Chapter 1 - Little Sister

 Ho ho, people. I said a while ago on the channel that I was going to upload two Christmas stories, and this is one of the two. Initially, this started out as a pretty simple concept that wasn’t supposed to take more than 4-5k words to flesh out, but it really snowballed. Those that are OGs will remember that many of the first stories I posted were way more focused on character development than smut per se, and this is no different. So if you’re hoping for an incredibly debauched story with like 5-6 scenes given the length, please don’t waste your time, you’ll be disappointed. But for those that were hoping to see more blacked content similar to Dark Times, this has probably been a long time coming. Though the story is already long, I’m planning to develop and add more parts over the first few months of next year and send it off properly since I’m quite fond of how it came out. 

 Merry Christmas, everyone. 

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 Christmas Eve

 It was way past midnight when Zuko decided to grab a snack to power himself up for a few more hours. He unlocked the door of his bedroom and shuffled out with his eyes closed, barely awake by this point. I should get some rest soon. The last two League matches were so intense that they probably gave him grey hairs.

 As his feet moved forwards, they came into contact with a string that tripped him and sent him face-down on the polished redwood floor of the hallway. Lights came on. 

 It was the Christmas tree at the end of the hallway, all finished up. Azula sat beside it in the gloom, her pale legs crossed. “Good morning, big brother. It’s officially Christmas Eve now.” 

“What the hell!?” snapped Zuko. The adrenaline made him feel awake. He checked the doorframe and saw the trap set by her. “You could’ve killed me!” 

 Azula crossed her legs the other way, giving him a tantalizing look at the shadowy inner thighs just an inch from where her tiny black dress ended. Her dreadful eyes went to her smartphone, long black nails clicking each time she tapped to scroll. “Oh, I wish. But I think leaving you a burned freak is the best I can hope for in this life. I bet you’d like to die, wouldn’t you? You suicidal incel.”

 Zuko knew he could have gotten up and beaten her senseless. He was so tired of her petty games. Of all the drama and bad feelings. As if life wasn’t miserable enough, he had to put up with this on top of it all. How his sister wasn’t ashamed of all her actions was beyond him. 

 I’ve put up with enough! Scowling at her, his mind got flooded with bad memories and he gritted his teeth. It was because of Azula that he got hurt as a kid and became this freak that nobody wanted. If not for her pushing him back then, he might have never gotten burned like this. I’d be normal. I’d have friends. A girlfriend… 

 Their parents could leave to vacation in Europe all they wanted. They couldn’t force him to have a merry time with Azula. Christmas was not a time of the year he liked anyway - why in the hell would he spend these miserable moments getting humiliated by this hellish demon?

 Azula rose and walked over on long and elegant heels. They were so glossy that Zuko could see his distorted reflection. “It’s almost Christmas, big brother. I hope you have my gift ready.” 

“I’ll put a ribbon around your neck after I break it.” 

 Azula giggled in such a confident way that it only triggered him. Why did she never take him seriously? There was no way she was stronger than he was, incel or not. How long did she think his restraint would last? 

 Ever since she turned eighteen, she was acting even worse than before. Instead of maturing into a compassionate adult, her psychotic detachment only got worse over time. If not for Father and Mother, you’d be dead already. 

 His little sister turned her left heel to show him the silver spikes along the back. “I have a gift for you, big brother. Would you like to see it?”

 Zuko pushed her foot away savagely. “Go to hell!”

 Azula lost her balance and stumbled back only to be saved by the massive Christmas tree. “Ah! So you’re not completely broken in. That’s good, big brother. That’s very good.” The look on her face was pleased. “You’re surprisingly strong for a beta cuck virgin.”

 Zuko suppressed his desire to punch her and rose. “You can’t think of another insult to string together?” 

“You mean like burn victim beta cuck virgin?” 

 How could she treat him like this? He was older than she was. Looking at her pale neck, all he wanted to do was wring it. For whatever reason, the dress she wore was so tight-fitting that he could see her nipples nudging through. His eyes lingered over them just long enough for her to notice. Afraid she might use it against him, he yelled first: “You have no respect for your family!” 

“I have plenty of respect for our family. None for you, though. Then again, most neighbors don’t even know you exist. God knows Mother and Father have tried to keep you away from ruining our reputation. Nobody wants to see the freak, especially without a leash.” 

 Unfortunately, he had come to that same conclusion by himself in the anguish of the last five years. No matter how much he despised Azula, these were two completely different matters. In one regard he was correct: Azula was an awful sister to have and she deserved to be punished for her reckless attitude. However, it was true that he was a loser that never accomplished anything of note. That couldn't even get a girlfriend. Hell, even his League friends abandoned him because he never got better while they did. Why would a girl waste her time?

 No doubt Father would’ve wanted a better son. But I’m all he’s got. Which, taken from any possible angle, was a very unfortunate thing. And Azula makes it even worse by humiliating me in his eyes. I don’t even stand a chance at redemption...

“Anyway, big brother, I’ve got a gift for you.” Azula tapped her phone and Zuko could hear his vibrating back at his desk. “Go check it out. I know you’ll love it.” 

 Zuko went to see, slamming the bedroom of the bedroom closed. When he checked the phone he could see that Azula sent him an apk file over Discord. What malware is this? 

 He installed it out of morbid curiosity. Once he opened it, all that popped up was a vid of Azula dressed in booty shorts and a tight tank top taken in their gym. The sultry whore looked back over her shoulder and winked at the camera, tapping her ass in a slight way that showed just how much the pale and supple bubble butt jiggled. High levels of ass...

 Then she began to sway to the K-pop song playing in the background, swinging her ass left and right, stretching her toned legs, and arching her back to show off her vacuum stomach and flat abs. She was in such good shape that her shorts could go from one hip bone to the other as a bridge, never once touching her stomach.

 As the song reached a crescendo, she got into position with her hands on her knees, dark hair whipping around with her rotating head, and began to shake her butt right at the camera, teasing him with a twerk. It went on till she dropped to her knees, lowering her torso all the way down to rub her breasts across the floor. 

 Pathetically, Zuko thought that he could go touch that floor right now and still feel their lingering warmth. 

 As the song slowed back down to a sexy rhythm, she turned on her back and spread her legs, moving her hips up and down in a perfect synchronicity. 

 Fuck. Zuko put the phone down and wiped the sweat from his brow. How crazy is she to send me this? Not only was her face perfectly visible, but the gym of their luxury apartment was unmistakable with all the family relics their father encased on the walls. What if I put this online? What would she do then? 

 Either way, there was literally no explanation as to why she would send this. The app didn’t ask for permission to use anything so there was no way she was spying on his reaction. Then what was the purpose of it? To screw with his head? Zuko knew he should have been disgusted by the sight of his little sister dancing in such a provocative way, it was impossible not to recognize the body was amazing despite it being attached to her head. All slender and petite, yet big in the two places that mattered.

 Even there, she got lucky, he thought with annoyance. He could work for hours in the gym, and did. That would never fix his face, nor magically grow his cock. But this little slut loved to show off from all the way back in middle-school. As soon as she got her first bump in her chest, all bras were abandoned in favor of tight fabrics that could show off her breasts to the distraught old teachers. 

 His dick was actually rock hard as a result of all this. It would have been better to let the moment pass, but he could not help reaching down to feel it. Just tugging on it felt so good that he couldn’t get himself to stop. Fapping was the only pleasure he could afford anyway. 

 Breathing heavily, he moved under the sheets for cover and stroked himself once he paused the video to stare at her butt. He was already a loser, so what exactly was this going to do? Take away the girlfriend and friends he didn’t have? After all the crap his sister had done to him, jerking off to the fat ass she did not deserve felt proper. 

 It was only once he came that his disappointment set in and gave way to rage. He tossed the phone aside, realizing that making him do that to evoke these feelings of guilt was likely her intentions all along. To hell with her!

 Not only was he an incel, but now he was one that had jerked it to his little sister. And no matter how legal she was or how much of a bitch she was, that was still unforgivable. 





 When Azula headed to bed, the view counter on the app had only ticked up to nine. But not even she could believe when she woke up that it had gone up to 47. “My, my, big brother,” she whispered to herself with a glad smirk. “You love me a lot more than I thought you did.” Though rewatching the video herself, she could certainly understand why. That would make what she planned to do much worse for him and way easier for her.

 Azula remembered that for Zuko, seeing his precious Mai starting to date another guy in the last year of high school was the event that completely broke his spirit. Not only was it another guy, but she had gone for one of the buffest black guys from the football team, the very opposite of the poor beta. 

 Mai couldn’t have known how much it fucked with his head, but Azula savored every moment of it. His sleepless nights, the look of misery on his face during the day, even his sobbing for the first few weeks. Father and Mother were so embarrassed they could not even bring it up.

 And, of course, his love for Mai could never rival the envy he felt over Azula’s superiority and success. Zuko was lucky that she had never found a single worthy partner to rub his nose in. Not one that she wouldn’t feel like lowering herself in order to date. In another world, maybe Zuko could have superseded their father and become the man of her dreams. Then, she really would have been his in every way possible.

 But in this world? I would sooner crush him like a bug. The mere image of being touched by his hands disgusted her. Azula did not want to catch his deadly virginity. 

 As the light of morning flooded through the windows of her bedroom, she put on the same outfit she wore in the video and went to give him an unexpected wake up. Her surprise was almost there. Zuko was passed out on the bed, his phone resting right by his face. “Wake up, loser.” 

 The moment his eyes saw her in the shorts, his eyes went wide. I’ve got you now, don’t I?

“Your Christmas gift just called. It’s nearly here.” 

 The doorbell rang before just as he prepared to respond. Azula went to open it and welcomed Josh inside. 

 The very same black stud that had dated Mai for a few weeks only to dump her as soon as he had claimed her virginity, turning her into nothing more than a cumrag for the rest of the guys in school. Josh was a specimen so tall and muscular that even Azula was impressed by his physique - though not by much else. More importantly, he was the exact type of alpha male that put the fear of god into genetic dead ends like her big brother.

 Azula made him an irresistible offer. Josh was to come for Christmas Eve, pretend to be her boyfriend and to be fucking her overnight, and drive Zuko into killing himself or at least humiliating himself further with a failed attempt. In return the stud would get $1000. It wasn’t a bad deal at all, especially for a black guy from a background like his. Really, he should’ve been grateful to be in her presence in an apartment as spacious and gorgeous as theirs to begin with, payment or not. Azula’s gratitude was worth much more than a grand. He’ll experience what it’s like to be royalty for a day.

