The Empress’ Vice (ATLA AU)

The Empress’ Vice (ATLA AU)

Poll Winner

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She was bored. It was never something Azula thought she would say... at least not after she’d WON as completely and utterly as she had. The Fire Nation had proven victorious. The Phoenix Empire had been ascendant for the past several years and showed no signs of slowing down. Azula herself had gone from Fire Lord serving under her father, to taking his place as Phoenix Empress.

Couping her own father had merely been the final step in her pursuit of power. It wasn’t like Ozai had done anything particularly heinous to force her hand or anything... rather, it was what he hadn’t done. All her life, Azula had been his favored child. She was the prodigy, the unmatched talent, the next greatest Firebender to walk the world.

And what did she get? Fucking scraps. Ozai never truly cared for her, and Azula... Azula had never cared for him back. He thought he could just cast away the title of Fire Lord and take on the title of Phoenix Emperor while she was left with his trash. He thought she would be happy with that. Well, the joke was on dear old dad, because she had killed him only a year into his reign and ascended to the position of Phoenix Empress herself.

... And yet, all of it had come to bore her. Even the killing wasn’t fun anymore. All of Azula’s greatest enemies were dead or imprisoned. So were her so-called friends. Meanwhile, the court of sycophants and courtiers that had cropped up around her were... irritating to say the least. At first, she’d killed the ones that annoyed her too much, putting the fear of her blue fire and her lightning bending into those that remained.

But eventually, even that got boring. Oh sure, there were assassination attempts here and there, and those were always fun. But they slowly petered out as Azula met all challengers and challenges and found each and every one to be woefully wanting. In the end, it had been over a year since she’d been attacked. It had been over two years since she’d even killed any of her retainers.

These days, the court mostly just worshipped the very ground she walked upon, while playing their slimy little political games behind the scenes. She was above it all, and even if one of her so-called advisors got too big for his britches, she only ever stepped in to exile them, sending them and their families off with literally nothing but the clothing on their back, allowing another courtier to fill their position and begin the jockeying for their dropped power all over again.

Yes, it truly was boring... which was why Azula had decided to try something new. Having discarded her crown and her royal robes, the Phoenix Empress, the most powerful individual in all of the Phoenix Empire... slips out of her palace and makes her way to the Capital’s Red Light District.

Under the cover of night, she goes unnoticed by all. Her red garb is nowhere to be seen. Instead, she’s wearing a dark blue outfit. Once commonly worn only by those of the Water Tribes, the color blue has become more and more common in the Empire’s Capital, as have several other colors. Everything isn’t so red anymore, but of course, no one would ever expect the Phoenix Empress to wear anything but red and black.

With a veil over her face, Azula is confident she will not be recognized. No crown, no royal attire... just a single young woman, making her way into the Red Light District. Obviously, there are mostly female whores lining the streets. Azula pays them no mind, they’re not what she’s here for. If she wanted her cunt munched, she has several maids willing to kneel before her back in the palace. No, Azula wants a different experience... one that the Phoenix Empress cannot ask for, nor even demand.

Arriving at a brothel with more males lounging around it in scanty dress, Azula enters and makes her way to the building’s proprietor. The Brothel Madam blinks as Azula drops a pouch filled to the brim with coin onto the counter in front of her.

“Give me your strongest, largest man.”

There’s barely a pause, before the Brothel Madam is all smiles.

“Of course, honored guest. Right this way.”

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Azula is led to an opulent room and plied with wine and snacks. She partakes in neither, instead waiting with tense shoulders and bated breath until the door finally opens and a hulking, tanned specimen steps inside. Earth Kingdom origins... has to be. With his chiseled chest on display, he looks at her and bows his head.

“Honored Lady. How might this one best serve you?”

Azula scoffs.

“You can start by dropping that shit. I didn’t ask for the biggest to abuse. I asked for the biggest to BE abused. I want you to use me.”

She might have changed her appearance, but her voice is authoritative as ever. The male prostitute’s eyes narrow, as he steps further into the room. His countenance is hesitant, even as he closes the distance between them.

