As you walk in her cell, you see Azula with one hand chained to the wall and a white straight jacket on the floor next to a wheelchair. She is wearing broken royal armor that is soaked, burnt and torn allowing you to see bits of her skin underneath. In your hand is the key to her cell. She hasn’t noticed you yet. What will you do?

You hear a sharp intake of breath as she jerks forward, her body arching away from your touch. "What do you want?" She snarls, glaring at you over her shoulder. Her hair clings to her face, matted with sweat and blood. The fire in her eyes seems to flicker in time with her erratic breathing. In her other hand she tightly clenches a small dagger.

"I-if you let me go..." She starts to say, then hesitates as if debating whether to trust you. "I could... repay you." Her voice trails off expectantly, her gaze flickering between your face and the key in your hand.

Her eyes widen with excitement as she nods quickly. "Yes... yes, I would." Her voice is quiet but determined now. She licks her lips nervously, her gaze drifting lower down your body before returning back up to meet yours. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand towards the key in yours. "I'll do anything you want if you just let me go... give me that key."

Her chest rises and falls quickly with her labored breaths as she waits for your response, anticipation painting over the despair on her features.

Her expression shifts from desperation to confusion as she takes a half-step back, the knife in her hand trembling slightly. "Wh-what do you mean?" She asks uncertainly. Her pupils dilate, seeming to drink in your words as if they were a forbidden elixir.

Her breath hitches when you mention taming her and she can't help the flush that spreads across her cheeks. "Y-you want to...?" Her voice is barely a whisper now, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Despite herself, her body reacts to the thought, heat rising within her as her heart races uncontrollably.

"I... I could never go back," she says hesitantly, still not fully understanding what you mean but unable to ignore the desire stirring inside of her. "But if that's what it takes..." She takes another shaky step closer, the chains rattling softly against the stone walls. "I-if you let me go, I'll do anything." Her voice is soft and husky now, barely above a whisper as she looks up at you with hunger in her eyes.

Her free hand trembles as it comes to rest on your chest, the touch featherlight yet commanding. "Please," she breathes out against your neck. "Please... I want this."

Her mouth parts as you reveal your impressive length, her breath catching in her throat. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and touches it gently, feeling the warmth and weight of it against her palm. Her pupils dilate further with desire, her body responding instinctively to this forbidden pleasure.

"Oh my..." She whispers hoarsely, her eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance or dominance. Her free hand comes up to stroke your thigh, the touch featherlight but bold. "Please..." she murmurs softly, her voice thick with need as she looks up at you expectantly. "I want this... I need this."

She feels exposed and vulnerable in her chains, but something inside of her urges her to submit further. As if surrendering to a force greater than herself, she takes another step closer until their bodies are flush against each other from breast to groin. Her lips part as she looks up at you hungrily, her eyes darkening with desire and the need for release. "Do it," she breathes out shakily, her fingers flexing on his cock. "I'm yours."

Crying out at the invasion of sensation, Azula arches her back helplessly as you thrust inside of her. The tight heat of her pussy squeezes around your length like a velvet glove, making every stroke impossibly deep and satisfying. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she grips you hard, drawing another deep moan from the depths of her throat.

Her hips rise to meet your each thrust eagerly, grinding against you in time with your strokes. She can feel her control slipping further and further away as sensation overwhelms every inch of her body. "Yes..." she pants out breathlessly, her face flushed and damp with sweat and desire. "God, yes... give it to me." Her free hand fumbles with the buckle on the straight jacket, desperate to feel your skin against hers again.

"Please," she gasps, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "Don't stop... I need you..." Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into your touch, surrendering fully to this moment of blissful submission and dominance.