“Wow,” said Josh innocently, his eyes gazing at the intricately carved wood inlaid with gold that covered the walls of the hallway, “this is a nice place.” He leaned look at a suit of armor behind a glass display in the hallway, careful not to damage it. “Is this real?”

“It’s from the old country. It was used by my grandfather’s grandfather grandfather.”

“That’s a lot of grandfathers.” 

 The brunette put her hands on her hips, losing patience. “Shall we?” 

 

 As soon as he laid eyes on Josh, Zuko could feel his blood boiling. Memories of seeing Mai walking down the hallways with him with his black hand over her ass still haunted him. This was the douchebag that used his crush and dropped her like nothing. Like trash to be used as sloppy seconds by the next in line till everyone was laughing behind her back and calling her names. He ruined her forever. Fucking bastard!

 One of the small joys in life was not seeing him or anyone else from high school ever again. Of not going through these painful memories all over again. So what was he doing here? Standing there next to Azula while she wore that flimsy outfit... 

“What’s up?” said Josh.

“Nothing at all.” 

 Azula came forwards with a theatrical sway of her hips. “That’s no way to act with our guest. Josh is going to be staying over for Christmas.”

“Like hell he is.”

“What are you going to do about it? I have my own room. And if we’re too loud, you can just listen to music.” 

 There was no way Azula was planning to fuck this guy. Zuko knew that much. Sure, he might have been a chad in the eyes of many; but not in the unforgiving eyes of his sister. No matter what he accomplished in sports and in the eyes of others, to her he remained an ape that could only throw a ball around, without a family background to speak of, so below her station that he barely registered as fully human.

 Not that he agreed with any of that. Him being a douchebag had nothing to do with his class or ethnicity. But to Azula, it explained everything. Nothing was more important than one’s riches and prestige. It was like his sister still lived in the backwards world of a thousand years past.

 What was she even trying to accomplish with this? Was it just a show of force?

“Don’t be so jealous, big brother,” said Azula. “I forgot to tell you the best part in all of this.” She turned and threaded her way past Josh, pulling him along by the finger in her wake. The fat cheeks of her little round ass jiggled with her every step...

“Don’t mind my brother,” she said loudly. “If he tries to stop us from having SEX, you can just beat him up. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable for some SEX? I forgot, I have one more gift for him.” 

 It was so forced that he felt insulted by the implication that he would fall for such a ruse. Her inability to empathize with others made her subtlety comical at best. Azula came back in with a pink gift-wrapped box. Zuko took it and threw it against the wall.

“How very rude.” She retrieved it and ripped open the packaging to show him a pink book. HOW TO TRANSITION: BECOMING THE GIRL YOU WERE MADE TO BE. 

“Do you think it’s funny to mock trans people?” 

“Come, big brother, I think you’d appreciate this book. It was written by a beta just like you. It might teach you a thing or two about the few uses you have in life.” 

 Zuko crossed his arms, unamused. “You certainly have zero uses.”

 Her smirking intesified. She leaned in close enough that he could feel her hot breath on his face. “You’re lucky I wasn’t born a man, big brother, because then I’d force you to be my cute sister, whether you liked it or not. Oh, and by the way, we have reservations for lunch. And unless you want me to cry over the phone and ruin Mother’s day, you will come.” 

 

 Overall, the reception did not go as satisfyingly as she had hoped, but at least her brother seemed annoyed. She blamed it all on Josh. He was supposed to be the terrifying ghetto chad, but did nothing to help her out. Not once did he threaten to beat him up. “You could try to be a bit more threatening.”

 He sat at the edge of her oversized bed, amazed by her bedroom that looked like it came straight out of an imperial palace, almost as large as a studio apartment. “What do you have against your brother? Just leave him alone. He’s a nerd.”

 Azula made an annoyed face and narrowed her eyes threateningly. “I’ll make this clear to you. My brother must think that we are doing something together. Then, when he is convinced of that, he will humiliate himself in any way I want and beg to get to see what we’re doing behind closed doors. What he will learn after all of that, is that I am doing nothing. Because I would never lower myself as he does.”

“Lowering yourself by sleeping with me?” asked Josh, slightly miffed.

“Of course. Come now, don’t be absurd, the very idea of the two of us together is a reprehensible offense. I come from one of the most highly-esteemed families. You’re a black from the ghetto. Do you even know who your father was? Good breeding always comes first for us. Also, please get off of my bed. The sheets are clean.” 

 Josh stood up in a fury, looking indignant. “Are you serious? I’m a what?”

 He was so big and strong that having him come at her with that tone almost frightened her. Almost. Why was it that the lower you went in society, the worse people were at accepting their lot? Was it some kind of genetic inferiority? Pure delusion? What made them think that they deserved better treatment, when they were already getting so much? In a just world, you wouldn’t even set eyes on me once, you peasant. 

  Azula wouldn’t have married a billionaire that bought her castles on command if he hailed from a lesser family. How could this ill-bred imbecile possibly think that she would engage in such vast realms beneath her station? Not to mention Father’s fury if she were to taint her bloodline with his dark skin and low cunning.

 But it was better not to say these things too directly. Azula learned that from interacting with the maids. Even the most obedient woman with decades of experience could break and lash out if you told her the truth straight to the face. You work as my slave because you deserve nothing better. Lacking me to point to as your master, you would only be lesser for it. “Why don’t you just sit down and play on your phone until lunch?” she said, trying to sound as nice as possible, but coming across as entirely condescending. 

 Josh stared at her in total disbelief. Then he grinned and laughed. “I see. You’re just playing with me, right? I see it. You’re pretending to prank your bro so you can prank me, is that it? Fine, I’ll play along. Christ, you almost had me for a second there. Talking like some dumb Disney villain. Hilarious. You always were one of the funnier nerds.” 

 Nerd? In what world was she a “nerd”? Just because she scored perfectly on grades did not make her a “nerd.” It simply showed off her superior intellect. This ape needs to be taught a lesson. But for the moment, whatever he said was acceptable as long as he fulfilled his part. “Thank you.”  

 Though it was only 10:23 am, it was already time for her to start readying for lunch. She headed into her cozy private bathroom and took a shower early so she would have time to get dressed as exquisitely as she wanted.

 But when she came out of the bathroom, she found Josh not only seated in her bed, but lying on top of it entirely undressed. The only thing he wore were his shorts, which were way too small to hide the partly erect monster cock that snaked down his thigh.

 It caught Azula completely unprepared and all she could do was stare in awe for a few seconds. Well, they weren’t lying about BBCs then. It certainly is huge. Despite the fine musculature of his body and the perfect way his dark skin absorbed the light coming through the window, it was still his cock that her unblinking eyes instinctively went to.

 She stood there, wet from the shower, wrapped in a silken robe, staring at his big black cock. How is it so big, though? Surely this can’t be normal? Were there women that could actually take that thing whole? It seemed impossible. 

 Josh rested a hand at the base of his shaft and flexed it powerfully, stretching the cotton of his shorts. “Is this what you wanted?”

 The horny teen gulped and tried to get any bad ideas out of her head. “Get off of my bed,” said Azula heatedly. “Now.” 

“Come on! You called me over, you won’t flirt with me or even treat me like a person. So what do you want?” 

“I told you what I want, you idiot! For you to follow my instructions!” 

“Nah, fuck that. I can see it in your eyes.” He lowered his shorts and took out his BBC, showing it off by stroking it the entire length of the gleaming shaft. The dark skin that ran along its length looked surprisingly soft for what it was used to cover up.“I know you want it.” 

 Perhaps she did. After all, she was a woman. Just like the other 3,842 billion on the planet. It was impossible to see a cock that virile and not get a bit worked up. It was a natural response of women to submit themselves to that. But what separated her from those almost four billion others was that she stood in an elite class of her own. The man that will make me submit hasn’t showed up yet. 

 There were maybe seven or eight other girls in the entire world that warranted the same level of respect, and given her beauty, intelligence, and skill, Azula outranked them all. 

 Sure, she had a simple animal brain that just wanted to feel that thing pumping her insides. But she was also a godlike being that would never succumb to such abysmal lows that the lower classes were led astray by. That was what made them into subhuman animals fit only for hard labor to begin with. 

“Put it back and keep it there. Nobody wants to see it.” 

“You’re a terrible liar,” he said. 

 Azula opened the closet and took out her dress. “Whatever you say. Now turn around and put on some clothes.”





 Zuko stood in the hallway waiting for Azula to join him. He wondered what she had done in the bedroom with that guy, if anything at all. Probably nothing. 

 Watching the video from last night and imagining Josh fucking his sister turned him on for whatever stupid reason. He had deleted the app Azula sent twice now and kept reinstalling it to look at her. She was dressed that way for him when he came in. He could only imagine what a strong black bull would do with an ass like that. Probably exact what he did to Mai... 

 Azula emerged wearing a traditional red dress. It flattered her figure, especially her wide hips and ass, and even put her breasts on proud display. She wore stockings all the way up, but the dress parted so high up that it was easy for it to fall to the side and let her entire hit slip out with an accompanying glimpse of her bubble butt.

“Stop staring, loser,” said Azula. “We are leaving.” 

 Josh came to stand next to her and put an arm around her waist. His sister shook it off. “Not now.”

 They took the elevator down and the operator politely bowed before them, as did the fat man that worked at reception and one of the two black twins that worked as guards at the entrance of the apartment complex. Zuko saw their driver was parked at the front. The second twin argued with a bum that refused to leave the area of the building. The homeless guy was immense in size, but seemed harmless. He was also black, wearing mostly tattered clothing, with a Christmas hat stretched over his head several sizes too small.

“Excuse me, sir, you have to leave the area,” the guard kept saying.

“Happy holidays, sir,” the bum responded with a smile.

“Don’t you happy holidays me, sir. You have to leave…”

“Happy holidays, officer, sir!” 





 Azula should have been enjoying her dinner but she thought of Josh’s hot body instead. It seemed even more irresistible in her recollection than it did that first moment she walked out unprepared to see him there, waiting to fuck her brains out.

 If only he were someone else. I would love to play with that thing. But of course, that was impossible. The only way to truly do that without feeling worried about being discovered was to kill the man responsible after the act. 

 That was impossible with Josh. And she knew that the moment she gave herself over to him, he would think of himself as superior. Instead of looking at her surrender like an act of god that comes to one in billions of men, he would take it as a simple fact that Azula was not all that great to begin with. In a couple of weeks, she’d just be another Mai. 

 I will never let him have that satisfaction! I will not drag our family down as Zuko did, never. 

 It’s fine. I can resist it. I’m not some p-

 Zuko looked down at his empty plate. “Can we go now?”

