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Somewhere High Up In The Mountains. Six Years Since Ozaiās Defeat.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold but even for Azula this really was tempting fate. Fortunately, the surrounding air temple ruins had offered some reprieve from the encroaching blizzard that was threatening to engulf both her and her hostage. Beyond the tightly drawn tent flaps, a stone ceiling over their heads and the crumbling walls offering some modicum of cover, the outside had turned bitingly cold, grey and best of all- the snow was beginning to fall even harder.
She huffed quietly to herself as her softly snoring captive shifted in her lap. How can you sleep so peacefully at a time like this, Katara? A good thing thing then that sheād taken heed of the idiotās warning to find shelter, Azula decided. What? She was insane. Not stupid. Thereās a difference.
Even the buffaloyak which Azula had been relying on to transport them across the mountains had declined to budge from its snug resting spot outside the tent as soon as sheād begun to set up camp in the ruins. Naturally, sheād still declined her nemesisās hurried advice to unbind her so that the waterbender might construct an igloo for shelter; with a snarl she had reminded the lucky dolt that she was perfectly capable of burning someone alive if the need for an impromptu bonfire arose.
Besides, sheād have to be a fool to let her captive move freely. Did Katara think she was born yesterday? The moment Azulaās back was turned Katara would no doubt make her regret such generosity. After all- itās what sheād do herself if their positions were swapped. It quickly became apparent as they bundled inside that Katara would need Azulaās assistance to keep warm who, unlike the firebender, couldnāt maintain her own body temperature of her own accord. And so, pragmatism apparently thus dictated Katara be pulled into her captorās lap to keep warm.
Which is why some hours later Azula was impatiently waiting for the storm to pass... sitting with her most hated foe in her lap... cuddling her to ensure the bitch stayed warm. Worse, Katara had the temerity to snore.
Ugh.
The smug idiot apparently decided she had better things to do than listen to her captorās toe-curling threats of revenge and was currently snoring softly against her. The back of her head was lolled over the fugitiveās left shoulder, so that Azula was forced to feel her nemesisās inhalations against her lower face. It was infuriating. I mean really, how dare you fall asleep on your mortal enemy when sheās talking to you!
In fact, Katara hadnāt been nearly as distraught throughout their entire little trip as sheād had hoped. The cur hadnāt even tried to escape once, it was ridiculous! Oh sure, sheād struggled a bit once she came to and mouthed off as expected, but where was her rage? Her terror? Her desperation? Azula was beginning to regret having knocked Katara out earlier when sheād first ambushed her. Was it a concussion that had her so calm? Or was she just trying to anger her?
Yes! Surely that must be it, the idiot peasant must be doing it on purpose. There she was, literally in the lap of her nemesis, bound and unable to bend, in spirits know where with no hope of reaching her friends or allies, and all she could do was sleep!
No, this would not do. Katara must know how aggravating she was being. Azula had taken off the gag some hours ago and still the prissy waterbender wouldnāt respond to her taunts. Time to change that. The ragged princess shifted into a more upright position, pulling up a sleepy Katara with her as she leant against the back of the tent that was braced against the rock. Her royal finery and regalia were long gone, replaced by prison slacks and a great, black travelling cloak sheād stolen. Said cloak was currently draped around her captive (selfishly not dressed for a mountain trek), who Still. Wasnāt. Awake. She pulled on Kataraās ponytail with a short, sharp tug.
āStay awake when Iām speaking to you!ā Azula snapped, bracing her arms around Kataraās front as the water bender jerked awake.
āI mean, really. This isnāt fun for me either you know.ā She sniffed haughtily. āTalk. Weāre holed up here till this blizzard passes over and if I get anymore bored Iām going to start burning things.ā
Azula brought her lips invasively close to her captiveās ear as a devilish idea came to her mind. Ignoring Kataraās discomfort, her arms moved suggestively down to the bound waterbenderās thighs.
