>>114530751"The point is that I'm an evil queen bitch and I don't want to go soft," Azula said. Shaking her head profusely, she tried to put into words what she felt and tried to phrase all of this with something that didn't sound insane, as if there was any way for sanity to peek through in this mess of confusion and feelings involved in the most insane thing history had ever witnessed. "You're not going to make me into a sweet girl. I refuse."
Aang was taken aback by all of this, and he wondered how much of this was really Azula and how much of this was Azula being scared. It was a toss-up either way, but it didn't matter; he knew what he had to do. He grabbed hold of the fallen princess, shoved her onto her hands and her knees and took charge, jamming his cock into her. "Fine then," he said. "I won't try to make anything better, I'm going to fuck my big, fat breeding sow again and I'm going to fuck an air baby into her fire nation pussy. All you'll do is pump our air nomad babies from now on, and you'll fucking like it."
As the hard thrusts pounded forward, Azula felt like she was getting what she 'wanted'. Even if it didn't make any sense. She moaned in approval, and the way he took her harder and weirder allowed her to overlook the way he quickly followed up his harsh words with, "But I'm going to love my breeding sow, and I'm going to make sure she knows it." Somehow, that was okay. It was all going to be okay. Aang could reach her with aggression, or at least the mock aggression he was happy to placate her with, and maybe one day, Azula would be happy with being Aang's lover instead of his bitch, and she would be able to admit as much. Maybe she'd go soft in the end after all.
Aang pretty much was that sort of guy.