“Go?” Azula snapped, taken out of her train of thought. She had barely touched her meal. “We aren’t going anywhere until I say so! I make the rules here, not you.” 

“Calm down,” said Josh.

“Calm down? Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, you fool? Mind your business. Watch your mouth. You know why you’re here.” 

 He narrowed his eyes. “Take that back, or I’m leaving. You act like I’m somehow below you.”

“Somehow? You are far below me! In every conceivable way!” 

 The rest of the clientele stopped their eating to watch the drama unfold. “You’re such a confused little girl.”

 Azula slammed her hand down on the table, then drummed her fingers over it unhappily, an intense flash passing over her eyes. “Am I? Then go. You’ve been useless to me anyway. I see now you’re only good for one thing. I shouldn’t have expected more.” All you’ve done is given me bad thoughts to wrestle with. Damn it, the point was to make Zuko uncomfortable, not me!

 Josh rose, exhaling as if he were slowly bringing a restrained punch out of his lungs. “Man, what’s wrong with you? I know you like me. We could’ve just spent a nice Christmas together. You’re so mean to me, and your brother too. Like, what the fuck? I don’t get it.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” said Azula with indifference. “Now go. I’m tired of seeing your ugly face.” 

 Once he was gone, Zuko shrugged. “What? Your plan failed?”

 Azula took out her phone and checked the stats. “You’ve looked at my ass 112 times, big brother. I don’t know how quick weak little betas like you come, but I imagine that’s a fair bit. Watch your words. My plans are beyond your comprehension. Everything is falling right into place.”

 I can salvage this, she told herself. There’s still tomorrow morning. That redheaded bitch better deliver.

 Having his small moment of superiority over her taken away left him fuming. “You’re sick, Azula, sick.” 

“I’m not the one jerking it to my little sister, you burned freakshow.” Azula cackled triumphantly. “No wonder you can’t get a single girl no matter how desperate to fuck you. You’re just so pathetic. God, it’s disgusting. Father has been cursed to have you as his son. Just imagine what shame he must feel every moment of every day. To know that this weak retarded freak that can’t even leave his room or make friends is his heir.”

 Zuko shook his head slowly. “And yet I am his son. You never will be. Why can’t you accept you have value as what you are, instead of trying to impress father? You’re a girl. So what? You’re no better or worse because of that.” 

“It should have been me!” she screamed. “I’m more of a man than you will ever be.”

“You burned your own brother-”

 Azula did not want to hear another word out of the cockroach. “Shut up.”

“You tried to make me fall for you with th-.”

 She could feel her heart pumping. “I said be quiet.” 

“You try to hurt me, for no reason, when I’ve never h-”

“SHUT UP!” she shrieked, banging both her fists on the table. She took a deep breath and blew away the dark strand of hair that had come untangled from her bob. The rest of the people in the restaurant all discussed what was happening in hushed tones, and members of the staff were whispering about how to handle the commotion she was causing.

 Azula made a sign to them that it was over and calmed down, then readjusted her bob. They slowly began to look away. Leaning across the table, she whispered to Zuko: “You fill me with shame. So much shame that I can’t bear to think that I’m your sister. When you’re born a little girl, you’re supposed to be loved and protected by your big brother. All you’ve ever done is ruined our family.” 

 Azula thought he would shoot back with some retort of his own, but he just lowered his head in resignation. “Alright then.”

 That’s right. Know your place, you miscreant, she thought. But the joy she expected to get from seeing him entirely defeated wasn’t hitting as hard as she wanted it to.

 If not for him being born, Father would have respected her. He would have spent his time loving her instead of thinking of her as a passable alternative to this genetic failure. What wasn’t passable in comparison to him? A fucking fly would have been better. 

 I struggle to become the best and it’s never appreciated. Ever. All because of him. 





 As they waited for the driver to park and let them get in, Zuko looked up to see the snowflakes coming down. “It’s snowing,” he told Azula.

“Who cares?” his sister spat, immediately getting into the car. 

 He was right about her just using Josh to get to him, but it did not feel any better. He could understand that she was right in some twisted way. It was all his fault. He should have made Azula better a long time ago. He should’ve stood up to her and taught her how to act better.

 I needed to be strong for her. For Mother. For Father. But I’ve let them all down.  

 He hated the big sister next to him, but it was the little sister he ignored out of weakness that led to this monster. Azula had grown up like a weed, entirely untended by their parents. All the hope rode on Zuko that he would one day make the family proud. They should have given her a chance. 

 He glanced at her sitting next to him and saw her gazing emotionlessly out the window. She looked oddly… sad. Is this my fault? Zuko asked himself. “What you said before…”

“I don’t care.”

“I do lo-.”

“I don’t care.”

 Well then. He wouldn’t even bother.

 Once they got to the building she got out and went ahead without him. Zuko came out slowly and stood there for a time enjoying the fleeting sensation of snowflakes melting on his face. It was getting dark. 

 As he made his way in, he could see that the homeless man before was still sitting in the alley by the building. Sensing his thoughts, the guard said, “Sorry, sir, he keeps coming back. I can try to get rid of him again. Maybe call the cops.” 

 Zuko shook his head and put his hands in his coat pockets. “You should let him sleep inside and get him some food. It’s going to be cold out.” 





 If he died in an accident, it would solve everything. 

 Azula lay by herself in bed, overwhelmed with emotion and possessed with hatred for her brother. He should be suffering right now. Crying. Begging. But that idiot ruined my plans. 

 Christmas Eve should have been spent in a loving family, with presents, song, and good holiday cheer. But her parents abandoned her and left her the responsibility of the dead end. What was she supposed to do with him? Did they seriously think she would have a good time with ZUZU? They don’t care about my happiness at all. Not a bit.

 And then there was the traitor. Why did she think a jock like Josh would be good for anything? All those guys knew was how to party, drink, and fuck around. And if he cared, he would not have left, either.

 Her arms cuddled the big pillow, the immense space of the bed left uncovered feeling icy cold whenever she switched positions. What would have happened if she did sleep with Josh? If she had taken his offer? Picturing his cock again made her intensely aware of just how much she wanted to feel it. She reached down out of curiosity to touch her pussy and discovered it was dripping wet, leaving not only the panties soaked but even the silken pants of her pajamas. 

“To hell with everything!” she snapped, punching the bed. She turned to the other side, unable to get comfortable. 

 And what if she would have done it? What right did her father have to deny her simple pleasures when he acknowledged none of the good things she did? It wouldn’t matter if I fucked every man in this city. He would still think of Zuko as better. All because he was born with a dick. What bullshit is that? 

 But she would never give Josh the satisfaction of claiming her, ever. That guy was a nobody, a fucking nobody. And he was enjoying his life so much more than she was. What right did he have to that? He was some black guy born in a fucking ghetto! He should be miserable! I’m miserable, so how can he be happy?! 

 A man like that was too stupid to ever acknowledge the superiority of her good breeding and ancestral line. They cared for such things not at all. All she could do was deny him her body. If that meant sacrificing her own pleasure, so be it. But I’ll never let them think they’re better than me. No one is better than me. No one. 

 Azula turned on her back and took a shuddering breath. She felt so bad that the only thing she could do to feel better was to reach down and touch herself. “God, I wish I could get fucked,” she whispered, almost as a prayer. 

 She had some things to use as toys but they weren’t compararable. Nothing like that monster Josh teased her with. I should order someone to cut his dick and bring that to me. They can keep the rest.

 Her fingers rubbed her slick pussy till her eyes closed again. She began to think about that big black cock again, moving her hips in rhythm to her fingers. Not Josh in any specific way, but just that gorgeous shaft that she watched throb and pulse. So big, so strong, so rich in its chocolate color. God, I wish I could taste it, Azula admitted to herself. I just want a taste, that’s all. 

 The teen would’ve given anything to fuck someone in that moment. If Josh were there, she likely would have fucked him, no matter what the consequences. You should’ve persevered until the end, dumbass.

 Out of nowhere, she remembered the bum outside the building. He was black. Maybe he also…

 No. No, I can’t. That’s impossible.

 Just thinking about bringing a random homeless person into the sacred family apartment was bordering on the insane. But a black one at that? Father would kill me if he found out he stepped past the threshold. As that thought seriously sunk in, the level of arousal only got worse. It came to the point where she could hear how wet she was but still couldn’t stop rubbing and touching.

 There was no other choice. She would never want to give a normal guy the satisfaction of fucking her. They would need to remember their place. But some bum? Nobody would know. Who would believe him even if he told them?  

 As her finger went inside her tight pussy, she could only bite her lip at the thought of how much bigger and better a cock would feel. A big black cock for her tiny virgin pussy…

 Her eyes fluttered open and her back arched as she nearly came. Azula stopped herself and sat up, chest heaving. Her nipples were so hard that they stuck right through the top like nubs. All she knew right now was that she wanted it. Nobody would know. Nobody. 

 Like a person in a trance, she slipped into a pair of pants and a shirt, then went into the hallway. The Christmas tree was there, lit up despite her turning it off when she went to bed. Zuko must’ve turned it on. 

 Of course. It was officially Christmas now. And she was spending it like this… They could’ve taken me with them on vacation. Why am I always made responsible for Zuko? 

 She cracked the door open to her brother’s room and heard him snoozing in the dark. Then she closed it back and got her coat. 

 Azula left the apartment door unlocked and took the elevator down, wondering what she would say to that homeless guy once she got there and how she would get him into the building. Much to her surprise, that very same guy was lying on the floor of the main hall, sleeping in the corner. 

 One of the guards saw her coming and immediately straightened. He understood what she noticed and came forwards in a rush. “Miss Azula, your brother said that we should let him in. It’s snowing out and I figured…” 

 Through the glass doors, Azula could see the light snow coming down. “I see it.” 

 She took a step closer to the homeless man and looked him over. The teen was breathless but was trying to keep it under control. He was at least twice her age, though likely older than her parents, and had enough rolls of fat around him to support him as he slept there undisturbed. She could’ve reached out and slit his throat and he wouldn’t have heard it. And nobody would care. That would be a mercy, probably. Maybe once I’m done with you, I can dispose of you like you deserve. Then the loose ends would be tied up nicely.

 The other twin in the security guard pair noticed the issue and came to help. “We can get rid of him if you’d prefer, Miss Azula.” 

“No.” This was almost a fated encounter. Here she was, coming down to hopefully find him, and he was waiting for her. At Zuko’s request at that… “I was actually thinking I’d let him come up with us.” 

“In your apartment? Miss Azula, I’m not sure that’s safe.” 

