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Markus Vs. Azula free porn video
"Do you like it?"
Andrea's transformation clearly astounded Markus. Andrea wore a full Fire
Nation outfit made up of ornamental shades of red, orange, and black. In
her hand, she grasped a mask with long black hair.
"Saw you watch that show last night and this Azula chick, she's hot. In
both senses. So I thought, 'Why not suit up as her with a no-limits
brainwashing mask?' Now you could tame the princess of Fireland or
whatever."
Markus kneaded his brow with his hand, already tired of her charade.
"Azula isn't a pleasant person; she's a crazy villain, Andrea. Give me
the mask! That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard. Why would you want
to become her with no limitations for God's sake!"
Andrea frowned for a moment before shrugging and tugging the mask over
her head, sealing it in place.
Markus facepalmed as the newly-formed Azula stared at him, then looked
around in confusion at the world around her.
"Take off the mask, Andrea."
She tilted her head to the right, giving him a confused death glare.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Her eyes flashed all over the room before
settling on his clothes. "Why are you dressed like a idiotic nobleman?"
"This isn't funny, not at all."
"I agree." She interrupted him as her pose shifted to a more defensive
one, with her legs spread wide and one arm forward, the other held back
in a pose which Markus recognized as her about to firebend his face off.
"You WILL explain everything, or I'll scorch you to ash!"
"Helicopter." Markus said the codeword which would always be responded
with by "chocolate" under any and all circumstances. This was to verify
if something was a prank or not, and he knew that Andrea would always
respond with chocolate.
Azula just tilted her face, her eyes going even narrower. For all intents
and purposes, Markus realized that the person standing there was Azula.
With no limitations.
"Fuck me." He sighed.
She smirked. "You did this to yourself?" She breathed in and unleashed
her fist forward in a perfect firebending move, yet no fireball appeared.
"What?" She felt off for a moment before she did two more punches and a
kick, none of them producing the fire she wanted so desperately to torch
Markus with. It was an impressive technique, one which Andrea would have
been far too lazy to attempt. If this were Andrea, it would have been a
half-hearted punch at best.
"What did you do to me?" Her voice almost spoke in a hate-dripped growl.
"How DARE you take away my bending! I am the heiress to the throne of the
Fire Nation and I will NOT be defeated by some insane peasant."
"Azula, tug at your face. You're not really yourself, you're a disguise."
"I beg your pardon?" She practically spat the sarcasm at him. "Do you
really think I would fall for such a moronic ruse?" With an energetic
shout she did another firebending move which did absolutely nothing for
her increasing anger.
"It is the truth whether you believe it or not. Try it."
Without adjusting her pose one hand gently reached for her cheek,
curiosity overtaking her anger, if only for a moment. As she tugged at
her own skin, she could feel it stretch to an unnatural degree. She also
felt something underneath taking shape as she did so.
"I...I..." She faltered slightly before her resolve rebounded. "I am
Azula, and I don't need firebending to bring you down. If you won't tell
me the truth, I'll beat it out of you!"
Markus looked around. He had to have a skinsuit gun around here
somewhere. While he looked, Azula saw her opportunity, ran up to him, and
punched him in the face; square in the nose. Markus stumbled back, his
self-defense training (and his anger) kicking in. His nose started
bleeding. Azula tried to one-two his gut, but he blocked both hits.
Markus roared, lifting up one leg and smashing one foot down on Azula's,
the decorative footwear not offering any true protection. She flinched
before Markus used both hands to push her back over. He reached to the
side, towards a vase of flowers, and by the time Azula had gotten up he
had chucked it at her face at full speed. She stood her ground, swatting
the vase away with a smirk.
"Pathetic."
Markus opened the drawer next to him, hoping for a skinsuit gun, but all
he found was Andrea's great collection of dildos and vibrators.
"Crap."
Azula waded forward with both fists balled, suddenly shifting gears and
going for a sweeping kick that Markus barely jumped over. As she got into
position again, Markus took advantage by socking her across the jaw with
his right fist. He tried to follow up with his left, but she easily
stopped his fist with her palm, grasping it tight.
Now Markus and Azula grappled with one hand while the other tried to get
a good punch in. Markus noticed blood running over his lip and sucked
some in his mouth, spitting it in Azula's left eye. She let out a
ferocious roar.
"BARBARIC ANIMAL! I WILL PUT YOU DOWN!" The grip on his left hand
weakened, Markus wrestled it free by going under, and then he uppercutted
Azula across the jaw.
It was with such a hit that the small crown she wore popped off, taking
along the hairpin that held it all together. She forced herself to step
back as her hair came completely loose.
Markus took this moment to catch his breath and wipe some of the blood
off of his face, but his hands put up a boxer's defense, bracing for the
next round. He knew he was tired, but he felt good about his chances.
"You know, I was going to just rip off the Azula mask, but now I'm just
going to enjoy my time with you until it runs out."
