/lit/ - Literature

>Azula had just been shipped out from the Boiling Rock prison, where following the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai at the hands of the Avatar, she was detained and repeatedly raped in preparation for her new master. But even on the boat, Azula had no idea who this man would be. It was not until she passed through the front doors of his domacile, that she saw him: uncle Iroh.
>The guards who had once served her she complied with, under threat of harm to her father, but to service the very man who had overturned her nation was unthinkable. Iroh.
>She waited for her escorts to leave. Iroh clasped her wrist, and planted an open mouth kiss on her lips. The door closed and with all her might, Azula bent fire into her uncle's mouth—only for him to turn to the side, and snort it out.
>"You thought you could breathe fire into the dragon's mouth?" said Iroh. "It seems the guards fucked everything into you but some sense!"

>Azula had just been shipped out from the Boiling Rock prison, where following the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai at the hands of the Avatar, she was detained and repeatedly raped in preparation for her new master. But even on the boat, Azula had no idea who this man would be. It was not until she passed through the front doors of his domacile, that she saw him: uncle Iroh.
>The guards who had once served her, she complied with, under threat of harm to her father, but to service the very man who had overturned her nation was unthinkable. Iroh.
>She waited for her escorts to leave. Iroh claped her wrist, and planted an open mouth kiss on her lips. The door closed and with all her might, Azula bent fire into her uncle's mouth—only for him to turn to the side, and snort it out.
>"You thought you could breathe fire into the dragons mouth?" said Iroh. "It seems the guards fucked everything into you but some sense!"