The Empress' Vice Pt. 2 (Avatar: The Last Airbender) (Patreon)

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Themes: Gangbang, Rough Sex, Breeding

Summary: Part 2 of The Empress' Vice. Azula ultimately decides she does want that encore. She can't get it out of her head. The domination, so pure and sweet. It's never felt right when she's been the one dominating. But being dominated? That's a whole other story. And so she returns to the brothel and requests not just the encore, but something more. She might as well go all the way, after all. And procure an heir while she's at it. 

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She’s back at the brothel within the fortnight. There’s no helping it… ever since the first time, Azula has been able to think of nothing else but an encore performance. More than that, in fact… she wants the full package. She wants to be knocked up and bred in a whirlwind of violence and domination and abuse.

Of course, if she’s going to do this, she’s going to do it right. Which means arriving at the same brothel as before much earlier than last time. The sun hasn’t even set when Azula strides up with her features masked and the crown and robes of the Phoenix Empress completely absent. In fact, the door to the brothel is actually locked, showing that they’re not quite open for business just yet.

Perfect for Azula’s purposes. Showing a shocking degree of restraint, the clandestine Phoenix Empress reaches up and uses a single finger to apply a razor-thin blade of blue fire between the door and the doorframe, cutting through the lock in a moment. The door swings open with a single push of her hand upon its surface and Azula struts in, much to the surprise of the Brothel Madam.

“Ah, honored guest, we are not open yet. That door should have been locked and-!”

Azula drops a small pouch of coin on the counter.

“This is for the repairs that your front door will need.”

The Brothel Madam blinks and then looks past her to the molten metal dripping out of the swinging door’s lock. Slowly, she nods and takes the small pouch of coins without further complaint. However…

“Thank you, honored guest. However, the fact remains that we have not opened for the night just yet…”

Her eyes are the only visible part of her face right now, so she lets them flash with purpose as Azula smirks underneath her hood.

“Good. You’re going to stay closed. All of your whores will be serving me exclusively this evening. You will take no other customers. Likewise, nothing will be barred from me. Including any and all… special services.”

Eyes widening for a moment, the Brothel Madam immediately goes into damage control mode, adopting a fake smile as she shakes her head.

“Ah, honored guest, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I do not-!”

Rolling her eyes, Azula slaps a scroll down onto the counter next to the bag of coin. The Brothel Madam stills upon recognizing the seal of the Phoenix Empire’s Royal Bank on it. Lugging around a chest full of enough gold to buy the services of an entire brothel for the evening would have been… impractical. Instead, Azula has made herself a Treasury Writ.

The Brothel Madam, fingers now trembling, picks up the scroll and slowly opens it, looking it over with an increasingly pale face. Azula waits, checking on her nails, half-expecting the other woman to try and claim it’s not real. But… no, it would seem she has pretty good eyes, because in the end she doesn’t do that. She just rolls the scroll up and bows deeply to Azula.

“… It would be this establishment’s singular honor to serve you and only you for this evening, honored guest.”

Azula just smirks.

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She’s still smirking thirty minutes later when the last of the brothel’s male prostitutes files into the large room that has been repurposed for the night’s… festivities. They all think they know what’s going on of course, but really… they have absolutely no idea. Azula tilts her head, standing in the center of the room and watching them all murmur softly to each other while eyeing her cautiously.

Even if she might not look like much under all these concealing layers, they at least understand that the amount of money she’s thrown around for a single evening of fun is enough that she’s a very powerful woman. But really… they don’t know the half of it. Not yet.

Seeing the Brothel Madam give her a nod, signaling that that’s everyone, Azula waves the other woman away. Once the door is shut behind her, the disguised Phoenix Empress look around at the assembled prostitutes… and reaches up, pulling away her hood and veil, revealing her features to all who stand before her.

It takes a second… and then they start to recognize her. As they do so, Azula continues stripping naked. In some places, she uses a bit of firebending to burn away bits of cloth so that some of her layers just… fall off of her without her having to move a muscle. By the time she’s standing in front of them all completely naked, her perfect body on display for them, every man in the room knows exactly who they’re staring at.

