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Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Aang heaved a small sigh and resisted the urge to scold her for calling Katara a 'barbarian.' It wouldn't do much good to try and correct her, few things would change Azula's worldview. For now he decided to focus on the task at hand, his cheeks growing a tad pinker as the second most dangerous enemy he'd ever known mounted him. His first time with Katara had been enjoyable and exciting, but there was an edge to all this that only added to the pleasure. Still, he made sure not to get too invested. Just in case Azula had another plan on hand, or some hidden weapon she planned on using. One thing that immediately became clear was the immense heat wrapped around his cock, making him gasp sharply by the time she'd fully engulfed him. He'd heard talk that Fire Nation girls were hot as hell, but he didn't think people meant that literally. Aang's left hand gripped Azula's corresponding breast, his right hand hooking under her backside to get a good feel for it too. Damnit... Aang really hated to admit it, but the woman mounting him was drop dead gorgeous like this.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

She set the pace, lifting her bottom up and slipping off the cock so much that just the tip was inside of her. Azula then sent her bottom crashing down onto his cock, forcing his swollen balls to swing. One of her small hands went down to stroke his balls, coaxing them to get bigger. Ahhhh.....Avatar, when is the last time you took the time to cum? Or has the Fire Nation kept you too busy from being able to attend to your base needs? She inquired of him, leaning close and whispering into his ear. Azula bit his ear, every bit the hellion he was worried she would be. Your thick cock is delicious.... Her inner most walls were hot and thick, wrapping around his shaft and not wanting to let go. Her lips trailed down from his ears, going to his neck and beginning to suck and bite down. She was going to leave marks that would be quite hard for Aang to explain away from Katara. It was as if she was marking him as her own, painted nails dragging down his back.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Katara had been a virgin, but ultimately had more knowledge going in than Aang had. Sexuality was often incorporated into water tribe healing, giving her some intimate knowledge. Azula, in contrast, had that knowledge and practical experience that left the monk very much on the defensive. And with each nibble on his neck it became a little harder to focus on the fact that this girl had once hunted him for sport. He shivered, his heavy balls tense in her grasp as he felt the entirely of his cock briefly getting thicker. Has this been... on your mind for a while? Aang asked, leaning into Azula's embrace until Azula's bust was quashed to his taut chest. A few more jerks of Azula's hips had even her cervix spreading, the peak of his impressive shaft probing into her womb. Both of his hands snapped around sharply, fingers sinking into the plush cheeks of Azula's ass, stroking with a keen experimental interest.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

She breathed in his scent, finding him to be incredibly intoxicating in this moment. Truth be told, she had thought of this pretty soon after her incarceration. She just had to be patient and bide her time, allow enough time to pass to seem complacent. But if she couldn't be treated like a Queen of the Fire Nation, she could at least earn respect as the woman who birthed the new generation of air benders. If anything, she could rule Aang with her body, in order to get her way. Perhaps....I've dreamed of your cock ravaging my noble womb, filling me with your seed..... Azula breathed in his ear, before returning to nibbling on it, nails drawing blood as she continued to pump herself faster on his cock. She plated her feet on the edge of the bed to help give her some leverage.
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Aang winced at the sudden pain, feeling Azula's manicured nails sinking into his back just above the briar of burnt scar tissue her brother had given him. Time hadn't done much to fade it. That so...? You're a strange woman Azula, Aang idly remarked. Though, thinking back, he had wondered if the princess wanted to do more than kill him. Given the chance, she probably would have kept him for herself. Right about now, that didn't seem like the worst prospect in the world. Spirits, he was really doing this... Well, Azula was true to her word on this part. A harsh groan left him, feeling Azula's last downward stroke push him past his limit. The young monk's cock pulsed inside her, each throb signalling a burst of thick and rich cum that lanced out to fill her womb. He panted hotly against her, burying his face in the crook of Azula's neck as the intense surges of cum gradually subsided. It seemed, barring divine intervention, that Azula would soon be carrying her first airbender. Her grandfather would have burst a vein if he had any idea what she was up to now...
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Make up was one of the items that were forbidden to her there. But, it was easy to suck a guard off and be rewarded a solitary, small bottle of red polish. And it was certainly worth it. Personal care items were invaluable to the girl. helping her to feel her best and have the confidence to pull off such a scheme. It wasn't as nice as having servants give you a manicure, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. She purred, whispering in his ear. I might be a strange woman....but you're cumming inside this strange woman. She laughed lightly. Honestly, she wouldn't have killed the Avatar. That had been the folly of her Grandfather and Father. Instead, she would have kept him, and ensured that his line would have continued. However, she would have assigned one of her cohorts to the task. Ty Lee would have been a good girl to breed with him. As Aang came inside of her, Azula was far from her own orgasm. She was too busy calculating, ensuring that she stayed close, so he blew his load right inside of her womb. It would be highly likely that she would bear his first child, before Katara. Her hand reached behind her to stroke his ball sack, attempting to coax the last bit out. While that had been fun, it was merely a business transaction at this moment. And one that she determined to stay on top of. The fire bender slid off of his cock, her pussy leaking his seed. She stepped over to her robe that had fallen onto the floor, picking it up. But as she did so, she was certain to give him a good view of her backside. From where he sat, he could see the seed leaking out of her, running down her leg. Azula picked it up, slipping it on, completely casual. She turned her head to look to him, not closing her robes. Well? Was that a decent deposit? Azula stroked her lower belly, as if encouraging the seed to take hold. You certainly...made an impression.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Aang caught his breath slowly, and it took him a few moments to snap back to reality. He had just fucked Azula, the thought alone nearly making his head spin. Perhaps worst of all was the simple fact that he had enjoyed it. Immensely. Aang swallowed hard and moved to stand, his heavy shaft wobbling in the process. He was about half hard, looking as if he could get it up again easily. Seemed he had a good deal of stamina to hand. Well, a deal's a deal. But I can't just snap my fingers and walk you out of here, there's paperwork and stuff that needs signing. He moved to his trousers and slid them up swiftly, feeling a little more secure now that the princess couldn't just jump his bones again. Katara and I live on a temple on a small island, and the guest house should do well for your house arrest. Please don't fight with Katara if you guys run into each other. Somehow, he had a feeling those two would go at it eventually...
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

