Conquering Heroines: Starting From A World Of Zombies

Despite everything, Ryuji had to admit—Azula had an intoxicating allure.

Her madness didn't diminish her beauty. If anything, it enhanced her dangerous charm. There was a wild grace to her—a raw, magnetic confidence that made her mesmerizing. And, well… she exuded a powerful, unmistakable aura of dominance.

"How does it feel?!" Azula's voice was a sharp, breathless command as she rode Ryuji with merciless precision. Her thighs clenched around his hips, her lithe body glistening with sweat under the dim firelight. Every movement was calculated—every roll of her hips, every tight squeeze of her inner walls—designed to break him.

"This is the royal pussy of the Fire Nation's princess!" she hissed, her nails digging into his chest. 

"The body of the world's greatest woman. And you—" She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "You will submit."

Her voice was proud, almost manic, but her eyes held something deeper: hunger, ambition, desperation.

Though she had initially winced in pain, she had quickly found pleasure in the act. Now, she stared down at Ryuji like a jeweler appraising a rare gem.

She didn't know how he could wield multiple bending arts—but the fact remained that he could. That made him a treasure beyond measure. And for Azula, who sought to overthrow her brother and the Avatar, a man with power akin to the Avatar's was essential.

If she wanted to challenge her brother, to defy destiny, then she needed someone like him. Someone powerful, unpredictable, unbound by this world's limits.

She had to claim him. Even if this power was unique to his bloodline, even if she couldn't wield it herself—then at the very least, her children would inherit it.

Otherwise, she stood no chance.

Only by securing this strength could she defeat her brother.

Only by bearing a powerful heir—by binding Ryuji to her bloodline—could she hope to defeat her enemies and reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers.

If she could carry that power within her, even as a mother, then perhaps she could silence the whispers that branded her as broken. Perhaps she could reforge herself in the eyes of the Fire Nation—instead of leaving her to rot in an asylum under the Avatar's watchful eye.

For Azula, this wasn't just seduction. This was a war she had to win.

For the first time in a long while, Azula felt more than just physical pleasure—she felt hope.

As for Ryuji…

Azula was tight, yes. Hotter than any mortal woman had a right to be, her inner walls scorching like a furnace. Her muscles fluttered around him, her breath coming in sharp, controlled gasps as she worked him like a weapon.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken his time exploring her toned, athletic form—the firm curve of her thighs, her elastic butt, the supple arch of her back, the way her body moved with trained precision.

But unfortunately for her…

After everything he'd endured at the hands of the Dragon Queen—hundreds of rounds against a being of divine stamina had left him… numb to mere mortal heat.

So while Azula's body was undoubtedly enticing, Ryuji remained utterly unfazed.

Her hips stuttered as she neared her peak again, her thighs trembling. "Ngh—! You—! Why aren't you—?!"

"Cute," he mused. "You really thought this would break me?"

Ryuji chuckled, his hands sliding up her sweat-slicked torso to palm her perfect breasts. They fit in his grasp just right, the peaks stiff under his thumbs.

They were perfectly proportioned—neither too large nor too small.

But compared to the Dragon Queen?

They were not good enough.

Azula snarled, slamming herself down harder, using every technique drilled into her by the Fire Nation's royal tutors—her inner walls clamping around him like a vice. "I—will—not—lose—!"

she expected him to buckle instantly—instead, she froze in shock.

Nothing.

Ryuji hadn't so much as twitched.

"H-How… is this possible?"

Her head snapped up, eyes wide as she took in Ryuji's smirk.

He simply smiled, cool and composed. "Is that all you've got, Azula?"

He watched as she gasped for air, her limbs trembling, still recovering from her own climax, and chuckled.

"If you can't keep going," Ryuji added calmly, "then I suppose it's my turn now."

Azula bit her lip, furious, humiliated—but she wasn't going to give up.

She could still feel him inside her—hard, unyielding.

No.

This wasn't over.

With a snarl, she forced herself back up, riding him with renewed fury.

"I can keep going! I'm not some frail noble girl—I'm the strongest woman alive! You just lie there and watch, commoner!"

Ryuji didn't interrupt her rant. He let her take the lead, let her push herself to her limits.

She had only ever studied these arts through scrolls and whispered lessons—but now, with practice, she adapted instantly. Every shift of her hips, every controlled flex—she memorized Ryuji's reactions, learning what made him shudder.

It was exhausting—but she refused to lose.

As a prodigy, as a firebending master, her body recovered swiftly. Though her second orgasm came faster, her body began to protest.