“It’s fine.” Azula gulped, feeling the heat from her pussy rising through her body. Just the feeling of her breasts rubbing against fabric was driving her crazy. The overall sensitivity of her body had increased a hundredfold. You better have a nice cock when I’m going through all this effort, you fat bastard. “I’ve got my brother to protect me.” 

 She went over to him before they could comment again and stuck her foot down in his belly. “You there, wake up.” 

 The bum woke up slowly, looking nauseous. “What’s happening?” 

“It’s Christmas, and you’re invited up for a special dinner. Go on. Get up.” 

 His dark eyes held her in disbelief. “Do as she says, fool,” spat the guard. 

 The bum groaned and got up with a lot of effort. Azula led him back to the elevator and the operator appeared disgruntled at the encroaching aura of homelessness. 

“Miss, thank you so much…” 

 Azula raised an eyebrow and gave him a glance full of distaste. “Thank me after.” 

 She led him down the carpeted hallways and into the apartment, watching him staring everywhere like a kid being taken to some palace beyond his imagination. A real fairy tale “It’s so nice here. You must be super rich.” 

 Azula opened the door to the bedroom and shoved him in. 

 Relieved to have him in her private domain, she closed her door and locked it. The horny young teen put her palms together and analyzed his state, wondering how to proceed. “Let me set some ground rules. You will do exactly as I say. You will not speak unless spoken to. Are we understood?” 

“Of course.” 

“Good.” Azula looked down to his crotch, wondering what size he sported. At this point she would’ve been happy with anything. But his belly was big enough that it would have obscured a small dick, so she hoped that was not the case. “Take your clothes off.”

 He seemed uneasy. “Miss?”

“They stink. We’ll put them in the wash. Now take them off.” 

 The bum began to undress, starting with his tattered shirt and ripped jacket. Azula looked at his rolls of fat and mantits, more amazed at how out of shape he was than disgusted by it. He was so fat, so ugly, so low in every sense that he barely ranked as human. 

 He was slower about taking off his pants and kept his underwear on. “That too,” she ordered.

“But then I’ll be naked, miss.” 

“What did I say about following orders? Now, will you do as I say or do I need to call the security guards to throw you out of the building?” 

 He gulped and carried on, looking away as soon as his shorts dropped. 

 The sight of his BBC hit her like a truck. The thing was so big that despite the overhanging gut she could still see most of the shaft. It was nothing like Josh’s dick from earlier. That one was long, almost feminine and elegant. This one was like a piece of lumber. Long, but thick, gnarled with veins, with large bumps showing here and there. And unlike the other that which appeared circumcised, this one was an uncut monster with a dark head trying to peek through the foreskin.

 It wasn’t even hard, but it was already everything she wanted. My Christmas gift, said Azula giddily.  

“How big is that cock?” 

“Miss?”

 Azula scowled. “Are you stupid? This is the second time I have to draw attention to your behavior. I told you to obey and be quiet. Answer exactly what I ask and if you don’t have an answer say you don’t know. How big is your cock?”

“Eleven inches, I think,” he stammered. 

 Only eleven? It looked even bigger than that. But then again, it was so thick that it added a lot to its monstrous quality. If it was a whole eleven in length then it must have been at least five or six in girth. How was it possible that these blacks were so well-endowed? She had never seen her brother’s dick, but she already knew it must have been very small given his cripplingly pathetic behavior. 

“I don’t think that’s normal,” said Azula. “I’m going to need to have a look at it.” 

 He seemed uneasy with her coming forward, especially as her hand went down to his dick. “Miss?”

“Silence! I’ve heard enough out of you. Get on that bed. Now.” 

 The bum staggered towards the bed and dropped on top like a lifeless sack. He was so heavy that even the immense bedframe groaned. He lay there like some beached black whale. God, he’s hideous, Azula thought. But I want it. I need it. 

 Unlike other possible guys to fuck, this was one victim without any self-esteem at all. Giving herself to some raunchy jock might’ve felt like a loss for her, but this simply felt like mercy. And who bestowed mercy but the greatest of winners? 

“Don’t look at me,” she ordered as she took off her clothes. “I have a Christmas gift for you.” 

 He remained silent for the ten minutes it took her to put everything on properly. The black lingerie set was a custom order and perfectly fit for her body, leaving each plump cheek of her ass exposed. The initial intent was to get a smoking outfit she could take pictures in and tease Zuzu. Maybe even some of her old classmates. 

“You can look now,” Azula announced, posing before him. 

 As the bum’s eyes opened on her, he gulped so hard that his huge belly and mantits moved in response. Azula stood before him in a fine pair of stockings that went up to her delicious thighs, those in turn connecting to the stylish panties by the thinnest straps. The bra was tight and intricately woven out of black lace, pushing up her already sizable breasts to look huge on her frame. 

 The brown eyes shone golden in the low light and narrowed on him as threatening as a snake’s. “Do you not like what you see?” 

 Of course, she knew that he did. What mortal man could have refused? But while his idiot mouth moved silently like that of a fish, his cock stirred and hardened with a will of its own. 

 Azula got in bed next to him, feeling tiny next to his gigantic body. “You are going to treat me well. And you will do exactly as I say.”

“Yes, miss.”

“No more ‘miss.’ I despise that term. I would rather be your master or your queen. Pick whichever you prefer.”

“Yes, my queen.” 

“Well, go on. Touch me,” she demanded. 

 He reached out with a fat paw and ran it down her succulent white thighs. By the way his meaty fingers trembled, she could tell that he had never touched anything as sweet in his entire life.“God…” he whispered.

 Azula giggled to see how awestruck he was. No doubt to live as this creature did would have made one lose all hope. Not just homeless, but old, fat, and black in a country that hated anyone that looked anything but the purest white. Perhaps it was fate that they should meet. Like beauty and the beast. 

 I am being used to restore karmic balance to the universe, thought Azula proudly. 

“You are so beautiful,” he said with a trembling voice. “I don’t believe it.” 

“Start believing it, or your life will get much worse. If dawn comes without me finding satisfaction, I’ll slaughter you like a pig.” 

 His touch as he moved his fingers across her body was so oddly loving that it made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to affection… How could I be? Nobody ever offered me any. I need to go to a bum to find some. Feeling a pang of sadness coming on, she decided to do away with it and crawled down to his dick. 

 The thing was so big, so dark, so beautifully majestic, that not even his disgusting body could dissuade her from wanting it. Regal. Azula felt weak just grasping its size, realizing full well what it might do to her tiny body should it make its way inside. Not only the pain it could bring, but the consequences of having its seed take root in her womb. It would be the end of this family, she thought. Not even Mother and Father could remove the stain. 

 Thinking of her parents made her want to check her phone one last time. She got out of bed and retrieved it. 

 Not one text. Not a single one. 

 Not from them. Not from Zuko.

 Not from anybody.

 No one.

 Merry Christmas, thought Azula, trying to set her bitterness on fire before it could turn to sadness. 

 The teen tried crushing the phone in her hand ineffectively. Failing that, she hurled it against the wall and went back to the bed. “Are you okay?” the bum asked. 

“Ask another question and I’ll slit your throat.” 

 His big black cock was all Azula wanted now. She crawled between his legs, feeling its heat as it hovered only an inch away from her face, throbbing with all the power in the world. She gently placed a palm under it, lifting to feel its crazy weight, realizing how powerful it must have been to be standing up like that in spite of gravity. 

 Her fingers caressed its gnarled underside. Then she ran the back of her hand along the shaft, biting her lip as she imagined what it must’ve tasted like. It was so close, yet she hesitated. There’s no turning back after this, is there? 

 Azula slowly brought her mouth to its side and kissed it, almost gasping as she felt the pulse of his vein under her plump lips. God, it feels good. So strong. What was it about these black cocks that made them feel superhuman? It was no wonder that so many girls at school that made themselves look hard to get easily gave in to this. No wonder that they could never go back. 

 Out the window, the snowfall kept coming. This was to be Christmas. 

 The young teen brought out her wet tongue and slid it across his BBC all the way to the tip, giving it a proper tasting. She licked her lips, savoring the rich taste that filled her virgin mouth. “I love it,” she whispered heatedly. To think that he would have been out there, letting this wonderful cock go to waste.

 Her elegant tongue continuously stroked the tip of his fat head, pulling his foreskin back, her hot breath begging for the first drop of cum. Both her hands wrapped around the shaft and milked it all the way up till a gob of seed dripped from the dickhole right onto her lower lip. 

 Azula licked it up with desperation, feeling a fire in her pussy as soon as its amazing taste sank in. It hit her like a drug. There was no previous affinity between her and BBC nor its sweet ichor, but it was like the greatest candy in the world - one time was enough to fall in love with this.

 Her drooling tongue massaged his entire head, then slipped under the foreskin to clean it up. She could taste the rancid dickcheese she was picking up but swallowed it nonetheless, refusing nothing so long as it came from this magnificent bull.  

 The bum groaned in response to her like a great beast. Then his hand came down on top of her head, as heavy as a gym bar. “That feels good, princess.” 

 Princess? Azula had asked for queen. I suppose it will do. 

 Her mouth nursed his whole head, unable to send any of it down her throat without gagging. It was just too big for a small girl like her. Azula never thought her size would stop her from doing anything, but there was no way a person with her genes could have been made to breed with a monster like this. 

 I’m pleasuring a bum, Azula thought. A fucking bum. Why did it feel so good? It shouldn’t have. It was so wrong. A high class girl like her giving her first time to this dirty black cock. Nothing could wash away this sin. 

 Her drool dripped all over his hairy thighs and balls, while the blackened tears carrying her mascara slowly coursed down past her slender neck and into her deep bosom. 

“Take it deeper, baby,” he was saying. “Deeper.” 

 Azula did not like to be ordered around nor his tone. But since she was unable to speak with his dick in her mouth anyway, she attempted to move it a little way into her throat. She had almost done it, too, until his hairy paw slammed her down on the back of her head and sent too much of it in at once. Now her gag reflex followed up and made her want to throw up; but the bum wanted to force her to take it all the way. 

 Annoyed, Azula punched him right in the balls and got him to release. “Ohhh~” he groaned in pain. Coughing, Azula came off his dick and struggled for air. “You idiot! Why the hell would you do that? I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m sorry, miss. I’m sorry…” 

 Azula wiped the spit from her mouth. There was more she wanted to do with him, so she couldn’t get rid of him just yet. “You better not try that one more time.” 

 Looking at the glistening BBC, she was ready to try it in earnest. Get on top of it and ride it properly. I think I can do it. 

 Azula pushed her panties aside and came near the tip and started rubbing it against her pussy. Seeing how big the head was compared to her slit made her a little worried. The courage that kept building dissipated all at once, making her feel like a person signed up for a task severely above what they could do. 