A guest house? Azula sounded incredulous. This was not what she had in mind. Not to mention, being on an island. I hope it is spacious enough.if you plan on needing a place to house our children to be. She walked back over to her chair, seemingly as cold as ever. Azula took a seat, wrapping her robe around herself. She looked greatly displeased with this new knowledge, sighing and looking back to him. Tucking some ebony hair behind her ear, her sharp eyes softened slightly. Is there at least a garden? Being in the gardens at the Capital City palace was some of her happiest memories. Like the time that she ignited a royal flower on fire, an early show of her bending prowess. In reality, she just wanted the attention of her mother, which was typically lavished upon her brother. Instead, the brat tattled on her, and she ended up burning his bottom as punishment. Azula couldnt understand, as a young child, why her mother would favor Zuko over her. She was by all accounts, smarter and more skilled. Shouldnt she be the one who her mother doted on? She hoped that she could end up being a much more fair mother than her own, and showing proper love to the children that deserved it. But, the cogs in her mind were already turning. Perhaps, if she bore him a child before Katara, she could gain preferential treatment. It was well known, that in the history of the Fire Nation, many rulers formed harems. The only thing that kept her father from doing so was his desire to only create superior children with a direct descendant of an Avatar. And in history, the concubines who granted the Fire Lord children, always lived comfortable lives. Eventually even enjoying elevated status, as their children may become the next ruler or war generals.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

All in all it took about two weeks to get everything sorted. The reason Aang gave for this change was twofold Stating that he believed Azula had repaid a good deal of her debt to society, and that the air nomads preferred rehabilitation to incarceration. On some level, the latter half was true. If Zuko could change, surely Azula could too. And Aang genuinely wanted to believe that such was the case if she was going to be carrying his children. Still, he felt uneasy. While he had guards monitoring her, there was a continuous doubt in his mind that made him feel as if he was being played. Azula was a chessmaster, after all. Describing her home as a 'guest house' was rather modest. Most would envy her new two story abode, each room spacious with all the facilities a person could need. Much of the furnishings were supplied already but, if she so wished, Azula could always make a request to her guards for something new provided it wasn't too frivolous. The seaside view from her new home, looking out from the edge of the island, was also quite a treat. True to his word, there was even a large back garden that Azula could tend to. Given how busy his schedule had been, he hadn't been able to visit much in the short time Azula had been here But ultimately Aang knew he would have to put his money where his mouth was about helping Azula being a better person. And if she was going to be a mother to his children, it'd be weird if they didn't have some kind of relationship. He made his way down the modest hill leading to the back of her estate.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