āDid I tell you what I have planned for you once Iām the Firelord? Please, ask me. Iāve been just dying to tell you.ā
Hello there! Iād love to play the tragically fucked up mess that is Azula. If the above doesnāt read especially sexy to you then donāt worry, rest assured I intend to have that tent properly hot and steamy soon enough. Who better for her to take her ire at the world out on Katara, the one that defeated her? Full disclosure, I havenāt read the comics but Iām setting this several years after Ozaiās defeat once all the cast has matured.
To briefly sum up, hereās what Iād like to do:
Picture Katara bound and unable to waterbend. Probably still feeling a little roughed up, most definitely sporting a few bruises and likely a good while away from being rescued yet. Azulaās got some nonsensical, utterly unhinged scheme going on in her mind but for the moment, the mad princess is more concerned with ensuring that she and her captive donāt freeze to death. A dead hostage is of no use to no one and besides, she would only want Katara to die by her hand alone. It gets boring doing nothing apart from taunting a captive who refuses to be intimidated and so she decides to amuse herself another way.
This is DPP after all so I imagine itās amidst some jealous rant that she decides to take several years of building animosity at the Avatar and his allies out on her. Maybe she likes the way another girl feels in her lap and itās been so long since sheās had Ty Lee or Mai eat her out or more likely ā because letās face it this is Azula weāre dealing with here ā perhaps she simply enjoys dominating others like the (not so) loveable psychopath she is. Skin to skin contact is the best way to keep warm after all.
Thumbs up: Power dynamics, dubcon, dubcon to tender, passion, power bottoms, light BDSM, good conversation, cunnilingus, anal, spanking, femdom/gentle femdom.
Thumbs down: Scat, snuff, gore in a sexual context, underage elements.
Anyhow, thatās the crux of it! None of the above kinks are at all mandatory, I hasten to add. Still, here are a few extra options if youād like to spice the scenario up [Please pick no more than two!]:
The Dragonās Heritage - It is a little known quirk of the Fire Nationās royal family that from time to time, the Firelord might produce a girl of exceptional biology. Taken as a good omen and a sign of a powerful firebender, a Fire Nation girl possessing the āDragonās Heritageā is expected to one day achieve great things. Naturally, Azula has ever been fiercely proud of it. [Azula possesses a cock instead of a vagina.]
A Different Captive - It was not Katara who Azula ambushed on her way out of prison but another close to the Avatar and his allies. [Pick either Ty Lee, Mai, Zuko, Toph, Sokka, Sukki or an appropriate OC to play instead of Katara.]
A More Complete Revenge - Whatās more fulfilling than seeing your enemies dead? Why, making them your loyal subjects of course! Azula has had some time to plan her return, and has decided the best way to go about it is to strip the Avatar of his most powerful allies. Using brainwashing techniques learnt from the Dai Li as well as her own findings, Azula finally has a chance to put her theory into practice. [Azula will be mainly focused on hypnotising and corrupting her captive.]
Threeās A Party - It was only with aid from Ozai Loyalists that Azula was able to escape her prison and ambush one of the Avatarās nearby allies in the confusion. It had taken several painstaking months for the loyalists to infiltrate the guard, but they were ultimately successful in springing Azula out of prison. As she made her way into the mountains with her captive in tow, a pair of highly skilled loyalists accompanied her. [Two loyalist soldiers of your preferred gender are present in addition to Azula. We can share control of them or I can write them by myself, itās your choice.]
None of the above extra options are at all obligatory, I just thought theyād be fun to include all the same.
In your response, please ask me any questions about the prompt you might have as well as your initial thoughts on how we might proceed; Iād love to hear your ideas on the what direction youād like to take the scene in but do also feel free to get immediately stuck in with an in-RP continuation too. Iām envisaging this as something of a delicious oneshot but if we really click or you happen to be looking for something more story driven, Iād be happy to indulge in a more long term bit of smut.
Cheers for reading, please donāt forget to take your time when writing your response! Iād much rather receive a thoughtful response several hours after the prompt was posted than be buried in one-liners within minutes :)
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