 The bum was trying to look at her over his belly. “Princess?”

“SHUT UP!” she yelled. “NOT ANOTHER WORD.”

 Azula gulped and raised the cock, trying to bring herself  to let go over it. As the head pushed against her hole just to enter, her face twitched. There was pain. And it wasn’t even in yet. Are you serious? 

“I can help you,” he said.

“Shut up, you pig,” she whispered under her breath, and blew some hair from face. “I’ll gut you seven ways to Sunday.”

 The teen had to satisfy herself with pushing the tip partly inside and rubbing it against her drenched pussy, though it did not feel that great. Not even really better than touching herself. 

“That’s not how you do it, princess.” 

“Shut up!” 

 Out of nowhere, his hands grabbed her by the arms and lifted her all the way up over his body. She was looking down into his dark face now, further obscured by the shadow she cast over it. Azula thought he might want to force it in and panicked. “Let me go now!” 

“I’m going to show you how to do it. It’s okay if you don’t know.”

“I said no!” 

 Holding her by the waist as if she were a toy, he began to force his dick into her pussy. “There!” he said in a labored voice.

“N-N-No…” stammered Azula, already numb from feeling it trying to go back in. “Release me! Release me at once, you fucking nigger! Let me go! LET ME GO!!” 

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth on you. Is that how your parents taught you to speak?” 

 He slammed her down on his dick with a sudden burst of force. Azula could feel the head ramming into her and gasped, shaking in the sudden shock of unbearable pain. The teary eyes bulged from her skull as she gazed at him, her violent breaths were coming in fast. Terrified, she reached down to feel the head, only to realize it was fully inside of her already. 

 Blood dripped down from her broken virgin pussy down to the thick root of the big black cock. There were goosebumps all over her body, a cold sweat running down her back. Her legs were so numb at her side now that she could not feel them at all, as if the force of his entry had split her in half.

“S… S....” she kept repeating, struggling to get even a word out. “S-Shtoph…” 

“You’re so skinny!” he cried with excitement. “I can see it going inside of you. Do you see that?” 

 Azula punched into his wobbling gut helplessly. “Let me go,” she ordered. Desperate to have herself heard, she switched her tone, “Please, sir,” she asked, dropping the posturing, “let me go. I’m sorry for what I said. I can’t do this. Please, sir.”

 His head was so far into her pillow that as he pressed his chin down into his chest it seemed like the whole thing just came out of a neck of fat. There was a glint in his dark eyes. “You gotta learn to believe in yourself.” 

 Azula heard the entire bed groan. She grabbed his wrists as he prepared to thrust into her with all his might. “Please,” she said again under her breath, ready to beg him. I can’t feel my legs! Oh God. I can’t feel them~ 

 But the bull was already sending his dick up inside of her slowly, watching its progress as it bulged through her stomach, dismissing the virgin blood that trickled down his shaft. “That’s so nice.”

 In his huge dark hands her pale little body really was nothing more than a broken toy, and Azula realized just how stupid it had been to bring a guy that could overpower her into such a state. She could have screamed for Zuko, but she would sooner get raped and killed than ask that loser for any help. 

 Each haggard breath was a painful endeavor now, the slightest movement setting every nerve on fire. It was just too big. And this filthy bum wasn’t stopping. All Azula could hear was her own gasps and the squelching of her destroyed pussy as his dick continued its march upward.

 Somehow, in spite of it all, her insides were slowly adjusting to his monstrous girth. The numbness went away, replaced with hot pain that once more brought feeling back to her legs. There were pins and needles as she tried to move them, but Azula wiped away the sweat from her brow and tried to regain her composure. 

 Now, she could feel the walls of her pussy wound tightly around him, each throb of his big black cock triggering a reaction from her body. He was so gigantic that just to feel him pulse and flex inside of her without any additional movement was enough to overwhelm her. 

 Nevertheless, the breathless teen was slowly stabilizing herself. 

“See, you can do it,” he told her with a laugh. “I told you.” 

 Azula tried to relax her muscles and started moving gently. “Yes. I suppose,” she admitted, drops of sweat gleaming as they coursed down her flexing back.  

 As she looked down, she could see his cock going up even deeper, protruding between her hip bones. She reached down and touched it, amazed that the rest of it was actually inside of her. This thing is inside of me. No wonders others were forever changed by living this. It was so unbelievable.

 The bull moved his black hands away from her hips and to her fat ass, leaving her to slide the rest of the way down with the weight of her own body. Azula buried her hands into his belly, trying to slow her way down, but it was more than halfway in now. The teen dropped her head and tasted the sweat coming down her face as she focused to swallow up more of him.

“What a good girl you are.” He slapped her ass loud enough that she jumped and another inch slipped in all at once. 

 Spanking? Who the hell did he think he was? Her own father hadn’t spanked her. But she was too concerned not to impale herself on his dick to stop him from doing it. He slapped both her bouncy white cheeks hard enough that they burned, then reached up and stroked her face with his meaty fingers.

“You’re so pretty,” the bum told her, running a thumb over her lower lip. 

 The bull grabbed the front of her bra and tore the whole thing off. The big breasts were left hanging out in the open. They were so soft that they jiggled from the gentlest movement - round, and perky, and elongated, a pair of teardrop tits that others would’ve paid tens of thousands to fake. 

“Your body is incredible,” he said, and the way he sounded made Azula think that he was finally, after everything that happened, truly worked up. All it took was to put my tits out? I guess they’re undeniably gorgeous.

“Yours is disgusting,” she spat. 

 As he grinned at her, she could see a missing tooth in the top of his mouth. “That’s what makes it better though, right?” 

 She couldn’t deny that either. 

 It does make it better. To think of some bum using her priceless body. How could that not be hot? To think of a big black cock penetrating the tightest and most sacred space on her temple of a body raised to honor her family. The priceless white body that was their only hope for a new generation, all tainted and ruined. The pain it would give others was worth the pain she suffered right now.

 And I’m blacking myself and the rest of you, Father, thought Azula, seeing him perfectly in her mind’s eye. Would that severe face ever show doubt or weakness? Your little girl has given her cherry to away to the worst she could find. 

 The thoughts aroused so much on her that she shuddered and felt pleasure the next time her pussy pressed around his gnarled shaft. Feeling empowered by her betrayal towards these people that only ever showed her contempt, she gritted her teeth and slid all the way down on his dick till she hit his huge balls. The pain was great, but she threw her head back and laughed, ready for a challenge. “I don’t give a fuck anymore!” she screamed. “Merry Christmas, you fucking trash.” 

 Azula grinned and laughed darkly, finding it hard to stop. She leaned forwards over his massive body, struggling to get to his face without letting his BBC slip out. Staring down at his stupid face, she French kissed him without hesitation, sending her tongue into his filthy mouth.

 Only complete surrender now, she thought as she slurped on his huge tongue.  

 The massive arms wrapped around her and brought her down into his rolls of fat. Azula could still feel his dick grinding against her insides and cooed weakly, knowing her snug little pussy was being remoulded to be the perfect fit for his monstrous dick. The next time dear Father saw her, there would be an emptiness inside her shaped after his big black cock. 

 The bum suddenly turned her to the side and moved to get on top of her, all without leaving her pussy. It was an impressive feat for a guy his size. Though Azula now realized that there were over four hundred pounds of fat about to crush her hundred pound body.

 He kissed her chest lovingly and sucked her pink candy nipples between his black lips. “I’m going to eat you up.”

“Just fuck me. That’s all I ever wanted.” All I’m good for, another part of her said, and instantly reminded her of how unloved she felt. If only Father and Mother were watching her now. What were they doing, as a black bull took their daughter’s virginity?

 He began to sway back and forth, the every roll of fat on him shifting along as he pushed into her eighteen-year-old pussy. Azula spread her legs as wide as they could go and wrapped them around his gigantic body, praying that the bed would hold. 

 The sweat of his head dripped into her mouth, the heat of his obese body overwhelming her like an open furnace. “Fuck me, you nigger,” she ordered him with a devilish grin. “Go on. Ruin me.” 

 He buried his head against her chest and pumped her, dropping a part of his weight over her body. Azula struggled to get air into her lungs and scratched his back bloody with her long nails as she fought with the pain of his enormous shaft.

 That pussy had been saved for years for the perfect man. But there was never going to be the perfect man. There’s no one as perfect as me, thought Azula proudly. If her parents ever decided on a husband for her, then he would have to enter her loose pussy and realize that was not for him. Because she wasn’t about to stop doing this for anyone. 

 No matter how humiliating, this moment was the best of her life so far. If her parents would not love her, then she would fill herself up with black cum instead. It was much better anyway.  

 The entirety of his shaft slammed into her with so much force that she shrieked and lost control of herself. Her eyes rolled in her sockets and her toes wiggled helplessly. She bit down into his shoulder, trying to hold control, then licked all the way to his ear and nibbled on that. “Fill me up,” she ordered. “I want your baby.” 

 A powerful heat started in her tummy and spread all the way to make her brain tickle. Her pussy reacted in turn, squeezing him and milking out every drop as he came and groaned intensely as he emptied every drop into her.

 Exhausted, he fell to the side with rasping, laborious breaths. Azula could only feel the emptiness left by his cock now getting replaced by cool air. There was so much of his steaming hot seed that it poured out of her directly onto the sheets, and Azula could tell that even her tummy had risen. 

 She lay there, equally ashamed and excited. Maybe it would have been better to sleep with a smaller guy close to her age, like Josh. But that wouldn’t be nearly as humiliating to her family. Her virginity now belonged to this fat asshole.

 There were going to be consequences for this, there was no doubt about that. But the dark satisfaction of hurting her entirely family by doing a single thing that felt so great for her still lingered and made her feel happy enough to fall into a peaceful slumber. 

  

 Christmas morning. It was a time when all the family should’ve gotten together and opened their gifts with excitement.

 Zuko checked under the tree even though he suspected there would be nothing there. All she could give me was that stupid book. Though that video was present enough. Whatever her intentions were, he had jerked off to it so many times that he would have paid to be able to keep it. It didn’t even matter how degenerate it was to stroke it to his own sister. The only thing that mattered now was getting through the holidays without feeling like shit. He could try to fix his psyche later.

 He meant to go and check on Azula when the doorbell rang. It was a strange occurrence given that anyone coming into the building would’ve had to get through the receptionist downstairs. The only way to avoid that was to be a frequent guest or to be announced in advance.

