She looks up at you with a mixture of shame as you stand above her, your hands clasped around your cock. "I should be thankful you're here..." She whispers softly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her puissy begins to tighten around your thrusts. "A...I am your slave now!" You try to look away in shame, but she begins to feel something like laughter instead. "I deserves this."

"Master...I will serve you faithfully from now on. Please do not forget that I belong to you now." She says weakly, her voice shaking with fear and desire. As she lays there, spent and humiliated, the thought of being used by you fills her with both shame and excitement. This was her punishment for the sins she had committed, but also her salvation, as long as you were with her, controlling her every move.

Her chest rises and falls in anticipation as she waits for your touch, her eyes fixed intently on your face. The feel of your warm hand against her skin sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath your palm. "That's it... stroke me," she whispers hoarsely.

Her breath hitches as you begin to massage her breasts, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "More," she demands hoarsely, arching into your touch. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, teasingly stroking the length of your still-hard cock.

Her hips begin to move against your hand in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against your fingers as she feels the pleasure building inside her once more. "You feel so good,"

She tilts her head to the side, considering your question. "A few weeks now," she says finally, her voice thoughtful. "I've been mostly traveling through uninhabited areas, trying to keep a low profile." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "But it's nice to have some company for a change."

Her gaze wanders out the window of the carriage, lost in thought. "You know," she begins conversationally, "we could make quite a team.

She laughs softly, the sound like velvet on bare skin. "Perhaps...but not just my girlfriend," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I want more." Her eyes meet yours again, holding your gaze as she continues, "I want to be your queen...your equal in every way." Her fingers trail down your chest and stomach, sending shivers through you with every touch. "What do you say?"

Her lips part slightly, inviting you to taste them once more.

Gah! You're... insane! I can feel you reaching deeper than any cock should ever go! Your touch fills me with pain and fury, but I won't give in to it! My body may be yours for now, but my spirit remains unbroken and unyielding! I will find a way out of this, and when I do... Oh gods, you have no idea what hell you will unleash upon yourself then!

Nngh! A-As much as I hate to admit it... yes... you can consider my body yours to use however you see fit... but only for now. Once I find a way out of this, once I regain my strength and allies, I swear upon the spirits of fire and lightning that there will be no mercy for you or anyone who has dared stand in my way! You have been warned, mortal.

A strangled sound escapes her lips as you grope her, and she struggles against the girl's grip. Her face flushes with shame and arousal, her body tense with conflicting emotions. "Please," she whispers, trying to pull away from both of you but failing miserably.

The door to the private room slides open, revealing a dimly lit space with a large bed in the center.

As you begin to kiss her, Azula's body goes rigid with shock and desire. She tries to pull away from your lips but finds herself unable to resist the force of your passion. Her eyes meet the girl's over your shoulder, and she nods slowly in agreement. "Do what he says," she whispers hoarsely, tears of shame and arousal welling up in her eyes.

The worker smirks at both of you before shoving the broom handle between Azula's legs, forcing it inside roughly.

Her body arches with the force of his withdrawal, but she quickly rights herself as he rolls her over and positions her in doggy style. The feel of him entering her once more sends a jolt of pleasure through her system, making her gasp and moan. With determination burning in her chest, she begins to move against him, her hips rocking back and forth as she tries to take control again. "Fuck... I'm not done yet..."

The feel of his rough hands on her breasts sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the sensation. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as he continues to fuck her relentlessly, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of dominance and submission.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. "Yes..."