Chapter Forty-Eight: Azula

The sphere of blue fire exploded around Daenerys’s body, consuming her completely. Her clothing caught fire, burning away to ash in moments. The triumphantly angry look on Azula’s face shifted to one of frustration as she saw Dany’s flesh withstand the scorching heat of her flames. The treacherous woman’s body glowed from the flames as they licked across her skin, glistening with sweat and smudged with the ash of her burnt clothing, but otherwise unharmed. With a yell, Azula threw another ball of glowing blue flames into her unexpected adversary. “Damn you,” she hissed, conjuring another ball to throw, hoping that more heat would solve her problems.

An amused smirk crossed Dany’s face as she charged through the flickering flames. It was unfortunate that her cover had been blown, but with the attack on the Bunker progressing with relative smoothness, she no longer truly needed it. And with no one else in the hall, maintaining her secret would be as simple as bringing Azula to a tortured end. Considering she’d been planning on killing the young woman regardless, the fact that Azula had figured out her true intentions didn’t much matter. On the contrary, the Guts controlling her from within were thrilled to engage in a proper fight.

Between the lingering remnants of Seras’s vampiric bloodlust and Dany’s ability to withstand even the most extreme heat, dealing with the fire-slinging nuisance would be easy and fun. A length of intestine pushed smoothly from Dany’s rear, curling around to lash out at Azula. The look of shocked horror on her face was priceless. The sudden burning pain as Azula launched another fireball into the writhing tendril was significantly less so. Dany twisted to the side, the length of Guts yanking behind her, using her heat-resistant flesh as a shield. Azula ducked away, keeping the distance between them and managing to move behind Dany fast enough to give the Guts another blast of fire.

Dany jerked around, taking the brunt of Azula’s next fireball against her plump breasts. The fleshy mounds rippled from the force of the impact but remained smooth and unblemished. She let out a soft groan of pleasurable strain as two more lengths of the Guts pushed free from her stretched sphincter. The fleshy ropes of innards wiggled with eagerness against her backside, waiting for a break in Azula’s attacks to whip around and surge towards the woman. The desire to snare Azula, pull her apart and stuff the pieces back into her, was overwhelming, but the Firebender wasn’t dumb. Vibrant blue heat exploded from her hands, singing away the ends of the intestines rushing towards her and sending them slithering back up Dany’s ass.

Azula didn’t know what had happened to Daenerys. The fact that she’d somehow been corrupted by the Legions had been obvious. She’d not expected the animated innards. As horrifying as the discovery was, she’d at least been able to learn that as impervious as Dany’s outer skin was to fire, the same could not be said for her twisted insides. She used that to her advantage as much as she could, picking off the swirling lengths of gut that occasionally slid free from the woman’s body. But it only helped to keep herself safe. Despite the damage she caused, Dany didn’t seem to be suffering all that much from the burns her nightmarish guts endured.

The pain radiating within Dany from within her was significant, but like a hungry squid, the Guts were determined to work out the puzzle-box of Azula’s demise. Her belly shifted and distended from the innards writhing about within her, anxiously plotting some means of bringing the fight to the end and seeing just how much of Azula’s insides they could pull out before the woman expired. But on top of the constant barrage of fireballs, Azula was quick. Every attempt the Guts made to snag her was met with fiery destruction and a speedy retreat. The playfully homicidal glint in Dany’s eyes became one of rage. “Just let me kill you, Azula,” she growled. “I promise, I’ll make it fun for you. You won’t believe how good these things feel inside you.”

Adrenaline kept Azula’s reaction time up, managing to leave bits of the Guts as charred chunks littering the floor. But she knew that would only last so long. She could feel her energy waning with each blast she fired. She might have been progressing towards ending whatever evil infested Dany’s body, but it wasn’t nearly fast enough. She needed a plan. One that didn’t involve dancing around her foe for an unspecified amount of time. I need to get the fire inside her, she thought. That might do the trick. With her clothing gone, Dany was about as vulnerable as she could get. Azula’s face constricted with disgust as the pieces of her plan snapped into place. It would be risky, but she knew she had to try.

Azula waited for the Guts to attack once more, frying them back into Dany’s body. This time, instead of retreating, she charged towards the woman. The spark of surprise in Dany’s eyes was satisfying, knowing she’d caught the corrupted woman off-guard. Grabbing hold of the back of Dany’s neck, Azula gripped tightly, holding the woman close. A frenzied bit of intestine tried to push free from the folds of Dany’s cunt, but Azula was quick to slab a flaming hand against her crotch, burning it back into the woman’s body. The outer lips of Dany’s sex were just as resilient as the rest of her. Azula needed to get inside.