 When he opened the door he saw a redhead standing there, chewing gum. She wore a beanie and a crop top under her jacket despite whatever freezing temperature it was out. A sports bag was slung between her already huge breasts, further evidencing their size. “Merry Christmas,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Can I come in?”

“S-Sure…” said Zuko. What could any guy say to this? Though he had no idea who she was, he was in no position to deny a girl that cool and cute looking. 

 The girl blew a bubble and popped it. “Where’s your room?”

“My room?”

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” 

 Zuko led her in, wondering what this was about. “Should I get you a drink, or?...”

“My name is Suki. I’ve been hired as your present for this year. Do you want me?”

 How could he say no? “Of course,” he whispered anxiously, suddenly feeling awkward enough to wonder what to do with his hands and whether his hair was any good. He hadn’t even showered or brushed his teeth yet. 

 Suki dropped her bag, then she took off her jacket and crop top. She unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off, then unbuttoned her jeans and slipped out of them. It all seemed very practiced. She stood before him in a high-waisted micro bikini, her cowtits heavy and so full that they were spilling out of the flimsy patch of fabric. 

 Is this heaven? Zuko wondered. Did the slut kill me in my sleep?

“Take off your clothes,” ordered Suki.

“W-What?” 

“Your clothes, take them off. Do it, or I’m leaving.” Still confused about what this was about, he discarded the shirt and pants and stood before her in his underwear. “Those too.”

 Zuko wasn’t sure how to approach this. Showing her his cock wasn’t… ideal. 

“Three… Two…”

“Okay! Okay!” he cried. He took them off and covered his crotch, eyes lowered in shame to the ground. “Why the hell are you doing this?” 

 The redhead came close enough that when he looked down he could see her pale and wonderful cleavage. “Wow, you’ve got a great body. You must work out a fuckton, huh? Me too. Too bad about your little friend down there.” 

 Suki put a cold hand under his dick and lifted it up in her palm. It wasn’t long enough to go the whole way though he was already hard from her presence. She can tell how small it is. Jesus… If not for the excitement of getting it touched by such a beautiful girl, he would’ve jumped out the window.

 He began to think that perhaps his father hired her for him. It would’ve made sense. He wants to make me into a man. 

“Stay right there,” Suki ordered.

 The redhead opened her sports bag and came back to him with two pairs of fluffy pink handcuffs. She slapped them on his ankles and cuffed his hands at the back. “Why?” Zuko asked. 

 Suki remained quiet. This time she came with a ball gag and forced that into his mouth as well, leaving him muffled and confused. Maybe this is just her thing.

“Your sister wants you to have a very good Christmas,” she revealed. 

 Azula?! No, then this is- The moment he panicked, she sucker punched him hard in the stomach. It was strong enough to make him fold, wet his eyes, and drop down to his knees in defeat.

 Out of the sports bag, Suki pulled out what looked to be a giant dildo. It was only when she put it around her waist that he understood what it was. She wants to!...

 He wanted to tell her to wait. They could talk things over. 

 Azula was screwing him again! Again! How was that possible? 

“I heard that you hate being a virgin,” said Suki with a grin. The strap-on bounced along with her tits as she walked over. Her strong hand grabbed him by the chin as if he were a little slut. “I’m here to solve that.” 

 Ordinarily, he had no doubt he could take a girl, even one as able-looking as her. But being handcuffed and also naked, he was thrown face down into the bed without any chance to fight back. She climbed on top and straddled him, then started pouring some lotion over the enormous strapon.

 Stop! he tried to say, but was muffled by the ballgag.

 Suki sang a pop rhythm under her voice as she applied the lotion to the rod. Then she leaned over him low enough that her huge cowtits pressed into his back. They were so warm and nice that Zuko would have let her kill him to feel her nipples directly on his skin. “Do you know what’s going to happen now?” she whispered hotly. 

 Zuko could feel the dildo striking his puckered asshole and trembled. Suki giggled darkly. “Let’s go.” 

 Just as she prepared to push, the doorbell rang. It did so repeatedly. “Expecting someone?” Suki asked. It was so insistent that she stood up, tossed the strapon under his bed, and went to check. 

 Dressed like that?! She was going to answer the door in that micro bikini? That was nuts. Unless this was another part of their plan. 

 He could hear her answer the door but the talking was so low he could not understand it. She had left him on the bed face down and facing the other way, making it impossible to see anything. Suki padded back into his room and Zuko could hear the bedroom door close. “One of your friends is here.” 

“Jesus,” said a voice that had to belong to Josh. “This family is crazy.”

“Yup!” declared Suki. “The sister hired me to fuck her brother, but I’m starting to think he’s not in on it.” 

 Hearing that sentence said, Zuko struggled wildly. Josh came and took out the ballgag, too disgusted by his naked body to turn him over. “Of course I’m not fucking in on it!” Zuko yelled at Suki. Despite his growing fondness for her, he needed to defend his honor, especially with Josh present. “You try anything, and I’ll kill you and my sister, both.”

“Hey!” said Suki defensively. “I was told you’re into this stuff. Blame your sister. But if you’re going to be difficult, you’re staying cuffed.” 

 I’m going to choke her to death, he decided, thinking of his evil little sister. It didn’t matter if he was sent to jail. Or whatever else happened. Azula was asking for it. This was the last straw. He would watch the eyes bulge and the life drain from her whore face.

 Josh jerked his head down to Suki’s huge soft tiddies. “You look nice.”

“Me?” Her face took on a very pleased look. “You too.”

 Just the way her eyes went over his hard body told Zuko everything he needed to know. Those guys online were right about girls spotting the chads almost instantly. It took her about a total of 0,001 seconds to decide that this was an alpha male worth fucking. 

 Josh understood this too. His hand went up and stroked her abs, going all the way up to her plump cowtits. “Damn. These are pretty fucking big.” 

“K cup,” Suki told him proudly, pushing her chest out. 

“Wow. Lucky me. And to think I came over to beg Azula for a second chance.”

“That chick?” Suki slapped his arm incredulously. “She’s ugly as fuck. You can do so much better.”

“She’s certainly a psycho,” he admitted, his strong fingers toying with the strap of her bikini top. “You seem much better.” 

 Suki beamed and reached down to stroke his thigh. “You think?”

 Josh flicked away the strap of her bikini without so much as asking permission. Suki gasped and instinctively moved closer to him as her breast lost support. It was an act so outrageous and impossible in Zuko’s world that he could only stare in wonder. But now that it was the hot black bull doing it, Suki just lowered her eyes submissively and let him peel off everything to reveal her massive milky white tits with the ghostly pale areolas. Then she grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his hand up to her inverted nipple.

“I’m not supposed to be doing this, you know,” said Suki in a sultry voice. “I have a girlfriend.” 

“A girlfriend?” He massaged her tits and tried to bring out her nipples. “I can think of an easy fix. Call her over.” 

“Easy there, buddy. She’s mine.” 

 Josh grinned. “Yeah, but you’re mine.” He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her in close enough that her bust rubbed against his chest. “So she’s loyal to you but you’re out here doing it with everyone, huh?”

“Nah.” Suki shook her head. “Not everyone. I have a secret.”

“Is that so?” 

“A dark secret.” 

 It was like dialogue straight out of a porno, but they were saying it seriously and looking at each other with such electrifying intent that the sparks reached Zuko where he lay on the bed. It was just incredible how ready she was to fuck this guy just from being around him for a few minutes. A total stranger. Almost like a programmed biological reaction.

 The bull kissed her on the mouth and lifted her up in his huge arms. Her hands were traveling at lightning speed across his entire body to feel the bulging muscles, tugging on the shirt to get it off as fast as possible. 

 Josh brought her over to the bed and threw her on top of Zuko, who grunted from the weight. Suki took off the stud’s shirt and kissed his chest in a wild frenzy as she undid his pants. Her dainty hands took out his throbbing cock and pulled her own panties aside as he lowered himself into her, both of them experienced enough with sex that any preamble was completely unnecessary. 

 Just a quick fuck in their wild sex lives, thought Zuko unhappily. All he could feel was her ass grinding against his back as Josh started fucking her. He was pumping her so hard that her huge tits were flying back and forth, slapping audibly against her chest. 

 The veins in Josh’s arms flexed as he grabbed her by the neck with both hands. “You like that, you redheaded bitch? I’ll give you a nice creampie for your girlfriend, okay? A little Christmas present.”

 Suki wrapped her slender white arms around him and kissed his shoulder with worship. “You’re so good. So big. I love you.”

 Zuko could feel his own twisted little dick pushing against the bed. He would’ve given anything to be in Josh’s position. Anything. Why can’t I be? Why was I born like this?

 The redhead looked down as if she had finally remembered him. There was a compassionate look in her blue eyes, and for a moment, Zuko thought that he might have a chance with her after the bull was done.

 Instead, she just laughed and threw a pillow over his eyes. “This isn’t for you to watch, beta boy.” 

 Even she denies me, he thought, but the humiliation did nothing to stop the throbbing of his dick. The next time Josh pushed into Suki made her moan, Zuko came against the bed, spilling everything quietly into his sheets.

 He could hear them making out and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her dripping pussy. “Hurry up,” said Suki. “I don’t have much time.” 

 Zuko yelped as she shifted her weight and crushed his ribs. Josh started fucking her again from a new position, this time pistoning her senselessly till she could no longer speak. He grunted happily and finished, then pushed her away with a proud laugh. “There you go, girl.”

 Panting hard, Suki remained on Zuko’s back. “Thank you.”

“You got a number?” 

“I’m Suki. If you can’t find me, you don’t deserve more.”

“I like that,” said Josh. “Thanks again. Oh, and Zuko. Tell your sister to call me, will you? Convince her, and I’ll owe you one.”

 Once the door opened and closed, Zuko asked, “Can I see now?” 

 The redhead got off and took the pillow away. “I forgot all about you, beta boy.” 

 Zuko looked up into her eyes and felt strange. He had felt her hand on his cock. Her ass on his back. This was the closest he had been to anyone. “What?” Suki asked him, sensing something.

“Nothing.” But really, he was thinking about how beautiful she looked. Was it really impossible, for a guy like him to get a girl like this? He would’ve done anything. Put up with anything. Even… Even another guy fucking her. It just felt nice to be around her.

 Even serving as furniture for a chick like her would’ve been better than being a lonely loser that never talked to anyone.

“You like me?”

“Yes,” he confessed. There was no real point in lying. 

“Then why don’t you do me a favor?” Suki grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of bed, then sat back down and brought him between her legs. The panties were still to the side, thick cum oozing out of her.

“I need to get going, ASAP. Why don’t you clean me up?”

 Zuko shrunk under the intense gaze of her piercing blue eyes. “Really? You’re not serious...”

