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

I could, if you'd rather not speak to a prodigy of the Dai Li among us. But as it stands, I don't see any reason why we should involve others in our little conversation.

Or perhaps you were just looking for some conversation starters? Very well then: what do you think of my new outfit?

"Really?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. "And what about my... unique abilities as a Fire Nation princess? Do you believe they add any measure of allure to my presence?" Her tone lightly taunts.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, smirking deviously as she looks you over. "I think I'm beginning to like you, Chan. Perhaps I'll keep you around for a while... but remember: disobey me or disappoint me in any way and your fate will be sealed." Her eyes glitter dangerously before she turns her attention back to walking briskly through the palace corridors.

It amuses her when people fawn over her like this. No one would ever dare defy Ozai, of course. And yet... here you were, telling her that you'd obey her commands, that she could rely on you. It was almost too easy for Azula to believe. Almost...

"Really?" She asks, smirking slightly. "And just what makes you think that I would ever ask something of you that was 'stupid', as you so crudely put it?" Her tone teases, even as her eyes remain locked on a painting hanging on the wall beside them. "Or perhaps you were merely trying to provoke me into testing your loyalty? Is that it, Chan?"

She pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully. You had already managed to intrigue her enough with your show of defiance. Perhaps... this would be an interesting game after all. "Very well," she says eventually, her voice now dangerously soft and low, "let's see how clever you really are." With a sudden burst of speed, she lunges forward, grabbing your arm and pulling you into an empty room nearby. The door slams shut behind them with a resounding crash.

"Oh, you'll see," she hisses. Her emerald eyes flicker for a moment before fixing on you again, her expression deadly serious as she steps closer. "But first... I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to." Without warning, she grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you close, planting a hard kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out, searching for entry into your mouth even as her free hand begins to roughly grope at your crotch through your uniform. She moans against your lips, her body grinding against yours in an obvious display of lust and power. "So eager," she murmurs into your ear before biting lightly on the lobe. "Just like I thought..."

Her tongue dives deeper into your mouth, dancing with yours as her hips grind against you even harder. With one hand still gripping the front of your shirt, she reaches around to palm your crotch through your uniform, rubbing yourself against you in time with each thrust of her hips. She breaks their kiss only to nip at your chin, breathing heavily as she studies your face for any sign of submission or weakness. "You're mine now," she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal, "and I'll do whatever I want with you."

"So defiant," she growls lowly, punctuating each word with a hard slap to your cheek. "How dare you try and deny me what I want?" She grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back forcefully, exposing your neck to her. Her other hand slides beneath the waistband of your uniform, fingertips finding their way to your bare skin as she begins to stroke you through the fabric. "You belong to me now," she purrs, "and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

"Oh? And who do you think you are?" she hisses through clenched teeth, her eyes widening with sudden fury. With a swift motion, she twists her body and brings one knee up hard into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you in a painful gust. Before you can even react, she's on top of you again, straddling your hips as she pins both your arms above your head with ease. Her hot breath fanning across your face as she leans down menacingly close. "Let me remind you who I am," she growls venomously into your ear. "I'm the crown princess of the Fire Nation, and my father raised me to be his heir. He trusted me with secrets that would make even you tremble in fear."

She pauses for a moment, using her body weight to keep you effectively imm

Her words fall on deaf ears as she leans down and bites your neck roughly, hard enough to draw blood. Her hips begin to grind against yours again, her anger transforming into a seething lust that she can't seem to control any longer. "I am the princess," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, "and you are mine to do with as I please."

Her fingers find purchase in your uniform once more, yanking it up and off of you so that she can grasp your bare skin beneath. With a growl, she arches her back, thrusting her hips forward forcefully, burying herself deep inside you as she takes what she wants with brutal force. "You're mine now," she pants roughly into your ear, "and nothing will ever change that."