In between the time it took for her to be transferred to her new seaside prison, along with the short amount of time the Avatar spent away from her, she began to feel a bit ill in the morning. She remembered her mother, Ursa, suffering the same malady when she was pregnant with Zuko. But until she was showing, she had to assume that she was not pregnant yet. Her moon cycle had always been spotty at best, something the Palace doctors blamed on her unbalanced yin. She didnt put much stock into their words then, and the prisoner wouldnt start to now, as well. The housing situation wasnt as upsetting as she thought it would be, and the garden was pleasant. Of course, it was nothing compared to the grand gardens in Capital City. But, a girl had to adjust. She always hated water before, but now, it acted as an informal guard around her. In time, she hoped she could find some joy from the sea. But day in and day out, with her isolation, it simply reminded her that she was there against her will. The guards were nothing short of courteous, but they were still there to do their job. And Azulas snake-like personality was legendary, so they were careful to keep their distance. The ring that prevented her bending was still chi bound to her, in order to keep her obedient. Azula dressed in the simple robes that were given to her, but at least they were still in the red hues. As a treat, the sash she wore was as golden as her eyes, and no longer sewn in. She was in the garden, seated and examining her flowers. After all, in her garden, she ensured that they grew to only appease her. Much of the flora here was foreign to her, but it was no less enjoyable. As he approached the gardens, it was easy to sense his approach. Even if her bending was inhibited, it was still possible for her to sense someone with significant abilities, like Aang. Her hair was still loose around her, but much more maintained. So, you finally visited. Has your woman become too frigid?
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Aang sighed faintly. Somehow he knew that was what Azula would bring up. No, it's nothing like that, Aang replied. Though Katara was hardly thrilled by current events, she could at least understand on some level why Aang had gone along with this. For now though it would be best to keep the two girls away from each other. I just wanted to visit and see how you're doing, he said. It was strange really. For a girl who had spent much of her life dealing with people with ulterior motives, Aang was actually genuine. On some level he wanted to be kind to her and get to know her, because there had to be a good person in there somewhere. He hoped so, at any rate. Aang took a seat across from her, examining the well groomed flowers she had been tending to. Well... I know this isn't a palace or anything like that. But I hope you at least like it here. Is there anything else you need? he asked.
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Azula looked over her shoulder to him, a look of confusion on her face. Honestly, very few people in her life were ever worried about her. Even if her brother came and visited her during her time in solitary confinement, it still felt forced. As if he were going through the motions, due to being siblings. But with Aang, the man certainly didn't have to show up and treat her to any kindness. There certainly had been some guards she pleasured that had done nothing for her in return. But the Avatar had done precisely as he promised, giving her better living quarters and a faint sense of freedom. She hesitated, one of her hands going to toy with a bloom that was too close to her. That one would have to be dealt with, later. This is....better than expected. The Princess wasn't about to profusely thank him, but she figured she should give credit where it was due. I never....liked the sea before. But now...it isn't as bad. It was hard for her articulate how peaceful the waves were at night, when she attempted to fall asleep, hoping that he could understand her.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

It took me a little while to get used to it too. Every where else feels weird to sleep in most places when you've grown up in the mountains, the monk replied, managing a small smile. But with how much travelling I had to do, I got used to sleeping anywhere. The ocean's pretty nice, and the climate here is usually good. It got chilly in the winter, but it was a small price to pay for how good it was otherwise year round. After a moment he glanced back to the former princess. Still... this has gotta be a big adjustment for you. And I imagine your prison guards weren't the nicest, most chatty guys around. Though Azula could really make them sing. Can't promise I'll always be available, but if you're gonna carry my children... it'd make sense to get to know you better, right? So, if you ever want to talk or anything, I'll try and be there for you, he offered.
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

It certainly isn't as grand as Capital City....and it is a bit chilly. Azula hated to admit, making casual conversation. She wanted to let him know that she thought she could be with child after their one tryst, but she wanted to be certain that she was heavy with child before letting him know. And if she had to spend the remainder of her days on this god forsaken island, she had best make the most of it. One day, she might even have to talk to Katara. She felt a perverse satisfaction, knowing that the woman was fuming. While Water Tribes tended to have multiple partners, she supposed it was a bit different for Aang to choose a woman who wanted him dead a few years ago. I appreciate you attempts to connect. Her voice sounded colder than she intended, but a soft smile was on the edge of her lips. And besides, if you don't visit me frequently to take advantage of your rights to breed me, how can you plan to re-start your clan?
Thread: Penal Labor (Poppy)