“Am I? Hey, it’s your choice. I could leave here and you might never see me again. Or you can prove that you like me by doing this very uncomfortable thing for you. You’ve already been humiliated. What do you have to lose, beta boy?” 

 The thick gooey seed kept coming out of her. He slowly brought his face closer to her pussy, feeling its heat on his cheeks, trying not to think that it had all come out of Josh’s big black cock. No, I can’t do this. I’m not gay, for fuck’s sake. No! 

 Holding him by the head, she forced him down until his nose touched her lips. Suki cooed in such a way that made him hard all over again. “Why don’t you do it, honey? Please?” 

 If he could make her happy… Will she really see me again if I do this? 

 She was right. There was nothing for him to lose. What dignity was there? 

 He brought out his tongue and began to lick her pussy, ignoring the taste of the steaming seed pouring out of her. I’m licking a girl’s pussy, he told himself. I’m no longer a beta cuck…

 Zuko knew he was doing a good job because he could feel her thighs closing in around him, just as they had around Josh. “Oh, baby~” Even her moans sounded as good. Maybe better? Her fingers caressed through his black locks lovingly. “That’s exactly it.” 

 He licked up every drop and left her lips spotless, then stuck his tongue as far in as it would go and heard her giggling breathlessly. She likes it! he thought. I’ll make her come! I know I can.

 As if she had read his mind, Suki threw him off and stood up to tower over him. “That’s a good boy.” 

 She unlocked his cuffs. “I could clean you more…” Zuko offered. 

 Suki grabbed him and puckered his lips up again. “The next time some guy calls me and fills me up with his cummies, I’ll call you to eat it all up, okay?” 

 That made his knees weak and his dick twitch. Was she serious? Because, yes, sure… Anything at all for her. “W-Wait,” Zuko stammered as she got dressed. “Can I see you again?”

“That depends,” she said. “How much are you willing to pay?” 

“What do you want?”

 Suki cocked an eyebrow. “Hmmm. How does ten thousand sound?”

“Ten thousand,” he repeated. “Are you serious?”

“You live in a nice place, you’re not poor. Redistribute the wealth, beta boy. Ten thousand.”

 Zuko wondered if there was any way he could get that type of cash from his parents. He himself had nothing to his name at all. But once she finished getting dressed, she put both her hands on his head as he knelt at her feet. Looking up into her eyes pleadingly, Zuko saw her tilting her head at him as if he were a cute puppy. “Or, maybe, if you’re determined enough to find my contact, you can send me a nice message and I’ll hit you back up. If I remember you, that is.”

 Relief washed over him. So it wasn’t just for cash. “Thank you,” said Zuko. “I mean that.”

“You’re a cute beta. See you around.”

 

 Azula woke up feeling beyond groggy. 

 The daylight came through the windows and hurt her eyes. She turned the other way and felt some wetness, then reached down to realize there was still seed coming out of her from the night before. And dried blood on her thighs. Her pussy was so raw it hurt just to touch it.

 Of course, she thought. I did that. 

 She was starting to regret it now. What if it did take root? What if she really was pregnant? I need to take measures. 

 The teen turned her to the side eyes to tell her fat friend it was probably time to go. The bed, however, was empty. “What?!” she yelled out loud.

 Azula rose from the bed in an instant, heart pumping like crazy, and looked around but saw no sign of him. She put on her robe in a hurry and dashed out of the room, running through the house in search. Surely he wasn’t going around like that. Zuko might see him! 

 But there was no sign of him. She finally gave up and opened the door to her brother’s room. 

 She expected to find her whole family waiting to confront her about what she had done, but it was only Zuko at his PC playing. “Zuko!” she yelled.

 He lowered the headphones and turned for a moment to glance at her. “Huh?”

“Did you see anything?” 

“See anything? No…” 

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah? Like what?”

 Azula slammed the door and ran to the elevator. The operator was surprised to see her in a robe and slippers but asked no questions. When she got to the bottom floor she ran to the receptionist and asked him.

“Oh, the bum? We thought you kicked him out. He took off hours ago.”

“Hours ago? What’s the time now?”

 The black twins joined and checked their watches simultaneously. “Three,” they said in unison. 

 It was three in the afternoon already? How could he have left without saying anything? Did he take something? Surely her parents did not find out about him. That would have been impossible. Just impossible.

 Nevertheless, Azula could feel her pulse in her eyelid. Her head was one bad news away from exploding.

“Did something happen, miss? Did he take anything?” 

“Yes,” she said, her face twisting cruelly. “He stole from me.”

“I knew it,” one of the twins said. “Fucking bum bastard. If you want, we can call it in with our brother. He’s a cop. Maybe he can trace it back. Can you give us a description?”

“The item isn’t important. It’s the deed. I’m sure he’ll make up all sorts of stories now. He tried to sleep with me last night, can you believe it?” Azula tried to laugh it off hoping it would seem more believable, but their faces went ashen. She tried to dial it down. “He… He apologized and started crying, but apparently he was just using that to take from us. I would appreciate it if you found him before he started spreading any rumors about my family.” 

 The twins bobbed their heads. “Don’t you worry, miss. We’ll talk to our brother. We’ll find him.”

“Thank you,” said Azula with a smirk. You thought you could leave like that? Oh, you poor bastard. “Ideally… just get rid of him. I don’t want to see his mug again.” 

 The twins tried to process the implication. Once it was received, they still nodded professionally. “Sure thing, miss.” 

 That fat fuck. Leaving like that after he took her virginity. He might actually have stolen from her. She hadn’t checked. Either way, Azula never gave him permission to leave. I wasn’t done with you. 

 As she went up, she remembered Zuko’s date that she had arranged. How was he so calm and playing League? How was it possible that she hadn’t woken up as that happened, if it did? His ass should be burning right now, shouldn’t it? Not that she had ever done anything to her ass, but that was what she heard. If he enjoyed it, then this was certainly a waste of money. Maybe that little freak is worse than I thought.

“Brother,” she said upon entering his room.

 Zuko clicked his tongue. “What?” 

“Did no one visit you this morning?” 

“Merry Christmas, by the way. Visit me? You mean your prank?” 

 Azula sighed and pushed her loose hair back. “The bitch came, then?”

“Yeah, she came. Tried to sweep me off my feet. Did you think I’m dumb enough to fall for that?”

“Dumb enough?” asked Azula thoughtfully. “Not really. But you are desperate enough.” 

“Well, guess what. I didn’t.” 

“That’s sad.”

 Standing there in the middle of the room, she wasn’t sure what else to do. It was snowing outside and it was a nice day. But anxiety was all that she felt. Looking over at Zuko, she was almost tempted to tell him what took place. For the first time ever, she did not need his strength, just an ear to listen to her. “Do you want to go out for dinner?”

“With you?” Zuko laughed at her in a tone that bordered on cruelty. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s Christmas. Can’t you be nice for once?”

 He slammed his fist into the desk with such force that his monitor vibrated. “You wanted to have me raped!” 

 Azula bit down her nerves and tried to sharpen her edge instead.“By a girl. I was merciful. You would’ve enjoyed it.” 

 Her brother turned away and turned back to his game. “You have no respect.” 

“Come on, big brother. I’ll be nice. Just this once.” 

“No. I was going to be nice to you before this.” 

 Azula walked closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders. He tried to throw her off, but she persevered. “I’ll take a shower with you when we come back.”

“Huh. Right.” He laughed grimly. “I’m sure you will. Adn why would I even want that? You’re my sister.” 

“That hasn’t stopped your tiny dick from getting up to me before, has it?” 

“Screw you.” 

“Well, I’ll refine my offer. I’ll go shower now. I’ll be waiting for you.” 

 He shook his head hard. “I’m not coming.” 

“I’ll give you time to think. Let’s say forty minutes. No longer than that.” 

 

 Zuko was still at his computer twenty minutes after his sister left. Each minute counted down left him with an aching pain in his throbbing little cock. Of course, there was no way she was serious. Everything Azula did was a trick of some sorts. All to make me suffer. She has no other end goal. I should kill myself to show her that nothing would change.  

 But for the first time, those were really just words. As he sat there at the computer, he realized he didn’t want to die. The sun was out and it was nice out. He was winning his game despite being interrupted. And he now had a beautiful redhead to track down and try to court. 

 Life is good, he told himself. I don’t need her. I don’t. 

 Half an hour passed without him shaking her off successfully. All he could picture was Azula naked in the shower, waiting for him. It was the offer of a lifetime. What if it really was a peace deal? Wasn’t that too much to pass up? Especially when it came with such a perk? Suki’s words from before rang in his ears: You’ve already been humiliated. What do you have to lose?  

 What did he have to lose by at least checking out to see if it was sincere? Worst case scenario, it just wasn’t true. He could live with that.

 He just wasn’t sure he could live having passed up on her offer.

 The game started, but Zuko got up and left it running. Feeling nervous, he padded out of his room and then went over to her door. He knocked once but there was no answer. He cracked the door open and entered, then got close to her bathroom and heard the sound of the shower running on the other side. 

 It’s a trick. He shook his head. I know it is. Why am I even trying? I’m so stupid. So weak. God. I hope this kills me. 

 Zuko cracked the door open slowly, ready for anything. 

 But there his little sister was: in the shower, as promised, perfectly visible through the clouded glass. Azula noticed him. “Come on in, big brother.”

“If you try anything. I’ll kill you. I swear it.” 

“I would’ve thought you’d beg me to try something. But have it your way. I guess we’ll do nothing.” 

 You know what I meant! he thought, hoping she wasn’t misunderstanding him. It wouldn’t hurt to do something...

 Zuko took off his clothes and entered the shower, prepared for whatever mockery might follow. 

 As soon as her naked body came into view, he did his best to look up at her face, afraid of what bullying he might face if he dared to enjoy her exposed breasts and butt. Azula smirked contemptuously at his attempt, water dripping from her collarbone all the way down to the tips of her teardrop breasts. “You know, I’ve been doing some thinking,” she said, spraying the water down over her face. 

 Since her eyes were closed, he gave himself a pass to look at her big breasts. They were a good dealer smaller than Suki’s but certainly more shapely and refined, with areolas barely larger than her tiny bullet nipples. And the way her protruding ribs led into a pair of fat titties was stunning. “And what have you discovered?”

“We shouldn’t be enemies.”

“We aren’t. At least, I don’t think so.”

 Azula lowered the shower again and met his eyes. “I suppose I have a degree of fault too.”

“Oh, really? You think?” asked Zuko, crossing his arms defiantly.

