Avatar: The Last Airbender Porn Story: Beautiful Dawn – Chapter 1

Chapter One: Taste of Temptation

The flames were still warm around her, much like the presence of another. She had not seen a face in three years.

At least, that is what Zuko said.

But why should I believe him?

He shattered my hope and dreams for a dominant Fire Nation, the greatest civilization in history.

He is the Firelord…

It should have been me…

Not him…

Not ever.

Azula lowered her head so that her chin rested upon her breast as she sat on the harsh, cold floor. A single tear formed onto her cheek and slipped into the cracks on the ground. She gazed around the tiny cell, only to see darkness, something she had once loved.

But what is darkness without fear to hold onto it? All of those who once dreaded me are now braver, stronger, perhaps even more loved than I.

There may be peace in the hearts of those who breathe the air of the outside world. I do not have that almost simple luxury. Indeed, there is no peace within me. I am tormented, insane. All of it is bottled up, waiting to be released.

I find it almost orgasmic…

Azula shivered at the thought. Her head levitated slightly as she heard the words come to her again.

“I need a suitor, an heir to the throne. That is all I ask of you.”

Father, I am in prison, now. Noone loves me, not then, not now.

Not a single soul on this very earth would ever wish to love a monster.

“My own mother thought I was a monster.”

I am a monster, right, Mother?

Ursa’s image appeared inside her mind. That face that had bestowed her with so many burdens was there again.

I cannot touch you, Mother. You are just a trick of my mind.

A cruel one.

If you truly cared about me, then you would leave me be. You should have left along with the other eyes.

The figure then disintegrated.

No words, no nothing.

You do not care for me…

Do you?

“No, I love you, Azula.

“I do…”

Azula sighed depressingly. The internal torment between love and hate had taken much of her energy in her three years in prison. She sniffled quietly as she heard a guard pass her door. She knew he would not enter; she had already been given her last meal of the day. Not that she ate it, of course. She still feared poison. She still feared a lot of other things, too.

Death…

Men…

Domination…

All of those things, seemingly insignificant, had hurt her. She never wished to admit her pain, so she kept it to herself.

It is not as if they ever cared to understand me.

Noone ever did.

Noone ever will…

Azula uplifted herself from another reverie as she heard a heavy scuffle. Once silence returned, the door clicked for the second time.

She shook her head almost violently.

This is so strange…

I am dreaming…

It is all a fantasy…

The visions…

The faces…

The eyes…

Just go…

Away…

But the door still opened with a shrilling creak. The light found her eyes again. As much as she enjoyed its company, she had to look away. She could not bear it any longer.

It is too much…

Why are my dreams escaping my mind again?

I thought that I had learned to control them through my silence…

“Well, Princess Azula, of all people,” the figure emerged through the door, “I never thought I would find such a prominent figure in a lowly prison.”

No…

The voice, so familiar…

I remember…

I loved it…

Once.

Azula cringed at his voice. She detested him, hated him to his very core. She had once surrendered to him, kissed him.

And he gave me nothing in return. He was afraid of my fire…

Afraid of me…

Just like the rest of his kind.

“…They act as if I am going to do something horrible to them.”

Chan…

I thought that I would never see him again. I destroyed his reputation, gave him the revenge he deserved after turning against me.

He has no right to come here at this hour of the night.

Azula felt her teeth clench as she seeped a low snarl from her lips. Her darkened eyes glared evilly into his, hoping to poison him.

To make him shutter…

To make him leave me alone…

But he did not move a muscle. Instead, however, he smiled at her. That smile that had once attracted her, just like his arms and his sharp outfit.

And the memory would not go away.

Are you just another image, a transparent nothing here to torture me? And of all people…

Why you, Chan?

Out of nowhere it seems.

At least to me.

But of course…

I never admitted it to anyone, but…

You…

You were the one that started it all. You turned from my fear, almost like an act of betrayal.

Just like Mai and Ty Lee…

You are the reason I disrespect men. As much as you do not know it, you hurt me.

Perhaps I loved you once.

I was vulnerable to you.

I lowered myself to subordination because of you.

I ask myself…

Was I in love?

Am I still?

Why?

Azula peered up at Chan, finally seeing him for the first time. Her eyes were heavy and tired, but she still could not help herself.

As soon as their eyes met, his beautiful smile transformed into a trenchant frown.

You look down on me, Chan.

Is it disdain?

Is it an act of sick pleasure?

I never knew you…

And I expect that it will stay that way…

Right?

He left her gaze and suddenly spoke, “Back on Ember Island, that strange but shy girl was you, Azula. Why did you not tell me that?”

You are an illusion, are you not?

Despite what she was thinking, she answered him, “Why should I tell you anything?”

“I just want to know, Azula,” he said nonchalantly, “I need to know.”

“You are a greedy man, Chan. I know where you are going with this. I am not here for some sob story. I do not want to hear you apologize for leaving me that night, though it does seem appropriate, considering the situation.”

“That is not what I am angling for.”

She smirked, “What?”

“My reason for being here tonight is to hear you.”

“In what context?” she asked, almost quizzically.