Extending her fingers, Azula shoved them into Dany’s pussy. The feel of her slick cunt walls clenching around her made her want to puke, but she kept on pushing, forcing more of her digits within the cramped orifice. Once she managed to squirm her pinkie into Dany, Azula closed her fingers into a fist and punched her way deeper into her. Dany let out a grunt from the impact, her eyes filling with fear as she realized what Azula intended to do. Her struggles intensified, trying to throw the Firebender away from her. Azula cringed as the gnashing teeth of one end of the Guts sunk into her knuckles, but she didn’t pull away. Even if she lost her hand, she needed to finish the fight.

Azula ignored the pain and focused her energy, blue flames erupting from her bleeding fingers and burning the chomping end of the Guts deeper into Dany’s body. Tightening her hold on Dany, Azula let out a yell as she forced more fire into her. The corrupted woman’s flesh rippled wildly as the Guts flailed within her, desperately trying to escape the scorching heat consuming and destroying them. She cried out as the Guts lashed out at her hand again, boldly rushing into the flames in a desperate attempt to bring an end to the assault. Azula clenched her teeth and kept on pouring flames into Dany. The terror in the blonde’s eyes was enough to know her plan was succeeding.

When Dany’s jaw stretched open, Azula expected a scream, or a plea for mercy. She barely noticed the rising bulge surging up the woman’s throat. By the time she did, the clump of slithering intestines and glistening teeth were already rushing from Dany’s mouth. Azula reflexively jerked her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, ready to have her face chewed into a messy pulp. But she didn’t pull her hand out of Dany. She didn’t relent in her attack. If she was going to die, she was at least going to take the corrupted woman with her.

With a sudden burst, Azula’s face was soaked with gore. Her ears rang from the short blast of concussive rattle that filled the hall. She kept her eyes closed, kept the fire burning, wondering why having her face eaten didn’t hurt. She finally let her eyes slide open as Dany’s body slumped limply against her. A surprised gasp passed her blood-soaked lips as she stared at the gruesome stump of Dany’s neck, several torn chunks of Guts flopping about from the hole of her throat. She turned to see the Baroness standing just behind her, smoke wafting from the barrel of her machine pistol.

“Thanks,” Azula panted. She winced as she eased her hand out of Dany’s corpse. The headless body flopped to the floor, showing no signs of life. Baroness stepped forward and emptied the remainder of her magazine into Dany’s chest and belly, just to be sure. With the threat dealt with, Azula turned her attention to her hand. Several gouges marred the tops of her knuckles, blood flowing steadily down her wrist. Her pinkie hung loosely from a few strained threads of skin. Clenching her jaw, she took the mostly severed finger in her uninjured hand and tore it away. Blood pumped steadily from the stump. With a twist of her hand, she ignited a much smaller flame, bracing herself for the pain as she cauterized the small stump.

Once the bleeding stopped, Azula examined the mangled stump of burnt flesh. At least it’s not as noticeable as Zuko’s face, she thought with a frown before turning to Baroness. “Since you’re here, I suspect things have only gotten worse.”

Baroness nodded as she reloaded her machine pistol. “New instructions from Satsuki. We’re going to use the explosives we have to blow the Bunker, sealing off the possibility of a rear assault while attempting to push through the enemy’s frontline.”

“Sounds like suicide,” Azula muttered.

The Baroness didn’t disagree.

***

Kerrigan’s Child released a frustrated hiss, passing before the damaged rear entrance of the Bunker. The assault had been going well, but it was clear it would not be as simple as the creature had hoped. The death caused by the Plague Ratt had been minimized due to Starfire’s selflessness. And now with the Guts destroyed, the Child no longer had the advantage of knowing what the survivors were planning. The time for careful plotting and an organized manipulation of the sickening life within the Bunker was over. Brute force would be costlier, but it would get the job done. And once the stronghold was destroyed, the Necropolis could return to its previous imbalance, where life was not given the chance to flourish.

The pack of undead gathered around Rebecca Chambers wasn’t as significant as the force assaulting the front entrance, but it would be enough to create a fair bit of destruction and death. The Child gave her underling the psychic command to begin her assault. A twisted grin spread across Rebecca’s face as she turned and started towards the Bunker entrance. She froze just before entering it, her grin faltering.

Kerrigan’s Child moved forward, pausing to lovingly trace her fingers across Rebecca’s face. A wet gurgle crept up from her throat as she stretched her previously unused vocal chords. “Let us share this slaughter, my child,” she growled out, her voice a damp whisper.

Rebecca’s grin returned, even larger than before. Her eyes filled with lustful awe as she watched the Child turn and stalk into the Bunker.