And then, as she collapsed forward against his chest, trembling from fatigue, it happened—

Ryuji moved.

In one brutal motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head.

And that was when true despair struck her.

"Time's up, Princess."

And then—He fucked her.

No mercy. No restraint. Just pure, unrelenting power, each thrust driving the breath from her lungs. Azula's eyes widened—true shock flashing across her face for the first time in her life.

"W-Wait—! Ngh—! You—! How—?!"

Her protests dissolved into broken moans as Ryuji ruined her. Her thighs shook, her body overheating, her cunt clenching around him in helpless, overwhelming pleasure.

She had never been overpowered.

She had never been outmatched.

But now?

Now, she was nothing but his.

The thing buried deep within her pussy—the relentless invader that had claimed her body—remained as hard and alive as ever.

This doesn't make sense!

Exhaustion weighed on her, but she gritted her teeth and tried once more, her movements weaker now. Her very womb had sunk, helplessly meeting Ryuji's dick again and again.

Yet…

Nothing changed.

This time, her hypersensitive nerves betrayed her. The pleasure, too overwhelming to suppress, surged through her like wildfire. Within moments, she reached her climax once more—quicker than before—before collapsing onto Ryuji's body, spent.

But he remained unyielding.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. Every lesson she'd learned, every whispered rumor among soldiers, every boast from noble-born boys—none of it matched this terrifying reality.

As a princess, she knew the truths others hid. She had studied the human body under master physicians. She knew the limits of male endurance. None of the stories she'd heard—none of the exaggerated claims—had ever described this.

Fear flickered in her eyes as she realized Ryuji had grabbed her wrists.

What kind of monster is he?

"W-Wait… I can't—I'll use my mouth instead—down there it's already—"

Her panicked plea died as Ryuji flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. His hands locked around her slender waist, positioning her at the perfect angle—

And then—

The assault began.

" Wait...I...."

Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of unbearable pleasure through Azula's already over sensitive body, silencing her protests. She clawed at the sheets, knuckles whitening as wave after wave of brutal pleasure shattered her defenses.

It was like drowning in an endless orgasms—bliss and torment intertwined.

Her heart hammered. Her womb convulsed. Every nerve screamed in ecstatic agony.

Her thoughts dissolved into pure sensation.

Her tongue rolled out helplessly. By the third minute of Ryuji's merciless pace, Azula's mind had shattered entirely.

Pleasure had consumed her.

A gush of liquid erupted from her uncontrollably, but Ryuji didn't stop. He drove deeper, pushing her further into madness.

After her fourth consecutive climax ripped through her, Azula's eyes rolled back. Ryuji with a final thrust released his load.

Hot, thick semen surged into depths of her pussy with enough force to spill back out, painting her womb in streaks of white. Azula's back arched violently, a broken whimper escaping her throat as her body forced her to accept every drop.

The Aftermath

Dazed, Azula barely registered as Ryuji withdrew his dick, spilling the last of his essence across her stomach.

She looked at his dick with some obsession, although she thought he was almost going to kill her like this, the feeling of constantly reaching her limit still made her intoxicated.

Azula's fogged mind clung to one delirious thought: Of course… A woman like me deserves a man like this.

She closed her eyes, savoring the aftermath. Intending to savor the feeling for a while, and then run away with Ryuji.

Now, she no longer plans to treat him as a tool, but plans to treat Ryuji as her important partner.

In her eyes, a partner must have strong strength, great potential, be able to soothe her emotions, and be able to bring her powerful offspring!

Ryuji has all these elements! Especially the powerful weapons. As long as they can be mass-produced, even Avatar will not be able to stop her!

But before she could rest, strong arms lifted her.

She look at him tiredly and found that he was taking her to the bathroom, she didn't care and let him carry her.

Bathwater enveloped her weary body as Ryuji began washing her. She allowed it—this was his right.

Ryuji was her partner now—more than that, he had just given her indescribable pleasure. He had every right to touch her body.

Besides, he was bathing her.

He's submitting to me!

But reality quickly proved her wrong.

"Hmm… You really do look better with your hair down."

Ryuji studied Azula, her once-neat topknot now undone, framing her face in wild disarray. For the first time, she looked like an ordinary girl—and somehow, that made her even more beautiful.

But he wasn't focused on that. His fingers trailed lower, brushing over her swollen lower lips before slipping inside, where her body still trembled from their earlier union. Gently, he coaxed out thick, viscous traces of their passion.

This woman nearly killed me. Did she think I'd let her off so easily?

Fresh from his humiliation at the hands of the Dragon Queen, he was in no mood for mercy.