His eyes glowered in the dancing shadows of the dark cell. He gazed slightly; taking note of the small spells of flame that seemed to caress her. He nodded to himself, considering a theory of insanity or longing inside her.

But it did not matter to him.

“Azula, that night on Ember Island, you seemed so shy, so uncomfortable.”

If anything, Chan, it was you who was uncomfortable. I never show restraint from domination.

As of now, you of all people should understand that.

“Your vulnerability, Azula. It was that exposure that attracted me to you. I wanted to make you feel accepted in the crowd of confident faces. You seemed so unsure of yourself.

“So alone.”

“I had Mai, Ty Lee, and the now Firelord with me. I was not alone, rather, I was just opening myself up to the opposing side,” she lied, “I wanted to see how we would be treated without our titles of royalty.”

“You are lying.”

Dare you question me? Dare you dominate me so? I am the Fire Nation’s Princess! The true and rightful heir! You are so vile to consider me a sinner like that.

I am perfect…

“You may not realize it, Azula, but I read you like a book. I can see the three years of struggle on your face. I can see the fear you once instilled onto others. You have had to connive and deceive.”

Incredibly wise…

He is right…

Perhaps I should open up to him. After all, he does seem to be the only one to understand my inner tribulation…

Insane is the thought! I cannot expose myself like that. Such open nudity would be an act of subordination!

Something I could never allow myself to grasp…

As if her thoughts had been mute, she spoke, “Is it that obvious to you?”

“It is.”

He grunted and shifted his position slightly to the right. He cleared his throat and continued, “That night, we were alone. To me, it felt like we were the only two humans on this earth.

“Just us.”

“I do not understand.” Azula quietly muttered, but audible enough for him to hear.

“When I looked out into that water, upon that porch, I felt as if I had found someone so different, but so odd and strange. I only knew you a short while, but I desired the need to tame you.”

Another slip out of line, Chan. Another act of betrayal and dominance. As much as you try, you will never break through to my soul again.

And make it a promise.

“The son of an Admiral believes that he can tame me, the daughter of the Phoenix King? The heir to the throne?” she laughed amusingly, “How incredibly silly of you to believe it.”

She was losing his grip and she felt it unravel. She was struggling to stay afloat as she made a futile attempt at concealing her true rage.

And he knew it.

“I know how much it hurts you to even mention your father. You turned against him on the day Sozin’s Comet arrived. You then lost the love of your father, your great mentor and teacher.

“The same with your mother years before.”

How does he know?

No, my mind is playing with me again. He is that of a silly reflection of my past. There is no way one could know so much about me.

Because I keep it all to myself.

“How do you know so much?” she questioned, gazing into his eyes, “You are not even real, are you?”

“But you are wrong, Azula. I am flesh and blood.” He crouched and his masculine hand reached into the cell, making a quick attempt to touch her skin. She jerked at his gesture, growling at him disapprovingly.

Dare you try to touch me! Real or not, you are still the reason I am in this hellhole.

This…

Everything…

Is your fault.

“I need a suitor, an heir to the throne. That is all I ask of you.”

Why now, Father. Why do you keep asking me this? Whatever you might be thinking right now, I assure you, I will not do it. I do not care what the circumstances may be…

I will not do it…

Her head shook forcefully, slobber seeping from her mouth as her control over insanity slipped away.

Why?

Is this what you wanted, Father?

Why did you put this on me?

An abrupt clack ceased her violent episode. She slowly opened her eyes and noted that Chan was now on the inside of the cell with her. He turned and locked the door behind him. They stood in complete silence, the only noise heard was Azula’s heavy, uneven gasps.

He then sat upon the stiff floor in front of her. They were about a foot apart. Azula backed her head against the wall to get as far away as she could from him.

Why are you here? Indeed, I have never shared my cell with anyone, not that I ever wanted to.

She regained control of herself, “Chan, if you are not here to apologize, then why are you here? Why must you insist on this silent method of torture?

“I am not to be toyed with.”

He scooted closer, lessoning the gap between them. He frowned almost irritably, “Listen, do you remember what you did to me?”

She huffed, smoke flaring from her nostrils, “You must be mistaken, Chan. Do you not recall leaving me behind? Do you need me to tell you that you embarrassed me?

“And what is worse, you hurt me.”

“I invited you to my home as a guest. You destroyed my family’s heritage. I told you to act normal. You could not even do that.”

“You are quite the materialistic man, Chan. Do you value possession over a human being? I find that depressing.”

“You are one to talk, Azula,” he retorted, “You used people for your own greed. I know what you did to those you were once close to.

“That is why you are alone.”

Your words…

You are right…

But they abandoned me.

They do not even care for me.

Is that a crime?

She lowered her head in an air of defeat. As much as she hated him, as much as her blood boiled in his presence, she could not dominate him.

Have I lost something else, too?

I always prided myself on the control of others.

Where is my pride?

It fell along with my throne.

Chan shifted forward abruptly as his head touched her. His lips met hers in a midst of a fiery passion. Instinctively, she backed herself against the wall. In an instant, she felt a pang of vulnerability.

He kissed me…

Why?

Is it out of love?

Hate?

I do not know…

What of me?

