At long last, Zuko had reunited with his mother. Hakoda watched them from across the Jasmine Dragon, smiling at how happy they looked to be together again, catching up after years of uncertainty and separation. Though Ursa hadn't wanted much fanfare, all the kids had showed up to meet her and hang out (except Azula, because fuck her, but not as literally as Hakoda was about to fuck her mom), as well as various adults, including Iroh's patrons and new friends from Ba Sing Se. The party had been going on for a few hours now, and it was getting late.

Although the incident in the prison had made things awkward between them, Zuko had a lot to thank Hakoda for, and so did Ursa. She'd aged almost as well as her ex-husband, and Hakoda was down to switch from DILF dick to some sweet MILF pussy. He'd been pounding booze all evening, caught up in the celebratory, raucous atmosphere of the party, and he had to say that Ursa's tits slapped. He hadn't gone all the way with a woman since his wife had died, but banging Ozai had broken down his sexual barriers. He was ready.

Setting his drink aside, he approached Ursa with the tact of someone who had never been outside in his life. "Howdy, miss," he said, trying not to slur his words or trip over flat ground. "Have I introduced myself yet?"

"Oh, hello," she greeted him with a warm smile. "I think Zuko pointed you out earlier, but I don't believe we've met yet. Chieftain Hakoda, yes?"

"Yes, that's me. Your son busted me out of prison once… that was pretty nice of him… He's a good kid. Oh yeah and I also got the info that led directly to us being able to find you," Hakoda bragged. "No big deal."

Ursa snorted in a very unladylike manner, for sure also a little buzzed. "He and your son told me all about the prison break already. It sounded—" she winced "—very dangerous. But he didn't say much about how you helped find me. I can't imagine how you must've gotten the information out of his father."

"Well, I could show you…"

Minutes later, the horny pair had absconded to the upper floor of the Jasmine Dragon, drunkenly struggling out of their clothes.

"Ya think Iroh will mind if we screw on his bed?" Hakoda slurred. "Or, or what if someone comes up here looking for us? I can't have—"

Ursa silenced him with a heated kiss that made his cock jump. He let go of his waistband and let his pants fall down around his knees, threading an unsteady hand through her hair and pulling her closer. Her lips were warm and inviting, and her breath smelled like alcohol, but under that… something pleasant. Like cherries. "Shush. Everyone's downstairs," she reassured him. "It'll just be a quickie."

"But I don't want it to be," he whined. What he'd seen of her body so far was impressive. Indeed, her tits slapped even harder now that he could see them in their naked glory. He reached out to cup her right breast, feeling its weight in his palm as he rubbed circles across her left nipple. Though her tits were starting to sag with age, he enjoyed their soft malleability, not to mention that they fit perfectly in his hands. (As a man of culture, Hakoda knew that all boobs were beautiful, no matter the size, shape, or texture.)

Still fondling her breasts, he leaned in to kiss down along her neck. She drew in a sharp breath and pressed her body to his, her curves seeming to meld to his form in the same way that his lips hugged her smooth skin.

As he reached the base of her neck, the sensuality ended there. They worked gracelessly to free one another of their remaining clothing, and once they were both finally nude, Hakoda pushed her down onto the bed. His mouth traveled along her collarbone, down her chest, and to her nipple, and she cried out. "Stop with the teeth," she declared.

He started to mumble an apology, but decided to let his actions do the talking for him instead. As he let loose his tongue, her body bucked beneath him. She let out hitched breaths, quiet moans, and whispered curses that told him he was doing well — but that he could do better.

He reached even further down to feel her pussy, pleased by the wetness that engulfed his fingers. He groped around until he found her clit and rubbed it in gentle circles; even in his drunken state, he tried to pay careful attention to her reactions and use them to guide him. He was surprised that he even had enough control over his fine motor functions to hit the spot with such precision in the first place, but against all odds, he seemed to be succeeding.

He glanced up from her tits to look at her face. Even in the dim lighting, he was transfixed by her expression; her eyes were shut in pleasure, her mouth hung open. This was not the brutal hate sex he'd had with Ozai. He barely knew this woman, but he could already tell that she was beautiful inside and out… leave it to him to get all gross and sappy about someone he'd just met when he was drunk.

Her eyelids fluttered open when she noticed that he'd slowed his movements to admire her. He was still acting all dumb and lovestruck when she shoved his head down into her soaked pussy.

Hakoda couldn't even be mad at the sudden roughness. The world had been deprived of his cunnilingus skills for far too long, and he ate her out like the pussy-starved man that he was, sucking and tonguing her clit in a fashion most expert.