The terror in their eyes completely overwhelms the lust, and some look like they’re a few seconds away from bolting. Before that can happen, Azula holds up a single hand and begins speaking.

“You know who I am, of course. I can imagine what you’re thinking. Someone like me would not be caught dead in a place like this. And anyone who DID catch me in a place like this… would soon be dead.”

There’s shuffling from foot to foot at that, and more of the men are looking nervous now. Azula just smirks.

“Adjust your thinking. Consider this instead… there is not a single person in the entirety of my Empire that is above me. I am the Phoenix Empress. I have no superior. I have no equal. In the end… anywhere I go is graced by my presence and elevated beyond any other. Right now, in this moment… this brothel is more important than the palace, simply because it has me in it. I care not for the opinions of my lessers, so why should I care if they find out I am here, hm?”

Her words don’t quite have the effect she wants, though at least some of the men relax a little bit as they follow her way of thinking. After a beat, Azula continues on.

“Unfortunately, there is one person whose opinion still matters to me greatly. My own. And I could never abide by having a man breed me who cannot defeat me in battle. And yet… as we’ve already discussed, I have no superiors. I have no equals. There is not a man alive today who can give me what I want. Yet I need an heir.”

Azula lets that sink in… and can see that she’s ruined all of her hard work. She’s made them all nervous again, heh.

“In the end, I have but two choices. Let a man breed me and then kill him afterwards to cauterize my shame… or… another way. It is the Fire Nation, above all else, that has given me what I have today. It is the Fire Nation from which my entire Empire springs. And so… it shall be the Fire Nation as a whole that gives me my child. This is where you all come in.”

Azula’s golden eyes sweep back and forth across the gathered whores.

“You will all fuck me. You will not be gentle. You will not be submissive. You will take me and you will do your best to break me. You will fail, but in your abuse… you will get me with child. All of you. Each and every one. Without a single father to stain my honor, I will not have to kill any of you. For you will all have contributed to my heir, as members of my forefather’s great Fire Nation.”

There’s a moment of quiet as silence falls at her mental gymnastics. Azula internally pats herself on the back for figuring out how to make this all work. Her child, be they son or daughter, would have no one father. Instead, she would declare their father to be the Fire Nation as a whole. A baby born of the Phoenix Empress and the Fire Nation, to rule over the Phoenix Empire once she was gone. Yes, it was perfect.

… Of course, for her perfect plan to happen, she needed these men to get a move on. Raising an eyebrow, Azula spreads her arms wide.

“Well? What are you all waiting for?”

Nobody moves towards her. They’re too afraid. Azula frowns, her countenance growing stormy and she begins to consider if she should try again with a different brothel after burning this one to the ground. However, before she can decide, a familiar voice calls out.

“Should have known.”

Out of the crowd steps her original prostitute. The man with his massive show muscles and incredible build strides forward, frowning at her. When he reaches her, Azula gasps as he grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back forcibly.

“Should have known a bitch like you could only be our illustrious Empress…”

The feeling in the room is electric. The others are all waiting for him to die for his impertinence. But Azula just moans, rubbing her thighs together until he reaches down with his other hand and shoves three fingers into her cunt, beginning to piston them back and forth. She holds onto his thick arm as he does so, but otherwise does nothing to resist. This was what she wanted, after all.

Looking around at all of the others, the prostitute half-smirks, half-sneers.

“I suppose I’ll show you all how it’s done and fuck the masochistic cunt first. And if you’re all too scared to get your dicks wet in her horny submissive pussy afterwards, then I’ll die happy, knowing I was the man who impregnated the Phoenix Empress.”

And with that said… he pushes her down onto some cushions on the floor and puts action to word. Thrusting into her, he fucks her hard and fast, Azula’s toes curling as his hands curl around her throat. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of her choking for air, and of his cock squelching in and out of her sopping wet cunt fill the room as everyone else watches on in complete silence.

