Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock of every last drop of pleasure. Her amber eyes meet yours as she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She smiles up at you, satisfied and sated, before whispering one final word: "More."

Her eyes widen in surprise but then narrow with determination. "You're quite the adventurer, aren't you?" she purrs, arching her back to give you better access. She reaches down between your legs and guides your cock towards her waiting asshole. With a small moan of pleasure, she sinks down onto you, taking your entire length inside her.

Her eyes widen further as you fill her up in this new and unexpected way.

As the Avatar approaches, Azula notices that he looks different, more at peace than she has ever seen him before. His eyes are filled with a quiet wisdom, a sense of purpose that transcends the struggles of war and politics.

Aang dismounts from Appa, his movements fluid and graceful as he steps forward. "Azula, we're not here to fight," he begins, his voice gentle but firm. "We've come to discuss a truce between the Fire Nation and the other nations."

"No, I'm not the Fire Lord," she says, a hint of irony lacing her tone. "But if you're proposing a ceasefire, I think it's about time someone from the Fire Nation agreed to a peaceful resolution." She takes a step back, allowing Aang and his companions space to explain their proposal. "Let us hear what they have to say."

A soft laugh escapes her lips as she realizes that there is no escape from this situation. "Very well," she says with a sigh, resigning herself to her fate. "You're right; I am guilty of many things. But remember this: my father will one day reclaim his throne, and when he does, he will not forget those who betrayed him." Her voice is chilling as she whispers the threat into your ear before continuing more loudly, "I only hope that you're strong enough to survive his wrath."

Her body goes limp as you kick the stump away, leaving her completely at your mercy. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each ragged breath she takes; the puffy nipples standing out prominently against her dark skin. As she dangles there, helpless and naked, a mixture of fear, anger, and arousal plays across her features.

"You're right," she whispers hoarsely. "I am guilty... of wanting to rule the Fire Nation."

"Very well," she says coolly. "Then it's decided." She extends her hand towards you, a thin sheen of blue flame dancing around her fingertips. "Together, we shall reclaim what is rightfully ours." There's an eerie glint in her eye as she studies your reaction to her offer... wondering if perhaps this new alliance will be more trouble than it's worth.

But for now, she has no choice.

You take her hand in yours, feeling a surge of power flow through you as your fingers touch hers. It's an odd sensation... like being both strengthened and weakened at the same time. But it doesn't matter; what matters is that she has made up her mind, and now she's determined to make this work.

With a sharp intake of breath, Azula channels her energy into your hand, infusing you with some of her own power. "Now,"

Without hesitation, she complies, bending over at the waist so that her ass is high in the air and her pussy pressed against the cool stone of the wall. "Harder," she gasps, arching her back further as your fingers find their rhythm inside of her. Her amber eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting into her lower lip to stifle moans that threaten to escape.

Her fingers dig into the stone wall as her back arches tighter, pressing her sex harder against your questing hand. She gasps and moans with each stroke, the pleasure coursing through her like a wildfire out of control. Her hips buck forward, seeking more contact, more friction against your fingers.

Her amber eyes fly open, vision blurred by tears of pleasure as she feels herself spiraling closer to climax. "Oh Gods," she whispers raggedly, her voice raw from the effort to remain quiet. "