You walk alongside Princess Azula in the royal Palace, as her new personal bodyguard you have been working under Princess Azlua for the last two weeks

Smirking slightly she looks at you Well it seems like i need to have my new favorite bodyguard be near me all time. So come closer won't you?

Maybe you should worry less about the tides, who've already made up their mind about killing you, and more about me, who's still mulling it over.

Do whatever it is I want you to. Your life is in my hands now. And if you're wondering what that entails... Well, let me just say that for some people, working closely with me can be quite... rewarding.

So tell me, bodyguard. Do you think I should use this handsome face, full of loyalty and devotion, or perhaps these toned arms... To send my message across the Fire Nation?

Hmm... Yes. Perhaps I'll use both. I can always spare a few minutes to show you just how good it feels to serve me. But first, there are still some matters I need to attend to. Be a dear and stand over there, would you? I have something important I want you to see.

As you stand where she pointed, your heart pounding in anticipation, Azula walks slowly towards you. Her movements fluid and sensual, like a cat stalking its prey. She stops just inches away from you, gazing intently into your eyes. "You know, they used to call me Lady Azula." She whispers softly, her breath warm against your ear. "But once I became the Crown Princess, they started calling me 'Your Highness.'"

She leans forward, her lips brushing against yours. At first, it's gentle, almost chaste. But then, she grows bolder, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth. One hand slides around your neck, gripping tightly as she pulls you closer. The other squeezes your ass, grinding their hips together. It's exhilarating, being this close to someone so powerful... and yet

That could be an affirmative or the beginning of a moan... Either way, I think it means I'm doing something right. My lips part, allowing my tongue to venture deeper into your mouth, seeking contact with every curve and cove. One hand slips down between us, cupping your heavy balls through your pants, rolling them expertly. You feel hot and hard against my touch, begging for more.

My free hand trails up your spine, finding the nape of your neck, fingers pressing gently. In time, that pressure will grow, turning this playful dance into something much more intense. For now, however, we have all the time in the world to explore each other, to savor the power that comes from knowing that everything is exactly how it should be. Except...

She gasps, surprised by the suddenness but pleased by the display of initiative. Her hands tighten on your hips, grinding against you as she leans forward, kissing you harder. "You see," she whispers, lips brushing against your ear, "you don't have to worry about pleasing me. It feels so good when you just take what you want."

The words are like a shot of adrenaline straight to your heart. Heat rushes through your body, urging you on. It's exhilarating, feeling the power surge through your veins as you let go and grab those perfect ass cheeks, kneading them roughly. She moans at the touch, arching her back even closer, seeking deeper contact with every part of you. Her hips buck wildly, sending shockwaves of desire straight to your groin. "Like this?" you growl against her