Until finally, a few minutes later, he cums inside of her without so much as a ‘by your leave’. But then… that was rather the point. And it was everything Azula had known she wanted since a fortnight ago. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gurgles in ecstatic bliss as he pumps and pumps his seed into her womb. And then he pulls out and steps away… and things go still again.

Sweaty now, her hair disheveled, Azula lifts herself up onto her elbows and looks at everyone else. A wicked grin spreads across her face when she sees them all with their cocks out, stroking them. The fear is still present in their eyes… but overriding it is their lust and a determination. Whether it’s determination to fuck her and knock her up, or merely determination to save their braver comrade who’d fucked her first… Azula doesn’t know, nor does she care.

As the first load slowly seeps out of her cunt, Azula looks at them all and speaks with a raspy voice.

“One rule. Only one rule. All of your seed… goes right here.”

Reaching down with her two fingers and splaying her freshly creampied pussy lips nice and wide does the trick. It breaks them all out of their stupor, and before she can do much more than laugh, they’re upon her.

Another prostitute is inside of her cunt a moment later, while the rest crowd around her. She finds herself being forced to suck one cock after another, and even her hands are placed around meaty shafts to begin jerking them all off. Azula gurgles and chokes on dick, her eyes rolling around in her head as she’s fucked in every orifice. And yes, it’s EVERY orifice.

She almost burns some genitals off when they first punch into her ass… but in the end, she holds herself back. She had made it clear that there was only one rule after all, and she’d also made it abundantly clear that she wanted them to abuse her while they fucked her. She didn’t want it gentle or soft. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be treated like nothing but trash.

As they gangbang her, that’s exactly what Azula gets. And she also gets the other thing she wanted… a good, hard breeding by every man in the brothel. They take turns at first. One man after another fucking her twat and creampieing it. But at a certain point, they start doubling up. Two men at a time, stretching her cunt out, ruining it. The experience is incredible. Like nothing she ever could have imagined. And that’s far from the end of it either.

Her humiliation and degradation becomes a game to them, once they realize she’s not going to burn off their cocks for going ‘too far’. Rather, there’s no such thing as going ‘too far’ in this case. She loves it. She loves every last bit of it.

Even her one rule, that every load MUST end up in her cunt… is ultimately broken at some point. Azula couldn’t have said whether it was on the fiftieth load or the hundredth, but it happens eventually. They’re all trained prostitutes of course… but even they have their limits. A man groans and then cums all over her face, his seed splashing across her features, wasted on her front.

For a moment, everyone freezes, expecting her to immediately retaliate for breaking her rule… but Azula is too far gone by that point. She just moans and swirls her tongue out to lick up as much of his seed as possible in a lustful, debauched fashion.

From that point on, there are no rules. They fuck her how they want and they cum wherever they want as well. Whether it’s inside of her or on her, they do as they please with her, until she’s a true mess. Covered in their jizz. Treated like their own personal trash can. They take her, the most powerful woman in the world, their Phoenix Empress… and they use her up like a piece of tissue.

Azula… Azula lets it all happens. There’s no denying that. And they know it too. Even as they treat her like trash, even as they make her their bitch and pass her around all night long, forcing her to service cock after cock, they all know that she has the power to kill them with the flick of a finger. That no matter how much they fuck her, she could turn this room into a blazing inferno in a heartbeat if she so desired.

She doesn’t, of course. And in the end… they leave her in the center of the room, a wreck of a human being, covered in their cum, her holes stretched and ruined by their big fat cocks. Her stomach is just as full of their seed as her womb, and so are her bowels… but Azula doesn’t care. Because she knows she’s gotten what she wanted all the same.

Hands roaming over her distended, incredibly bloated belly, the messy Empress smiles wickedly, knowing full well that this outing has gotten her pregnant. The people of the Fire Nation have bred her, just as she wanted. And in the manner she wanted to be bred too.

Of course, just because she knows somehow in the very core of her being that she’s already pregnant… doesn’t mean she can’t keep ‘trying’. She’ll come back here to do this again and again and again. Just to… make sure.