 His sister sprayed him with the shower. “Don’t get cocky!” she yelled. “And hide your little dicklet, too. I’m using my beauty to manipulate you, I never said I needed to see your disgusting body.”

 Ah, there she was. His sister. That didn’t take long. “Thanks.” He now felt self-conscious enough to cover up.

“My point is that you can have as many showers as these as you want if you’re good to me. Perhaps even more than showers. Impress me, and we shall see.”

“So I’m supposed to be your slave so I can maybe get a reward someday?”

 Azula turned and shifted her ass upward, letting the water course down the rounded white cheeks. “Don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying this, creep.”

“I never said that. You are gorgeous, after all.” It was humiliating to compliment her given the way she was treating him but it felt strangely satisfying. 

 His sister looked at him over her shoulder almost like in the video. “Gorgeous? You’ve never called me that. Huh. Are you trying to manipulate me, loser?” 

“No, I mean it.” Zuko could feel his cock harden the more he pushed it. “You really are gorgeous in every way. From your brown eyes to your black hair to your curved nose and your sharp chin.” 

 Azula looked shocked. “What’s wrong with you?” Her anger flared and she whipped the shower at full blast over him again. “ARE YOU TRYING TO MESS WITH ME?” 

 Zuko could only laugh. “No!” 

 She turned off the shower and covered her breasts. “Get out. You’re making me feel strange.” 

 As his foot was about to land out of the shower, she grabbed him by the arm. “Wait! Wait…” Azula breathed hard, nostrils flaring. “That was a joke, right? You don’t mean what you said, do you?”

“I do.” Zuko took a deep breath and felt oddly at peace. “I’ve decided I don’t care what you do to me. You can try, but you’re my sister, and you won’t make me love you less no matter what you do. So I’m going to show you that I love you and I’m going to remind you that you’re smart, and beautiful, and all the rest.” 

 None of this was planned, but it just flowed naturally for whatever reason, as if he had found himself in a spot of perfect cosmic balance.  

 Azula stared at him, saying nothing. “Liar!” she yelled, as if to test the waters. 

 Zuko shook his head. “Nope. You’re right. You are much better than me. It should always have been you. I think you would kill me if you could get ahead, but I could never do that. You are the son Father always wanted. I’m not. But just because I’m not as tough as you, doesn’t mean I can’t be useful to you in some ways. And it sure doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.” 

 Azula started to shake. Tears came to her eyes and then she shrieked. “GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE! I never want to see you again. You’ll never see me again, you fucking subhuman piece of shit. How dare you insult me like this? Tiny dicked loser! Get away, virgin! Get away!” 

 As he left, Zuko felt no anger, only joy and relief washing over him. Why did it take so long to tell her how he felt? We’re too old to keep playing these childish games. 

 He had felt something earlier, when he pleasured Suki. It may not have been much. And sure, objectively, it may have been pathetic. But he brought her pleasure. And she liked him for it. He could have been indignant and hurled insults, or not done anything, but instead he did what he wanted to deep down anyway, and in return he kind of got her to like him. 

 I’m not all bad, he thought happily. Not really.

 As he brought the redhead’s image in his mind, he was determined. I’m going to find her and get her. I don’t care about her girlfriend or the other guys. I want her.

 And he made Azula cry. Not even by being mean. He had never made her cry. Never. No matter what. I’ll help her get better. I know I can. 

 When he got to the PC his game was lost, but that did not matter either. Who cared about some stupid ranks? He needed to make some friends. Even if they were awful at the game. All that really mattered was having a good time. 

 He was in the process of looking for some in random matches when Azula opened the door and very carefully strolled in. She wore pajamas and had a towel over her head. “Hello, idiot brother.” 

“Hello, little sister.” 

“Are you still going to keep messing with me? Is this a long con, or what?” She giggled mischievously and dropped down into his bed. “It’s not going to work. I’ll make you break. You can’t get to me like I can get to you.” 

“You’re right. I can’t.”

“UGH!!” Azula hissed in exasperation. “I’m starting to hate you more, so you can stop now. Really. It’s not working.” 

“Well, that’s fine. I’m just saying what I feel.” 

 She got up from the bed and came to cover his eyes so he couldn’t play. “Go on,” she insisted. “Hit me. I won’t take them away. You’ll lose your precious match.” 

“I’m playing unranked.” 

 His sister’s arms dropped away. “Fine. Play your sick little game.” 

“There’s no game. I mean it.” 

 Azula stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind her. 

 She was back a second later. “I still want to go to dinner. You came into the shower, so that’s final. You made a deal!” 

“We will,” said Zuko gently. “There’s time.” 

 His sister moved away but left the door open. He assumed she forgot it that way until she heard her voice. “You know… about what you said before…” The voice sounded pained. Distraught. Annoyed. 

“Actually,” she said after a pause, “never mind.” 

 And then she slammed the door back into place.





 Azula couldn’t quite buy the sudden holiday spirit that came over her brother. Since when had he become capable of showing love and respect? All he knows how to do is cry himself to sleep, pathetic worm. 

 They were done with their first dinner course, during which Azula tried to be as civil as possible. If he wanted to play this game and pretend he was a loving brother, why would she stop him? 

 Zuko glanced at his chopsticks thoughtfully. “Maybe I should get another bowl.” 

“Get as many as you want, big brother. It’s Christmas.” May they choke you. 

  His eyes scoured the nearby tables, looking for a waiter, but there was none. This was an esteemed restaurant that they were at, and Azula felt pleased by the low lights, intricately carved wood of the interior, and the ivory that inlaid their table. This was the right place for people like her. Unsurprisingly, then, that most of the people around them were the richest and finest in the city. 

“You know, that girl that came today,” Zuko started. “The one that you sent.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you still have her number?” 

 Oh my! So this was his reason for acting polite? That redheaded cunt got to him so well? Maybe hiring her wasn’t a mistake after all. “I believe so,” said Azula. 

 Zuko gulped and chewed emptily. “Do you think you could pass it on to me?” 

 From the look in his eyes, he was expecting her to refuse. But Azula got another idea. “Of course. Do you want to call her now?” 

“N-Now?”

“Yes, sure! Let’s go.” She led him down the hallway to the bathrooms and opened the door leading to the the female one. “Come in, after me.”

“But this is for girls…” 

“Do you want to call her or not?” 

 Her big brother was so desperate that he nodded and followed along like a good slave. Azula shoved him into one of the stalls and got in after him. “Now, let’s see…” She looked around through her list of contacts till she finally came across Suki and made it ring. “Here you go.” 

 Zuko looked terrified as he took it up. His lips were trembling. 

 Suki picked up. “Yeah?” she said in a harsh, indifferent tone. 

‘Suki it’s m-me. Zuko. Remember? We met earlier.” 

 As he spoke, Azula reached down and put a hand on his thigh. His eyes went wide and locked with hers. She grinned, leading her fingers all the way up to his cock, squeezing it through his pants. I’ll teach you a fine lesson for messing with me, big brother. How dare you say you love me?

“Oh!” said Suki. “Of course I remember. My favorite beta boy. How’s your mouthfeel?”

“My what?”

 Suki giggled playfully. “Never mind.” 

 He was so distracted by Azula that he wasn’t sure what to say. “You’re… enjoying… tonight?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure. It’s fine.” 

 Azula unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. The same tiny pencil dick from before shot out, stiff and flexing up and down constantly.

 Smiling, she gripped it and began to stroke it, feeling the wimpy dick barely filling out her palm. Almost as small as his remaining dignity. 

 Zuko moaned under his breath. “You okay?” asked Suki. “Don’t tell me you’re this nervous. You wanted to call me.” 

“I just… I’m… sorry…” 

“Hah!” Suki laughed energetically. “You’re so pathetic it’s almost cute, you know? I kinda like that.” 

 Azula was surprised to hear the redhead giving him the time of day. Of course, she was a worthless whore, but still far better than the lowest of the low like her brother. Was she trying to take advantage of him? Drain Father and Mother’s fortune, and thus her own, through this cuck?

 Azula brought her lips to his ear and whispered: “She’s right that you’re pathetic. But it’s not cute at all.” 

 Zuko stood there, shaking breathlessly, trying to find the words to say to Suki as his sister stroked his small dick and whispered softly in his other ear. “I like… you too…” 

“U2? Sure, that band is decent.” Suki just started laughing by herself. Did she really think that was a funny joke? Subhumans, every single one of them. “I’m kidding, beta boy. Listen, I’ve got to go. My girlfriend’s going to be back any minute. Merry Christmas, alright? Let’s talk again.”

“Merry Christmas,” whispered Zuko with faltering self-control.

 The moment she hung up he dropped the phone from his hand. Azula squeezed his dick with all her strength and pulled on it hard enough to tear it off, hearing him whimper like some small child.

“Did you think I’d fall for your little game? What, you use my heart against me so you can get the number of some whore?”

“No… That’s not why…”

“Silence!” she ordered. “Or I’ll rip this tiny thing right off.” 

 Azula had never expected to feel such power from playing with his cock, and yet she did. It should have been obvious. Just like that bum, Zuko was a piece of trash. Utter scum. Touching him could not ever take away from her honor, because he could never gain in the process. His was an empty, slave’s pleasure. 

 The teen milked the dick in her hand, watching his eyes roll back and a bit of spit dribble past his open lips. So much for the powerful heir. All it took was one hand to leave him a mindless coomer.

“Your dick belongs to me from now on, do you understand?” 

“Yes…” said Zuko breathlessly.

“Yes, what?”

“What?”

“From now on, you will worship me. You will look down as I pass you by and you will kneel when I address you. I am your goddess. Do you understand?”

 Zuko gulped hard. “Yes, goddess.” 

 Azula smirked victoriously. “God, but you’re weak. Beta boy? More like Kill-yourself Boy.” 

 Her hand jerked his tiny shaft in disgust a couple more times and moved out of the way. He shot his watery cum all over the stall door, moaning like a little bitch. 

 Azula reached into her pocket and brought a pink chastity cage. She had reserved it as a special punishment if things went according to plan. Somehow, though, the opportunity to use it still came in spite of it all.  

 She put the thing around his shriveled dick and pressed as tightly as possible before she turned the key of the lock. “Your clitty belongs to me now, big brother. I hope you know that.”  

 Azula released him with disgust and picked up her phone. Even though she had thrown it last night and Zuko it dropped now it was still fine. Resilient. Just like her. He seriously thought he could break me? Idiot…

 She glanced back at him one more time and noticed the terror in his eyes. A woman was coming into the bathroom. “Help!” she cried theatrically. “There’s a pervert coming all over the place.” 

 Laughing, she headed back to the table. 

 Maybe this Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

