Azula Assumes Control

Azula scowled down at the peasant beneath her boot as he wriggled in his bondage. And yet, she also felt her rage slowly morphing into something else. Though rightly angry at him, beneath the fire in her chest, there was a rising current of pleasure.

She’d always enjoyed having power over people, but something was different here. This was…personal. Intimate. This man had foolishly ignored her command, and recklessly disrespected her, and in turn she and her girls seized him in his own home. And they did it by themselves; no army, no bending, no chi blocking, not even any weapons. He was theirs now.

And seeing him realize his mistake, straining in rope that Azula had tied with her own hands? After she and her girls overtook him in less than a minute? A heat in her lower abdomen began spreading between her legs. Her scowl melted into a satisfied half-smirk as she watched him squirm.

Seeing him pull his admittedly muscular arms against the ropes on his wrists, Mai knelt and tightened the knots. Snapping out of her musing, Azula moved her foot to gently rest on his throat, forcing him still.

“You will be a prisoner or a casualty,” Azula warned, downplaying her arousal, “The choice is yours.”

Mai secured his bonds and dusted her hands as Ty Lee called from the kitchen, “Hey, Azula! Check this out!”

Azula looked behind her to Ty Lee, then flashed a condescending grin at their prisoner. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Ugh, I hate babysitting,” Mai complained before flopping on one of the lounge chairs beside their prisoner’s prone form.

“Yes, Ty Lee?” Azula reached the kitchen.

“Look!” the upbeat circus girl said, pointing at a series of glowing light squares on a table. “It must be some kind of spirit magic!”

Azula picked up and inspected one of the squares, as images flowed across the surface. From a few yards away in the living room, their prisoner must’ve seen what they were doing, as he craned his head up and mumbled loudly into his gag at them. Azula turned sharply as Mai lashed a leg out and hooked her heel around his throat, pulling him back down, “Quiet!”

Azula sauntered back to him with the light square, then stopped and laid a hand on canted hips. “You don’t want us going through your little light toys?” Their captive hesitantly shook his head. “Why? What are they? Weapons?” He shook his head. “Secrets?” He paused, then tilted his head side to side in a ‘kind of’ gesture. “Knowledge?” He nodded firmly. “Knowledge about this place, perhaps?” He nodded again. “Hm,” she hummed with a grin, strutting over and standing astride her captive, one foot on either side of him. “You know what? I actually don’t like you being out here with us. Yes, now that we’ve taken your home as our basecamp, we’ll be setting some new boundaries on where you’re allowed to be. In fact, I say you belong under lock and key.”

You looked up at her with wide, concerned eyes. “…Mmm?”