Her body had been overworked, clearly strained. Signs of internal injury, magical stress—she had pushed herself too far. A low flame flickered into life around his fingertips, red as molten iron. It was his draconic fire—not just destructive, but volatile in nature. Even igniting it drained his strength, drawing from his life force.

But that didn't matter now.

He leaned forward, bringing the glowing flame closer to her defenseless form.

Azula sensed it immediately. Her eyes snapped open the moment the unnatural heat grazed her skin. Panic flooded her face as she realized—

He's going to kill me. Or worse—ruin me.

Instinct screamed at her to fight back, but her body, weak, too broken to respond. All she could do was watch, paralyzed, as Ryuji pressed the flames against her most intimate place.

Then it entered her.

The fire surged inward—not a spark, but a wave of searing heat that flooded her deepest core. Azula screamed—not from pain exactly, but from the sheer, overwhelming shock of it. Her body arched, her fingers clawed at the air. It was as if the flame was branding her from the inside out, unraveling everything that made her human, woman, princess.

She could feel it.

The fire scorched through her womb, surged against her nerves, swirled like a divine force reshaping her from within. The pressure, the heat, the intimacy of it—too much. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably, but then—Ryuji gripped her throat.

Not to harm. Not to choke. But to still her, to anchor her.

In that single motion, her thoughts shattered.

Am I dying? Burning alive? Does he still hate me for attacking him? Mother! Zuko! Someone—help me!

But then… silence.

The flames vanished. Ryuji pulled his fingers free, a wet pop echoing through the still air. Azula lay gasping, body soaked in sweat, nerves twitching involuntarily.

Azula gasped.

…I'm alive?

Not just alive—healed. The pain was gone.

She looked at Ryuji in astonishment, who was peeking at her entrance of her pussy, and had no idea what was going on.

She saw clearly how he used the fire to destroy her lower body, but why...

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the entrance of her vagina which had become tight again, as well as the symbol of purity that had reappeared. Her head was buzzing.

She blinked.

"It's… healed?"

This man...his flames possessed healing properties?!

Before she could process the revelation, her gaze dropped lower.

His dick remained as unyielding as ever, its threatening presence undeniable.

Still so hard.

Azula's pupils dilated in sudden understanding. Her throat tightened as the inevitable became clear.

No. Not again.

"Stop—please! I-I can't—!"

"No! Please—I beg you! I was wrong!" Her protest erupted in a panicked whisper, hands rising in feeble defense.

Too late.

With ruthless precision, he sheathed himself completely in one devastating thrust. Azula's head snapped back, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the pain was way too that familiar, terrifying ecstasy. The world dissolved into sensation as Ryuji established a punishing rhythm, each movement dragging her higher toward that unbearable peak.

Against her will, her arms encircled his shoulders, fingers digging into his back as the pleasure mounted beyond endurance. Some distant part of her mind recognized the truth - she was losing herself, fracturing under this merciless onslaught.

The last coherent thought flickered before extinguishing completely: I'm going to break.

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"Ah, truly refreshing."

Ryuji let out a long yawn, stretching his arms high toward the morning sun streaming through the window. The light painted golden streaks across his bare shoulders.

Beside him, Azula lifted her head like a kitten stirred from deep slumber. The wildness from the night before had faded—what replaced by a dazed expression tinged with timid happiness.

When Ryuji stood, his swaying dick made her instinctively clutch the sheets tighter—yet the memory of those overwhelming pleasures stirred conflicting desires.

The princess had been thoroughly ravaged. Without the Red Dragon's healing flames, the six-hour marathon of consecutive climaxes would have killed any ordinary woman. But those same restorative flames had also allowed her to experience pleasures beyond mortal limits—twenty, thirty minutes of continuous ecstasy.

Ryuji couldn't recall when he'd mastered the healing flames so perfectly. He could only guess it was thanks to how often the Red Dragon Queen had tested her powers on him. Not that it mattered. Function over philosophy.

But that wasn't important now.

"Azula," he turned to face her, "What's your plan from here? I'll be leaving soon."

Although it was a bit too much to leave right after sleeping with someone, he still had a lot of things to do.

"W-what?" Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "You're... not taking me with you?" The vulnerability in her eyes was almost painful.

"I'd like to, but..." Ryuji scratched his head. "This isn't my world."

Tasty as she was, no woman could anchor his wandering soul.

Azula's eyes widened. "What?"

"Wasn't it obvious?" He produced his tablet—technology nonexistent in this world. As she numbly scrolled through videos of other worlds, revealing dreams and landscapes beyond her comprehension, her expression crumbled.

