Lactation

“Do you feel it yet?” Azula’s voice was low, almost hypnotic, as she circled Suki like a predator stalking its prey. Her golden eyes gleamed with a mix of cruelty and curiosity.

Suki’s breath hitched. “F-Feel what?” she stammered, though she could already sense the warmth spreading through her chest. Her nipples felt heavy, sensitive, and she hated the way her body was reacting to whatever Azula had done to her.

The empress laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Suki’s ear. “I’ve given you something special. A little… encouragement to make you more playful.”

Suki’s eyes widened as she felt the first trickle. It was warm, wet, and mortifying. Her nipples tingled, and before she could stop it, a thin stream of milk spilled from her left breast. Her face burned with shame as she struggled against the chains that bound her to the cold stone wall.

“Ah, there it is.” Azula’s smile widened as she watched, her gaze fixated on the sight. “You’re perfect like this, Suki. So… useful.”

“Stop!” Suki snapped, her voice trembling. “Whatever you’re doing—stop it!”

But Azula only chuckled, stepping closer. “Why would I stop when I’m just getting started?” she purred. Her fingers trailed down Suki’s chest, brushing against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. “You’re going to be so much fun to play with.”

It hadn’t started this way. Just hours ago, Suki had been in her cell, plotting her escape. She’d been captured during a skirmish with the Fire Nation, and despite her best efforts, she’d been unable to break free. The chains were too strong, the guards too vigilant. And then, Azula had arrived.

The empress had been a storm of fire and lightning, her presence filling the cell with an oppressive energy. She’d dismissed the guards with a wave of her hand, leaving the two women alone. Suki had tried to keep her composure, to maintain the stoic demeanor of a Kyoshi warrior, but Azula had seen right through her.

“You’re impressive,” Azula had said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Truly. But even the strongest warriors have their breaking point.” She’d stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. “And I’m going to find yours.”

Suki had tried to resist, to fight back, but Azula’s lightning had been too much. The pain had been excruciating, but it had been followed by something worse—something embarrassing. Her body had betrayed her, responding to the empress’s touch with a warmth she couldn’t ignore.

And then, the ****. Azula had **** a bitter liquid down her throat, and within minutes, Suki had felt the effects. Her breasts had grown heavy, her nipples aching with a strange, insistent need. She’d begged Azula to stop, to release her, but the empress had only laughed.

“Why would I do that?” Azula had taunted. “When you’re so entertaining like this?”

Now, Suki stood chained to the wall, her body trembling as the milk continued to flow. Azula stepped back, her gaze appraising. “You’re not quite complete yet,” she murmured, her voice thoughtful. “But don’t worry. I have just the thing.”

Suki’s heart sank as Azula turned and walked to a nearby table. The empress picked up a pair of soft, white ears and a long, black tail with a gleaming metal base. Suki’s eyes widened in horror.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, please—”

“Oh, yes,” Azula interrupted, her smile widening. “You’re going to look adorable like this.” She stepped closer, holding up the ears. “Let’s start with these, shall we?”

Suki struggled, tugging at her chains, but it was no use. Azula’s hands were quick and precise, fitting the ears onto her head as though they belonged there. The empress stepped back, tilting her head as she admired her handiwork.

“Perfect,” Azula purred. “Now, for the finishing touch.” She held up the tail, the metal base glinting in the dim light. “This might… pinch a little.”

Suki’s breath hitched as Azula stepped behind her. She felt the cold metal against her skin, and before she could protest, it was pushed inside her. She gasped, her body arching as the plug settled into place.

“There we go,” Azula murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stepped back, her gaze sweeping over Suki’s trembling form. “Now, you’re truly complete.”

Suki’s face burned with shame as she felt the tail swaying behind her. She tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in her throat. All she could do was stand there, her body aching and humiliated, as Azula circled her like a predator admiring her prey.

“You’re mine now,” Azula whispered, her lips brushing against Suki’s ear. “Every gasp, every moan, every drop of milk—it belongs to me.”

Suki’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and something darker—something she couldn’t name. She tried to resist, to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity, but Azula’s hands and words were relentless.

The empress stepped back, her golden eyes gleaming with dark promise. “And I’m just getting started.” She reached out, her fingers trailing down Suki’s chest. “Now, let’s see how much more you can give.”

Suki’s body jerked as Azula’s fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, the milk flowing freely now. She tried to stifle the moan building in her throat, but it was no use. Her voice echoed through the cell, filled with helplessness and despair.

“That’s it,” Azula purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let me hear you. I want to know how much you feel.”