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you when this is over!"
The two of them charged at each other. Azula once again tried to punch
Markus' nose to smash the injured bone into his face, but he sidestepped
it, pouncing on her and knocking her over. He put his weight on her,
trying to pin her down so he could get some time to think of how to beat
her. She looked more like a furious beast then than royalty.
"You're a fantastic character, but my God you're a bitch."
"I'LL SHOW YOU!" she shrieked in pure anger.
Azula wriggled a hand loose and slashed her sharp talons on his neck,
causing a few surface cuts. Both of them struggled before Azula punched
him in the side and flipped positions with Markus. Now that she topped,
she immediately put two hands on his neck and began to strangle him.
Markus struggled to relieve the pressure on his neck, and Azula's truly
evil smile met his own panic. It was getting more and more difficult for
Markus to think until he reached a moment of sudden clarity.
Her face wasn't shielded. His hands balled up into fists and flung at her
weak spot. The first hit her on the cheek and seemed to have little
effect, but a devastating punch to her right eye followed it up.
"GAH!" she shrieked.
Markus pulled his fist back and smacked her on the exact same spot,
causing Azula to flinch and allow him some desperately needed air. Her
eye bled and swelled as the pain forced her to let go of Markus's neck.
He pushed her off him and she rolled onto her back.
Markus, bleeding and exhausted, scrambled to his feet and saw Azula
slowly do the same. There was nothing witty to say as he punched Azula
with the last of his might, this time leaving her flat on her back,
motionless. Markus rose up once more, glancing at the open drawer. He
smiled faintly as he picked up two pairs of pink handcuffs. He soon had
Azula's hands locked behind her and her feet bound with pink, kinky
cuffs. Markus wasn't satisfied because he didn't know how long she would
be out.
"Rope...a rope."
He looked at his television and the switch attached to it, running over
and yanking out the HDMI cable on both ends, using it to tie her hands
further.
"Done." Markus practically fell over onto his bed, using the sheets to
douse his bleeding. He dragged the bed sheet over to the bathroom nearby,
where he ripped off of his clothes and got into the shower with a big
sigh of relief.
He cleaned out the wounds on his neck and ignored the pain on his nose.
"Gotta just wear myself." Markus shrugged as he headed over to the nearby
closet, which contained skinsuits both of himself and his wife. He picked
up one of himself, ripped off the face and neck in a reckless manner, and
placed the visage over his own. He applied pressure, and soon the pain
subsided. Markus still felt tired, but he had won. He looked back to
Azula who slowly came to. She flipped herself around, looked him in the
eye, squirmed to get loose, and screamed profanities at him when she
couldn't hack it.
"Not happening." Markus grabbed hold of the cable that bound her,
dragging Azula out of the bedroom with one hand while with the other
typed in a number on his phone.
"Kathy. I am about to disband all of RnD for being this stupid. I've got
a rush job. Two suits. Get them here soon." Markus talked through the
details as he dragged Azula off to the masking bunker. Once there, he
managed to get her into a standing bondage rack, forcing her to be
permanently bent over with her hands and feet locked into place.
"When I get out of this, I'll-rhghrhlmff." Markus cut her off with a
ballgag that he wrapped around her head as he wore the smuggest smile
imaginable.
"I'm sorry, you were saying, your highness?"
She squirmed fruitlessly in place, her eyes filled with nothing but
hatred.
Markus stripped her of her outfit until she stood completely naked and
exposed. He was getting hard now, yet he decided to wait. He simply left
her in the nude as Markus got himself something to drink.
With a mojito in hand, he sat down opposite Azula.
"I gotta admit, you are pretty hot like this. 'Don't stick your dick in
crazy' they say...well I broke that rule years ago. Since I want to make
your humiliation sting more...we just have to wait for my order to
arrive." Markus sat down, his cock settling again while Azula worked
herself into an absolute frenzy against her restraints. Occasionally
Markus checked that she wasn't making any progress before growing bored
and checking his phone.
Finally, the door to the masking bunker opened and Kathy, in the form of
a blond MILF, walked into the room carrying a briefcase.
"On behalf of all of us at RnD."
"Spare it. We?ll discuss this later. Show me the goods." Kathy quickly
nodded and opened the suitcase which held half of a man's body and an odd
looking mask of Azula herself.
"We are sorry that--" Markus didn't even look at her, his eyes fixated on
Azula. "Leave."
She left the suitcase behind and stepped out of the room as Markus
approached Azula.
"Remember when I said you were a fake costume?" Markus lifted up the
facemask of Azula and kissed it on the lips. Its labial lips.
It was a near perfect recreation of the Fire Nation princess with one
significant change. The mouth had been replaced with a vagina. Her eyes
widened in a moment of surprise...or was it panic? The fruitless
squiriming increased once again as Markus flipped the mask around and
lowered it over the wild-haired woman. Lower and lower until the neck
reached over her own. He pressed it down until the transformation was
complete. She still gave him an unending death glare, her hair now
restored to its neater previous state.