Am I in love?

Father…

Mother…

Anyone…

Help me.

Azula’s mind raced and panicked as his hands stroked down her neck to her clothed body. Kissing her again, he tore at the raggedy shirt until it shed itself from her.

She was exposed to him…

Snarling, Azula peered down at her bare breasts. Her hands slithered down and shielded them from his view. Chan grinned nonchalantly and gently gripped her wrists and raised her frail arms away from her chest.

Get your hands off of me! I am not to be treated this way! Get me out of this crude bondage!

His brows deepened as his eyes penetrated hers.

I will not give in…

I will not…

Give…

In…

His arms enveloped her into him as his nails dug into her back. His sweet lips found hers again as his tongue explored the innards of her mouth. His hands swiped across her breasts. Within a moment, they slid down and fondled with her pants. He grasped her waist and slowly pulled the slacks down her slender legs, her panties soon followed.

Completely nude, Azula’s eyes widened in her irritation.

Why did I allow him to get this far?

Goosebumps spread across her skin as his soft hands rubbed up her thighs.

He just keeps going. He has such audacity, something a man should not have.

He is dominating me, and I am allowing it.

I am subordination…

And it seems, nothing more.

But for some reason, as much as his advances infuriate me, I find that I am intrigued, amused…

Why?

Perhaps…

I am in love with him?

But is he truly in love with me, too?

Or is he cruel like the rest of them?

I am stuck between the reality of my maternal responsibility and what I want with myself. I do not know where to run…

Who to run to.

Chan…

Maybe it is him…

Maybe Mother was right.

Father as well.

Azula grinned slyly and glared into Chan’s gorgeous eyes. She perhaps saw a flicker of love, care, kindness.

Your eyes…

Such raw passion.

I love it…

She wanted to capture it, to hold it within her…

Her face lunged forward into his. His eyes bulged with the turning of the tides, but he allowed her to follow through. Her eyes closed peacefully as she dug into his mouth and played with his tongue. Her hands tugged at his robe and removed it swiftly. She rubbed his hard chest and teasingly bit at his ear. As if she had lit a fuse within him, she felt him erect under his pants. She smiled longingly and ripped his coverings off of him.

The cards were in her hands as he was then exposed to her.

Indeed, I play the dominant card, Chan.

I want you to know that…

She slid into him and her breasts pushed against his chest. They levitated with each steady breath she emitted. With her arms she grounded him passionately and grinned in a manner of sadism.

Finally, I am right on top of you. I am the dominant here.

And that is how it should be…

Finding pleasure in her high position, her body arched as she allowed him to enter her. Upon his vigorous admission, she gasped suddenly with a jolt. With her heart thumping, she felt a pang of weakness in her knees as she melted into him. His hands then wrapped around her back as he slowly lifted her. Pushing her almost recklessly to the wall, his thrusts grew more abrupt, more painful…

Much better than I expected…

Somewhat to Azula’s displeasure, he reached climax and slipped himself out of her. Chan then stood above her, his lower region shining like silk in the mist of the small fire that still smoldered from her incident with her mother.

Please, do not call yourself done…

His affectionate smile slipped into a depressing frown as he peered at her in disdain. His eyebrows furrowed and gave her a menacing eye.

“Your father’s wishes are of my command, Azula, and you obeyed well.”

Azula groaned at his words lightly and spoke, “Obey? If you do not recall, Chan, I was on top of you.

“I tamed you.”

He laughed amusingly, “That is where you have miscalculated, Azula. Every inch of me was inside of you. I understood you on a level so intimate and personal it was literally orgasmic.

“I robbed you of something precious.

“Your innocence.”

My innocence…

I was blinded by your infatuation…

Your beautiful gift.

You have reached under my skin and left me torn.

Though we are physically apart, traces of you are still there, mingling with my tarnished virginity.

Something I wanted to hold onto forever…

Azula’s eyes slid down to her exposed body.

I allowed him to see me…

Her eyes displayed a sense of displeasure and panic as she quickly covered her breasts with her cold hands. Her legs buckled underneath her to provide a makeshift sheath. She let out a bloody tantrum. Her insanity was seeping into her soul again. As much as she tried to fight it, her lost virginity weakened her to her very core. She lashed at him aggressively, arms flailing and slobber sliding down the corners of her lips.

Father, I cannot believe that you would go to this level, just to see me suffer. Is he your hired gun? Your silent assassin?

Tears slithered down the curves of her face. She screamed in her ecstasy and noticed that he left the inside of the cell. Now on the outside, he gripped the cage and displayed a cold smile.

“Remember me, Azula. Let it be known that someone finally conquered you. I am still inside of you, I always will be.

“Remember that.”

He opened the large door with a grunt and swiftly closed it behind him.

Azula was alone again.

Her matted, still uneven bangs slid into her view as she fell onto her stomach. She clenched her body into a tight fetal position.

The poison…

His poison…

It clogged me on the inside. It is eating into my innards with a devastating effect.

I do not know if it is possible but…

“I need a suitor, an heir to the throne. That is all I ask of you.”

I gave in…

I could not fight him…

Because I love him?

Please…

Let it not be true…