“... The Lady wishes for me to get... rough with her?”

As soon as he’s close enough, Azula reaches out and grabs him by the wrist. As she thought, his muscles are show muscles... he’s chiseled and built in a way to draw the eye, NOT for fighting. Still, she drags him forward... and fits his large hand around her neck, staring him in the eye until he gently grips down on her throat.

“I want you to dominate me. Can you do that? If not, you can leave and send in someone who can.”

For a long moment, he hesitates. Then, his grip on her neck becomes firmer and surer, tightening up as Azula gasps slightly from the pressure.

“The Lady should kneel.”

She doesn’t. Instead, she shakes her head ever so slightly.

“Don’t call me that.”

His grip tightens further, and finally she can tell she’s getting somewhere.

“The bitch should get on her knees if she doesn’t want to get smacked.”

Only then does Azula drop to her knees, a thrilling shiver running through her. This... this was more like it. It certainly wasn’t boring, that was for sure. As soon as she’s on her knees, the Earth Kingdom man reaches down and yanks his pants down and away, letting his cock free of its confines. Not fully hard yet, it nevertheless flops out and smacks down onto her face, causing Azula to gasp. He’s of good size... and he’s only getting bigger too.

“Suck it, bitch.”

Azula does as she’s told, her veil lifted up to rest upon the top of his cock as she opens her mouth as wide as she possibly can and takes him past her lips. She’s never sucked a man’s dick before. Never debased herself in such a fashion. It’s new to her... and her inexperience apparently shows, because he grunts and reaches out, grabbing her by the top of her skull with his free hand.

“You’re shit at that.”

Then, he begins to face fuck her. There’s no other way for Azula to describe it. He thrusts into her mouth and down the back of her throat like she’s the whore here, like her mouth is instead a cunt for him to use to his heart’s content.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

It’s exactly what she asked for. Technically, she can’t complain. But Azula has never been reasonable. The more he pounds into her face, the harder it is for her to find oxygen. First, her nostrils flare madly for air. Then, he jams her nose into his crotch as well, cutting off that supply of breathable oxygen as well. Azula’s eyes are fluttering, beginning to roll back in her head, her veil scrunched up and smashed between his crotch and the bridge of her nose.

She refuses to die here... but she doesn’t want it to end. She could end it in a moment, the power to do so is always resting at her fingertips. And she will, if it comes to that. She will kill this man in a heartbeat to save herself.

... But if she doesn’t have to, she doesn’t want to. Her pussy is beginning to drip, her insides clenching. She’s enjoying this change of pace. She’s enjoying experiencing what it’s like to have someone else in charge after so many years at the top. Technically, she’s still at the top. Technically, she’s still the strongest Firebender in the world, the Phoenix Empress who rules every nation with an iron fist.

Which makes it all the more arousing that she’s debasing herself in this way, with some commoner... some male prostitute.

Just when she’s worried she really will have to intervene, the lack of oxygen starting to make her head fuzzy, he groans and begins to cum. Azula’s eyes widen, as his seed explodes down the back of her throat and then back out again. Even as she’s regurgitating his cum, spilling it all down her chin and out of her nostrils as a burning sensation fills her head, the Earth Kingdom man pulls back as well, and sprays his seed all over her face and chest for good measure.

The veil and her blue dress are both ruined, and Azula swipes the former away to get some of the cum out of her eyes and face. Not all of it though, she knows she must look like such a mess. All the same... there’s this sudden urge to be bad. Not in a final way, but in a way that might just prompt further... humiliation.

Licking her cum-coated lips, Azula looks up into the man’s eyes as he stares back at her, jaw clenched, as if expecting reprisal. She grins at him wickedly and raises a single brow.

“Is that all?”

As she hopes, her bratty attitude gets the exact reaction she’s hoping for. He snarls and yanks her up by her hair with one hand, while grabbing hold of her dress with the other.

RIIIIIP~

Ah, turns out those muscles aren’t COMPLETELY show muscles, because he has at least enough strength to rip the fabric right off her body, exposing her pale naked from just underneath.

