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Author's Notes: And on we go! Still a lot of balls In the air :P I feel like there's so much to keep track of, and I'm trying to give everyone a fair shot….
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"Stoking the Fire"
Chapter fifty-three "Musings and Dreamscapes"
Iroh didn't want the first time he put hands on Ursa to be in a swaying carriage. The first kiss was a mess of tongue and lips, a lot of snarl to a sweet undertone. When Ursa climbed onto his lap, Iroh tried to pull back from the kiss, moaning in frustration. He tried to gently lift the woman off of his protruding erection, but Ursa was insistent. She went with him, and Iroh half fell off the bench. He pulled his mouth from Ursa's yelping as his rear thumped onto the floor of the carriage. The thud made the carriage bounce heavier over the jolts in the road.
"Not here….Ursa….please, wait!" Iroh pleaded. He tried to take Ursa's hands in his, but groaned when the woman pulled one of his long fingers between her lips. She sucked and ground down against his lap; the double entendre as she rolled her hips against him made his eyes bulge. "My lady!"
"Don't say that…." Ursa murmured. She let his finger fall out of her mouth and sucked his thumb. She gave it a hard nip. "And you feel ready… I need you…are you going to make me beg?"
"Ursa!" Iroh gasped. He tried to lift the omega off of him, but her chi twined through his. She stroked it against his in non-subtle ways, enticing him to harden and to want to release himself; preferably in her. Iroh was well beyond the call of reasoning of calling his chi back to a low level. His cock throbbed, his knot full and heavy. Despite himself, Iroh pushed Ursa onto her back and scraped at her robes, tugging the fastenings apart so the fabric pooled open, revealing her curves. Iroh groaned and climbed on top of her as he lowered his face to the round breasts before him.
Ursa's small cries were sweet in his ears as he pulled a pink nipple between his teeth and sucked. Her hands scraped through his hair.
Her hands were between them, pushing and tugging at his robes and Iroh pushed his hand down to help. Red passion coated his vision as her hand caught hold of his length, squeezing and urging him on as they unfastened his robes. Iroh knew he made a more ungainly sight than Ursa, but his stomach had gone down even if there was a bit of a paunch left. Her gaze was between his legs, hungry and gleaming.
Iroh didn't have to ask if Ursa was sure. Her cheeks reddened as her chi flared hotter, and she spread her thighs wide. Iroh knelt between her knees and angled himself between her wet gates. Just as he was pushing inward toward glory, Ursa's head tilted back with an agonized expression of pure pleasure on her features, there was a knock at the carriage door.
Iroh looked up, fury lighting his golden gaze. "What?!" he snapped.
The driver had opened the door an inch, and surely seen what was going on. He closed the door in a hurry but called through.
"My lord, should we continue? At least to the next town?"
"Ahh!" Ursa cried out, heels digging into his backside. Iroh snapped his hips forward and began a clawing slow pace that rapidly sped up.
"No! Just give us….a moment!" Iroh grunted. The driver's footsteps slushed through the undergrowth beside the carriage.
Iroh focused on the woman burning hot and scorching around his cock. He gave into his lusts and want for her and urged their passion to a higher wave of red their chi locked into. And Iroh surrendered to Ursa's heat, encased in clinging hot walls.
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Zuko wanted to smash Ty Lee's father in the face.
Lord Genma had become more grasping and more selfish after the news of his daughter's disappearance came to light. Well, second one. That there had to be two needled Zuko more than he wanted to admit. But Genma and his lady wife constantly reminded him that even without their daughter present at the court, she DID have the heir and in her veins flowed their blood as well as his.
Well, his family's that was. Zuko rubbed his brow against the back of his folded hands.
"Yes, we've already discussed that, my lord," Zuko murmured. Genma harrumphed.
"Be that as it may, I AM your child's grandfather. Perhaps more should be allotted to my family's account…"
Zuko flashed snapping golden eyes to him. Money, always money with him! Ty Lee had warned him and she had been right. Zuko sighed. Ty….
"We'll discuss that at a later time," he snapped. When Genma actually made to interrupt him (HE was the Fire Lord, dammit!) one of the older lords touched Genma's elbow and discreetly whispered into his ear. The bearded lord scowled but he stood and gave a bob of a bow. It was so fast as to be a slap in the face, but Zuko almost didn't care. As long as it took him away quicker, so be it.
Zuko waved a hand idly and Genma spun on his heel, stalking out. His remaining council members were more of a trustful stock and one slid a piece of parchment toward him.
"My lord, Shun has indicated these men and women in our questioning. Shall we gather them up?" The old lord asked. He stroked a long white beard with a bony hand. Zuko nodded. A headache began to form behind his brows.
"Yes. I want them questioned. The Fire Lord will not tolerate treason to a peaceful era." Zuko knew his words were full of conviction, but indecision warred in his mind. He wished Uncle were there to discuss these times with. Furthermore, his own mother could have stuck around! And there was no more comfort from Ty Lee….
Zuko lowered his brow to his folded hands again. "We're done for the day."
"Yes, my lord."
The men collected their scrolls and gave him low bows. Zuko barely saw them go. Suki and two Kyoshi Warriors escorted him to his mother's apartments. Kiyi was waiting for him and gave him a happy hug.
"Yeah, firebending break!" she called excitedly. Zuko nodded and gave her father a cool look. "We'll be done by dinner time."
"Let's all eat together," Noren suggested. If he was nervous, he didn't look it. Zuko nodded. He took his sister's hand as they walked to the gardens. It was still chilly, but the snow had long since melted. Spring was full on arriving at last.
