letter was quite interesting. Mai was attempting to detail what Princess Azula was doing, where she was heading, and what she planned to do. It also mentioned the composition of her team, the number of soldiers, and much more. But what caused Azula's teeth to grind was not Mai's snitching, but to whom the letter was addressed. It seemed the princess's friend had something more than just a childhood crush on Prince Zuko. Judging by the context, Mai had long been leaking various rumors that filled the Fire Nation capital to him. But now she had moved on to things more significant to Zuko. The Prince clearly hoped that through us, he could pick up the trail of the Avatar. How disappointed he will be when he realizes that Azula has no intention of chasing after that boy yet. At the moment, she had other plans.

"Fine, she chose her own fate," the princess said calmly, exhaling.

"Should I arrest her and bring her to you?"

"No, let her think she is being useful to my foolish older brother," Azula smiled mysteriously. "In reality, she won't be using me; I will be using her."

Finally, we arrived at our destination. This was one of the Fire Nation bases. The very one that the now-deceased Zhao once commanded, and which was now under the command of a Captain who had once served Iroh but remained loyal to him. He proved this by not reporting the damage to Prince Zuko's ship or their appearance at his base at all.

At first, the base's Captain didn't recognize who was descending the ramp toward him. Only when the princess had almost reached the ground did he realize that a member of the royal family stood before him.

"I am pleased to welcome you to my base, Princess Azula!" the Captain said, snapping to attention. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"To your actions," Azula said coldly, looking down at the Captain.

The not-so-young man visibly grew nervous under the gaze of his country's princess. If he considered himself entirely clean before the current authority, his behavior would not have been so strange.

"I don't understand, Princess…" The pale face of the Captain, a man who commanded an entire Fire Nation base, looked very pathetic. It quickly became clear to everyone around that the Captain understood perfectly well.

"Not long ago, the well-known exiled Prince Zuko arrived at this location with a damaged ship and occupied a spot in your base's repair dock, Captain. The damage was clearly sustained during a skirmish. You did not report my brother's arrival here, nor the damage to his vessel. Moreover, you deliberately concealed this, as I sent a letter instructing you to report all anomalies to me."

The Captain nervously clenched his fists.

"By the authority granted to me by the Fire Lord, I, Princess Azula, hereby strip you of your Captain rank. From now on, you are an enlisted soldier. As the base has lost its command, I appoint myself as temporary commander. My first order: the former Captain to the brig! Second order: prepare all personnel and ships for departure. Anyone who is not ready to depart tomorrow will join their former Captain! Questions?"

No one had any questions. The soldiers on the base quickly hurried away once they realized they wouldn't hear anything more important from Azula.

Funnily enough, if one of them had complained about Azula and sent a letter to the Fire Lord, the princess would have faced punishment. Ozai had not given her any authority to dismiss army officers. Moreover, she herself was almost in exile, just like Prince Zuko…