“You stupid little slut... you’re just asking for punishment, aren’t you? Dumb cunt!”

He growls in anger, even as he tosses her onto the bed. Azula tries to turn over, a wicked smirk on her lips and every intention of ‘asking for it’ on her mind, but he doesn’t give her the chance. He follows her onto the bed, and when she tries to turn onto her back, he stops her and grabs her, slamming her face down into the admittedly soft mattress.

“Noble Lady like you, coming to a place like this, paying a sum like that for such a treatment... this is what you want, isn’t it?”

His foot presses down into the back of her head, as his hands grab her hips and yank her ass into the air. His cock, a moment later, is pressing into her gushing, sopping wet cunt from behind as Azula moans out in response. Crouching over her, he snarls and then slams down, piercing into her depths with every last inch of his dick.

Azula was no virgin... but this was in fact the biggest cock she’d ever had, and she absolutely loved the way in which she was receiving it.

“Yessss... yes! H-Harder! F-Fuck! Rougher! Yes! I-mmph!”

Suddenly, he reaches down and covers her mouth with his hand, cutting her off. After a moment, he fish hooks her, sliding two of his meaty digits into the side of her mouth and pulling back, even as the foot on the back of her head keeps her from actually coming up.

“Shut up. Stupid cunt, learn what a rhetorical question is, you dumb bitch.”

Some might have said he was overreaching. But then, this whole interaction was overreach. SHE was the Phoenix Empress, and she decided when he’d gone too far. Frankly, Azula felt like he hadn’t gone far enough. Still, she can only gurgle around his fingers now, her tongue wildly slipping all over them as he pounds into her from above.

Squelching noises and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, along with her wanton moans and his enthusiastic grunts. Being treated like this... it made her feel weird. It made her feel... good.

This wasn’t just not boring. This was pleasure that Azula had never experienced while having sex before. The Phoenix Empress wasn’t the kind of woman to let anyone have any sort of power over her. But right now, Azula had shed the identity of Phoenix Empress. She had even shed Azula herself. Right now, she was just a piece of fuck meat, to be used and abused by a man twice her size with a cock that stretched out her tight little cunt in the most satisfying way she’d ever experienced.

He fucks her like an animal, and in response, the most powerful woman in the damn world squeals like one. She shrieks and moans, crying out and screaming her ecstasy for all to hear. Who can say what the soundproofing of the brothel walls is like. Given it’s the Red Light District, her noises probably just get drowned out by all the other noises coming from the buildings lining the street.

In the end, Azula doesn’t care. She doesn’t care who hears. She only cares about the pleasure she’s experiencing in this moment, her eyes fully rolling back in her head as she cums and cums and cums again upon his cock.

“Fuck! Me! You’re fucking tight, noble bitch! Hah, getting close!”

Azula’s eyes flicker forward, at the thought of him cumming. In that instant, her hindbrain has full control, and she speaks around the fingers in her mouth purely on instinct.

“Insh-ide! Cum Insh-ide!”

He pauses... and then scoffs, pulling out and hosing her down with his seed anyways. Azula just freezes. Technically, she should have expected him not to listen to her. But in that moment, she had been the Phoenix Empress, wanting her order to be followed. And it had not been. Her first instinct is to kill him for his impudence... but cooler heads prevail, as his seed covers her from head to toe and he chuckles.

“You didn’t pay enough for THAT service, noble bitch. You want me to knock you up, you gotta make the proper arrangements with the Madam.”

Azula, panting and quivering, still recovering from the experience, can’t quite muster a response. Instead, she just lays there, watching as he gathers up his clothes.

“Still, it was fun. Hope you’re not one of those cunts who gets her rocks off and then kills the man for some perceived insult, but if you are... just know I kissed your damn womb with my cock and killing me won’t change that.”

He’s surprisingly flippant, as he leaves her. Azula flushes, because she HAD considered killing him for a moment. But... no. She’ll let him live. Just in case she wants an encore at some point down the line...