She wanted to scream at him but nothing came out. The lips moved and
leaked fluids, but there was no sound.
"Do you like it?" Markus feigned interest before leaning over and
fingering Azula's face pussy. It contracted around him in response.
"Oh well. There's two more holes to fill up." Markus traced a finger
alongside her body. Azula squirmed and struggled to get out. Markus
slapped her ass loudly several times just to annoy her as he pressed the
biggest vibrator he could find directly against her pussy. He pushed it
deep inside her and put it on on the highest setting, using a few leather
straps to lock it into place.
"One more..." Azula couldn't make out what was happening as she heard
something move behind her. Already, she felt fully aroused against her
will.
"Full speed. Full depth...gotta line it up." She felt something brush
against her asshole before something entered her anus. It was only a
centimeter deep, but it remained firmly in place.
Markus came back into view, holding a device she didn't recognize. It was
shaped like a box with knobs and buttons.
He looked her in the eyes and hit the "On" button. Azula twitched as the
fucking machine slid deeper inside her ass. It pounded her insides
relentlessly while her lips opened wide only to drip fluid on the floor.
Her eyes appeared absent for a few precious seconds before returning to
their usual death glare.
"For the finishing touch...let me just make it worse for you." Markus
pulled up the half-skinsuit and held it up high in front of her.
A male roughly around Markus's age, with his black hair kept decently
short. He was not muscular, yet toned. The dark red blemish around the
right eye was his most notable feature.
"Like I said. You're not really Azula. You just think you are. You?re a
lifelike disguise for my wife to wear." Her cheeks flushed red, but her
eyes revealed nothing but defiant hatred.
Markus slipped both hands into the torso, lifted it over himself, and
stretched his hands into Zuko's. As he pulled the skin into place the
hands came into shape. They immediately flipped her off before reaching
back and pulling Zuko's back over Markus, slowly readjusting his face
into its new location.
Zuko closed his eyes, gently feeling up his scar.
"Man...this is strange." He opened his eyes, looking around for a moment
with the look on his face being ill-fitting for Zuko's normal behaviour.
"Oh well. I only used half of a Zuko suit since I'm pretty sure he
couldn't match my size." Zuko grinned as he started masturbating in front
of his sister. He walked up to her, slapping her face with his mighty
erection before rubbing the tip all over her to get Azula coated.
"Zuzu's here for some revenge, bitch." He began to fuck her facepussy
without remorse, one hand grasping a long riding crop which was usually
only used for Strider. Every now and then, he whipped her ass while
absolutely pounding her face pussy. It was different from doing a real
one, Zuko noted, since beyond the entrance lay the throat instead of the
inner workings of a vagina. Nevertheless, it felt great to him as he
could notice the discomfort she was in, shaking and still trying to break
out.
Zuko continued to force Azula into the deepthroat of a lifetime, slowly
getting synched up with the fucking machine as he forced himself into her
with great pleasure. His jaw dropped and he panted in the sheer catharsis
of pounding Azula in the face in the guise of her brother. She had caused
far too much trouble, and he was going to just leave her in this
restraint until the timer ran out.
He whacked Azula?s asscheeks, alternating between the two, which were now
showing the clear markings of the riding crop as the humiliation of Azula
continued. He pulled out for a moment, rubbing his dripping hard cock all
over her face, squeezing out some cum on her cheeks with a smirk. He
looked her in the eyes, and there was still the same hatred as
before...yet also there was a clear sense of the extreme arousal she
fought. Zuko crouched in front of her, looking her in the eyes. With both
hands he grabbed her lip, pulling them open wide to reveal the mouth
underneath.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU INHUMANE BASTARD!" Zuko smirked and let go of both the
labial lips that slapped back into place. The sound muffled, then muted.
Azula could only slightly move her new pair of lips, and nothing could
stop Zuko from going for round two. Once again he slid his entire length
into Azula?s face, making her deepthroat completely in her helpless
state.
"Oh I can feel it approaching Azula, can you?" Already the twitching
began as Zuko increased pace to go over the top, depositing his load into
Azula, forcing her to suck it all down at great speed. He wasn?t
satisfied with filling her up though. As he pulled out, one hand grabbed
his dick and he began coating his sister in cum; her face, her hair, and
the back of her body. He slapped her with his cock a few times until it
finally ran out.
There she stood in full restraints. Princess Azula: covered in cum, her
ass pounded, her pussy occupied by a massive vibrator, and her pussymouth
leaking her brother?s semen.
"Bye, bitch. I?ll catch up with you in a day."
With one final slap of his cock, Zuko walked away, leaving her alone to
stew in her mix of anger, arousal, and deep humiliation.
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