Make her feel welcome

I was liking how this was going. Azula was pretty much dependent on me now. In time, her old, more haughty self might come back (assuming it was programmed in there), but for now, she was a ****, helpless girl in need of comfort. And, as her doctor, wasn't it my job to supply it?

Patting her back, I hugged her. "Shh...it's okay now, Azula...everything is going to be alright..." I soothed. She sniffled and let out a reply I couldn't understand, too choked up with sobs. Gently I pulled back. She looked at me with her amber eyes filled with tears. She was undoubtedly afraid now that I was going to take back all I've said...anger would be sure to follow unless I did something.

So I did. I kissed her. The robo-slut went stiff a moment before relaxing, moaning into the kiss and responding in kind. "D...Doctor..." she whispered as we seperated. "I...I need you..." Her voice quivered with lust. She wanted me now, as her program would dictate.

I aimed to obliege her...