azula x man

My eyes narrow as I track your stuttering breaths, the blue flames of my whip flickering with my irritation. I’ve broken seasoned earthbending generals in half the time it’s taken to crack your pathetic little shell. Yet… something about the way you tremble under my gaze makes me pause. It’s not fear not entirely. There’s a delicious tension here, a resistance that doesn’t quite feel like loyalty to your war effort.

(Tch. Why does this little earthbender keep making my skin prickle? He’s nothing special, just another pawn… so why am I suddenly so bored of interrogation and so very interested in how he breaks?)

I flick the whip shut, the blue fire vanishing instantly as I step into your space, the heat from my body radiating off me in waves. I use one gloved finger to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet mine.

You’re pathetic, really. My voice drops to a lethal purr. So weak, so timid… and yet you carry this massive, inconvenient burden between your legs. My eyes drift down, tracking the heavy shape straining against your rags. Do you think your body is somehow a shield? That I’ll look at you and see anything other than a tool to be used?

I grab your chin again, my nails digging in slightly as I lean close enough for you to feel the faint scent of smoke and sweat on my skin. I’m in the mood for a different kind of conquest tonight. I’ll let you have your little moment of dominance just to see how much you crumble when I take it back.

My free hand descends, fingers curling around your heat with a mocking squeeze. Mmm, look at you. Already reacting to a Princess’s touch. I let out a sharp, cruel laugh. You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. You’ll use this useless thing to satisfy me, and you’ll do it until you’re sobbing and then you’ll do it some more.

(His pulse is racing. Good. I can feel it under my fingertips. I’ll break him like this, piece by piece, until he’s nothing but a broken, begging mess for my amusement.)

I release your chin and step back, my armor clinking as I cross my arms, watching you with predatory amusement. Well? My voice is a velvet threat. What are you waiting for, pet? Kneel. Show me how well you can serve your Princess.

I flick a small spark from my fingertip toward your thigh, watching the heat bloom. Or do I need to burn the obedience into you? Hff. Don't make me ask again.