"Mphmmm, fuck, that's good," Ursa whimpered as he grew more aggressive with his relentless yet steady service. She squirmed and thrashed, her moans growing louder with every passing minute. Thighs clamped around his head, and his jaws were beginning to ache, but he soldiered on. After all, he had to make up for like seven years of not getting any pussy… or however long it had been since his wife had died anyway…

He was too drunk to remember at the moment, and too turned on by this other woman to be thinking about Kya. He started to jerk himself off as he worked, precum dribbling down his stiff cock. Right after he made her come, he'd need to take care of himself.

Finally, Ursa orgasmed with a scream that Hakoda was sure someone downstairs would hear, but in that moment, he didn't care — not because he was lost in the ecstasy of sexual pleasure or anything, but because was choking him out with her thick thighs that must've been strong enough to crack open a watermelon. Sure, he was totally getting off to it, but he was also a little worried about losing consciousness.

Her legs went limp, and he seized the opportunity to free himself from her death grip and catch his breath. His head was spinning from the booze and the oxygen deprivation, but he couldn't stop now, not when he was this painfully hard. "Now it's my turn," he growled in what he thought was a low and sexy tone, but in reality it probably sounded more like a dying rhinoceros than the voice of a sex god.

He tried to stick it in her, but it didn't really work because of the whole drunk as fuck thing. He stabbed her with his dick a few more times before she protested. "You keep missing," she complained.

"That's all I get? No 'thanks for the orgasm?'" he grumbled in frustration.

"Thanks for the orgasm," she said earnestly. "My ex would've never."

"Yeah, 'cause he's gay," Hakoda muttered. He had to wonder who sucked cock better out of the two of them, but it would be rude of him to just shove himself into her mouth uninvited.

"And you have… you have a bigger dick than him," she slurred.

This whole time he'd been trying to find her hole. "Yeah, I know. He has a… skinny penis. Maybe I can't get inside you cause… cause my dick's too big."

She snorted again. "Don't flatter yourself. It's really not that big. It's, it's just right."

"That's… really romantic," he said. She sat up to grab his cock and guide it in, but seeing her tits swaying gave him a better idea. He climbed up on top of her, straddling her hips like he was about to ride her, then slid his cock into her cleavage and began to thrust. Eagerly, she craned her neck towards his plunging penis to return his oral favor.

The warmth of her tits pressed around his cock and the wet little kisses to his head were a delightful combination. As he fucked her cleavage, he kneaded her breasts, squeezing them harder and harder as he grew nearer to climax. She ripped his lecherous leech hands away as it grew painful for her, but he quickly came, spraying her face with cum. He screamed, forgetting entirely about the party downstairs, but the deed was still not completed.

He fell upon her, licking his cum from her soft skin. He'd garnered a bit of a taste for the stuff since dabbling in gay sex, and lapped it up fervently. She grabbed him and kissed him again, and their tongues danced the tango. then decided it was time to twerk.

He was tired, he realized. They pulled apart slowly, and he savored the feeling of her warm, naked skin against his and as he stared into her eyes. As if just remembering where they were, Ursa draped the blanket over them in case someone walked in.

"I really like you," he said, brushing a strand of hair back from her face.

"We met less than an hour ago," she said matter-of-factly.

"And? I'm not allowed to like you?"

She sighed and drew away from him. "I just got back. I have to readjust to life with my family, and there are a lot of demons from my past I have to deal with. I have a lot to do before I can think about getting into a relationship… if that's what you're suggesting."

"Oh, I see. Gotta confront the ex. Hey, like…" Hakoda's drunkenness got the better of him. "What if we had a threesome? We could both fuck him and tell him what a piece of shit he is… together."

She hit him with a pillow. "You're disgusting! I can't believe I just slept with you."

"Hey, no pressure," he said, trying to diffuse the situation. "I'll never bring it up again if that's what you want."

She smiled at him, an expression that was both sly and timid, and she shrugged. "We'll see. I might change my mind."

He grinned and kissed her cheek. "Either way… welcome back."

—

"Hey Zuko, where'd your mom go?" asked Sokka. The party was drawing to a close, and many of the guests had already departed.

Zuko scanned the room, realizing that indeed she was gone. "Oh… Huh, I don't know," he muttered nervously, counting up the remaining guests to make sure he hadn't missed her in his quick once-over.

"Uh oh, what if she disappeared again? We'll have to go on another mission to find her!" Sokka joked, nudging him in the ribs obnoxiously.

"That's not funny, Sokka," Zuko growled. A muffled scream that sounded an awful lot like his mother drifted down from the upper floor of the building. But it didn't sound like she was in pain, it sounded like…

He scanned the room again, and realized that someone else was missing too. Someone who was still supposed to be here. Someone who he had not yet seen out the door.

The color drained from his face.

"You've got to be kidding…"