Aang laughed nervously. She was all business, as ever, and he couldn't help but be disarmed by how blunt she was. Yes, that was the truth at the heart of this. Aang needed to revive his people and Azula was sick of being in a tiny cell, so this arrangement was ultimately a blessing for the both of them. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want more. Speaking of... Aang said, clearing his throat. It's been a while since we did it... I know it wouldn't be instant or anything, but have you felt any side effects or anything? the monk asked. He was sure she must have been, given how much he had cum inside her. And the prison doctor had been clear in stating that Azula was certainly fertile, as would be expected of a royal. Still, he had to wonder.
Thread: By The Horns [DamonHuntington x Marinara]

td Jacob Thorsson slung his nearly eight feet tall body across the sofa, reaching to grab his cellphone with a loud grunt. The piece of furniture creaked loudly in response to the sudden motion, conforming to the bodily shape of the towering half-bull as he stretched to grab hold of the object. Atta boy , he said as he opened his social media website with a wide grin. Let's see what you have for me today, Rider . Rider was the handle adopted by the person he was currently talking to, and the boy that Jacob was intent on claiming as his own. They had met online during a casual discussion and hit it off nearly immediately, talking for hours and hours on end through the span of many days. Rider asked Jacob or Bulldozer, as he was known inside the website if he could have any pictures, but Jacob declined - fully knowing that the sight of the creature could be enough for Rider to walk away. The half-bull decided to keep that a secret until the bitter end. Rider, however, did not the same he sent a picture claiming to be himself, which was promptly exploited for more information. Jacob intended to discover more about the person that he was talking to, but could only uncover the fact that the image he sent was a fake - Rider was lying to his face and claiming to be someone that he wasn't. It was at that moment that the half-bull decided to take matters into his own hands he would teach the guy to not lie to anyone again. The male's finger slid through the screen of the phone, scrolling across the messages they had sent to each other. Rider hey there sexy Bulldozer hey, how u doin? Rider good, hbu? Bulldozer fine 2. would be better if u were here with that sexy ass of urs Rider hmm, sounds good... - Rider lemme ask you something Rider why bulldozer? Bulldozer bcause I'm hung like a bull and will wreck your body Rider can't wait for that Rider I need a strong man to take good care of me Jacob now expected that to be a disguise, however - a little show of smoke and mirrors that was supposed to disguise his real nature. Who was Rider, after all, and what did he want from Bulldozer? Was he just wanting to lead him on, or was there something else that was still not revealed? The half-bull wondered for a while, then decided to put it all to the test. Bulldozer come over today Bulldozer as my bitch, you can't say no Bulldozer autumn drive, 17, at 8 sharp Bulldozer don't be late, or you'll be bull-whipped He then threw the phone away and leaned back, eliciting yet another loud creak from the couch. Now I'm going to see who you truly are, bitch , Jacob told himself as he awaited for a reply. tdtd td
Thread: By The Horns [DamonHuntington x Marinara]

td The phone buzzed to life twice in quick succession. Rider minute after ok? wouldn't mind that bull-whipping Rider catch you 2nite - Great, so it seemed like everything was falling into place, just like Jacob desired. The thrill of showing Rider's true colours surged through his veins with an explosion of adrenaline. Tonight things would go the exact way that the half-bull intended he was ready for the worst and would not let anyone get a rise on him, regardless of who they were. Time seemed to drag as the male walked around the room, impatient. Why couldn't Rider appear anytime soon? Instead of twiddling his thumbs, Jacob decided to give a deeper research towards the other person, out to no avail. Every time he seemed to grab hold of a lead, the information disappeared right before his eyes. People that claimed to have previously been in contact with Rider refused to address the events altogether, as if they were bound by vows of secrecy. The fake picture, too, did not lead the half-bull to anywhere the other person had simply acquired the image from an underground website that offered photographic services for models. All of this only served to make Jacob even warier of Rider's demeanour. It seemed like he was not one to leave loose endings behind for whatever reason, which only conveyed the fact that whatever he did, he did it well. The mysterious online person was certainly a force to be reckoned. Without a warning, the doorbell rang. 'Bulldoze' closed the portable computer and walked slowly to the door. His heart beat strongly in his chest, knowing that this was the time to fight and take the other person by surprise. Not like he should have any problems with it - at the towering height of nearly eight feet, no normal human would be a match for him. Jacob opened the door and said come in in the kindest voice he could muster, despite his low vocal register. Expecting trouble, he concealed himself behind the swinging motion of the door, awaiting for the opportunity to strike. tdtd td