Her fingers trembled as she touched the screen. He really wasn't from here. He wasn't hers.

Disappointment radiated from her slumped shoulders. Yet again, someone chose to leave her.

She stood, naked and dazed. "I see. So I've been abandoned again." Her voice was hollow now. "It's fine. I'm used to it. You can go."

She turned away, her steps slow… but Ryuji's sharp gaze caught it—she was heading toward his sword.

Ryuji barely registered her movement before—

Schlick!

Blood arced across the room as Azula drew his sword across her throat.

"Azula—!"

"Shit!" Ryuji dashed to her side, igniting his dragon flame and pressing it to her torn throat. The healing fire hissed and surged. Her breath returned.

"Gah—!"

"I knew you'd save me." She threw her arms around his neck, clinging not from weakness—but obsession. Only confidence in his healing had made the gamble possible.

"You crazy woman…" Ryuji gritted his teeth. "Even this won't make me stay."

"Oh, I know." Her smile turned eerie. "That's why I'm warning you—"Her nails dug into his shoulders. "I'm a crazy women. If you ever betray me—if you vanish forever—I'll take your child with me into death. That way, you'll never forget me."

"You're overthinking it. I burned everything clean!"

Ryuji chuckled darkly, wagging a finger at Azura with smug confidence. "You'd only be killing yourself with that threat."

"Oh? Then what's this?" Azula's lips curled into a sly smile as she produced a glass vial filled with a thick, milky fluid. "Thank you, darling, for being so focused on conquering me that you left my back door untouched."

Ryuji's face froze—then twisted in realization.

That's not mine!

But it was too late.

Azula popped the vial open, and the liquid instantly vaporized into a dense, swirling mist that flooded Ryuji's nostrils. A crushing wave of drowsiness slammed into him. He tried activate the Dragon's flames to purge the toxin—but his exhaustion only amplified the drug's effect. The moment the fire flickered at his fingertips, his vision darkened, and he collapsed into Azula's arms.

Azula caught him with ease, burying her face in his neck. Her breath was shaky. Her smile was wide. Too wide.

Cradling his unconscious body, Azula gazed down at him with a love so fierce it bordered on madness. He had given her answers, warmth, a future—did he truly think a woman like her would let go of her future.

"You're right," she murmured kissing him, slowly—possessively. "Fear was never my weapon. But the fear that I might carry your child? That will haunt you… and bind you to me forever."

After sealing her promise with a kiss, she dressed swiftly, slung him over her shoulder, and strode from the room—but not without leaving a special gift for Toph.

She hadn't met the earth bender more than a few times, but Azula had a woman's intuition.That girl definitely had something going on with her Ryuji.

By the time Toph and the rest of the Avatar team returned, what greeted them was a mess—a ransacked room, scattered linens, and in the middle of it all… a single note.

Zuko picked it up first. His face almost turned green when he saw the words on the note. With a worried glance toward Toph, he hesitated.

"Toph, I… I don't know if I should tell you."

Aang, curious, came over to take a look. As he read the note, his expression instantly matched Zuko's. Sokka and Katara, drawn by the tension, peeked over too—and their faces twisted into the same exaggerated grimace.

The awkward silence stretched.

"What happened?" Toph's voice was low and icy.

"What?" Toph growled. Her tone was flat, but her fists clenched. Her senses had already told her something was wrong the moment they stepped inside—the scent lingering in the air practically screamed of Azula.

She didn't want to believe it.

But now she had to know. What the hell had happened? What did Azula do to Ryuji? And why was he gone?!

Zuko took a step back, sweating. "Um… she left a message."

"Speak."

Toph slammed her foot into the ground, causing the entire building to shudder from the force of her frustration. Zuko exchanged a nervous glance with Aang, who only offered him a helpless shrug.

With a deep breath, Zuko finally said it:

"She said… your boyfriend 'tasted amazing' and that next time she sees us, she'll bring the child to meet everyone. Oh—and she'd like to invite you to be the godmother."

Silence.

Everyone looked at Toph.

Zuko honestly wasn't sure if that message was good or bad news. Maybe Azula would mellow out if she believed she had a stable family. Or maybe she'd pass on her own madness to the next generation and drag everyone into it.

Either way, Toph's reaction was anything but subtle.

Toph: "..."

Her expression didn't change at first.

But then—

The earth began to tremble.

The ground trembled. The house shuddered.

And then—

"I'M GOING TO KILL HER!!"

Her voice boomed like thunder, the very floor beneath them cracking under her fury.