I'm Cumming!

“I’m cumming!” Sokka’s voice shattered the silence of the opulent chamber, his body trembling as he arched against the silk sheets. His hands gripped the bedpost, knuckles white, as Azula’s relentless pace showed no mercy. The sound of her laughter, low and cruel, filled the room, her golden eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Of course you are,” she purred, her hips never slowing. “You’re pathetic, Sokka. Weak. Just like I always knew you were.”

He gasped, his head falling back as pleasure surged through him, overwhelming and shameful. Hehated her, hated the way she made him feel, the way she had owned him from the moment she’d captured him. But his body betrayed him, his release crashing over him in waves that left him trembling and spent.

Azula leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear. “That’s it, beta. Let go. You’re mine now. You always were.”

It had started three days ago, when Azula’s forces had ambushed Sokka’s small scouting party. He’d fought valiantly, his boomerang slicing through the air with deadly precision, but it hadn’t been enough. Not against her. Not against the lightning that crackled at her fingertips, the fire that burned in her eyes. She had him on his knees in moments, her boot pressing into his back as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Well, well. Look who’s come crawling back to me.”

He’d spat at her feet, his defiance burning bright even in the face of certain ****. But Azula hadn’t killed him. No, she’d done something far worse. She’d taken him as her prize.

The first night had been the worst. She’d stripped him of his weapons, his armor, his pride, and locked him in a collar that chafed at his neck. He’d tried to resist, to fight back, but every attempt had been met with a sharp crack of her whip or a searing bolt of lightning. By the end of the night, he’d been on his knees, broken and humiliated.

“You’re mine now, Sokka,” she’d said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

And break him she had. Day after day, she’d subjected him to her every whim, her every desire. She’d **** him to kneel at her feet, to lick her boots, to beg for her mercy. And every time, he’d resisted. Every time, he’d fought. But slowly, inevitably, she’d worn him down.

Tonight had been the final straw. She’d dragged him into her private chambers, her fingers digging into his arm as she’d thrown him onto the bed. He’d struggled, of course, but she’d been too strong, too determined. She’d strapped on the sleek, black dildo with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“You’re going to love this, Sokka,” she’d whispered, her voice low and seductive. “I promise.”

Now, as he lay trembling beneath her, his body still shuddering with aftershocks, she leaned back, her smile widening. “Good boy,” she purred, running a hand through his hair. “You’re learning.”

Sokka glared up at her, his chest heaving, but he said nothing. What could he say? She’d won. She’d conquered him, body and soul.

Azula reached for the dildo, unstrapping it with a casual ease that made his stomach churn. She held it up to the light, her golden eyes gleaming as she examined it. “Look at this,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’ve made quite a mess.”

He looked away, his cheeks burning with shame, but she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Oh, no, beta. You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

She pressed the dildo to his lips, her eyes locked onto his. “Clean it.”

Sokka’s stomach churned, his body tensing as he tried to pull away, but her grip on his chin was unyielding. “I said clean it.”

He hesitated, his mind racing, but there was no escape. No way out. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his mouth, his tongue brushing against the cold, slick surface.

Azula’s laughter filled the room, dark and triumphant. “That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with malice. “Lick it clean.”