Kiyi rolled up the sleeves of her long tunic and took up a stance mirroring Zuko's. it touched Zuko that his sister noticed every move he made and wanted to emulate him.
"Ready, Zuzu?"
"Ready, Kiyi. Let's get you up to the Breath of Fire. First, Grasping the Coals." Zuko bent his knees and did a sideways kick, his fists bent at the wrist as if he were holding live coals. Fire streamed from his knuckles at the sudden exhale of chi. Kiyi copied him and exclaimed excitedly as small spurts of orange fire burst from her knuckles at the same exhale.
"I did it!"
"You did," Zuko agreed. "Again."
As they moved across the cobblestones in tandem, Zuko's thoughts spiraled around his family. Would Izumi be a firebender as well? What kind of talents would she possess, knowing her lineage? If she were a bender, Zuko knew he'd have his work cut out to weathering any storms Izumi could cast. With his tutelage, Zuko hoped Izumi would grow up with a calm temperament. He could only hope and try.
Beneath the grey still sky, Zuko sighed over thoughts of his baby and stomped his left foot in a show of power. A blast of fire surged from his boot and Kiyi laughed in delight. She stopped when he did and pushed her hands flat to her waist, exhaling the power out as she did. Zuko did the same.
Yes, under his tutelage, Izumi should temper any outburst. He would see to it.
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Ty Lee sighed. She rubbed her hand over her face as she exited the adjoining washroom and hurried to Azula's side. The comatose princess seemed to sleep easier when she was near and touching her arm. Her brief waking the other day had just been momentary; ever since she had slept on and on. And Azula did not dream easily, if her thrashing and sleep-talking was any indicator.
"When will she wake again?" Ty Lee wondered. Ying shrugged. She was tired as well, but she didn't want to leave her friend's side.
"She shouldn't be sleeping this much. It is a mystery," one of the healers said.
"At least all of her cuts are clean," Tsung said. Ty Lee blinked hard. The three women had undressed Azula and held her up in a bath tub earlier that day. Tsung supported the princess's neck and head, and Ying helped Ty Lee wipe out and clean all of Azula's wounds. Several were shallow, stray cuts from shrapnel of the explosion, but a few were serious. After hauling Azula out of the bath and drying her off, they covered the princess with a red bed robe, and the healers applied salve and bandages.
A cold compress was pressed to Azula's brow as she developed a fever, but luckily it had gone down. The result was that Ty Lee hadn't gotten very much sleep, if at all. If she left Azula's bedside, the princess thrashed and pulled at her restraints. When she laid beside her, Azula burrowed into her side, nose rooting for her scent. It touched Ty Lee immensely, but Azula's waking attitude belied her sleeping one. She couldn't get her hopes up.
"You should get some sleep, Ty," Ying said softly. "We'll watch her."
"I can't," Ty Lee admitted. "You know that. You both go on and get a nap in. The healers can get you if I need you in a hurry."
"But…" Ying began, but Tsung laid her hand over her elbow. Blood slammed through her face suddenly. Ty Lee gave them a soft look.
"I'll be alright."
Tsung gave Ty Lee a look of thanks and walked her girlfriend to their shared bedroom. In the hallway, Lord Takumi passed by and they bowed. Safely ensconced in their chamber, Tsung pressed Ying on the bed and climbed on top of her. Ying wrapped her legs around her girlfriend's waist as they kissed deeply.
"I'm so tired," Ying admitted. She pressed her face against Tsung's tunic shoulder and yawned widely. Tsung touched her cheek with her palm.
"Me too," Tsung said. "Let's try and get some sleep…"
Ying held Tsung against her chest as they settled against each other. Soon, both women were snoring, wrapped closely together.
Back in the princess's chamber, Ty Lee's tired eyes traced over Azula's vulnerable features. She stroked a loose strand of black hair out of her eyes. She had no way of knowing if Azula would waken anytime soon or what her temperament would be. Ty Lee's heart bled.
She had no way of knowing that Azula's dreams had taken on a different bend.
Azula clawed through the cobwebs of her dreams, gasping and panting for air. She paused, recognizing the hallways of the royal palace. Azula scanned her eyes up and down her tall form, eyebrow raised high. Why was she in the uniform of the servants? She was the Fire Princess!
Giggles met her ears and Azula seethed as she sidled into the next sitting room. She knew that laugh. When Azula rounded the door and found Ty Lee, she shouldn't have been surprised. It really shouldn't have been an odd sight to see her surrounded by alpha males and interested beta and alpha females. They thronged around Ty Lee in varying degrees of touch and proximity, making Azula see red.
She ignored that Ty Lee was in the imperial red uniform. She stomped forward and halted in front of the omega doted on by all. Only when Ty Lee cast her surprised gaze to hers did Azula feel uncertain.
"Did you come for something? Ty Lee inquired gently, but it was the polite tones of a master to a servant. Azula was dumbfounded.
"it's me…Azula," she pleaded. Ty Lee turned to her right, where a skinny boy had to vie for her attentions with a badly written poem. Ty Lee listened politely, but Azula knew when she didn't care.
'She's just being nice to you, kid! She needs a real alpha….' Azula's warring thoughts wouldn't give her any peace, and there seemed no way out of this reality. Ty Lee flicked her attention back to Azula, looking perplexed.
"Servant, if you need something to do, you can start by rubbing my feet."
Azula's mouth watered despite herself. She sank to her knees almost too gratefully. Ty Lee kicked her sandals off and when Azula took one foot between her hands, she arched her back, moaning in response to Azula's ministrations. The betas and alphas on either side of the apparent princess scowled down at Azula. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out in response as she applied firm hands to the arches of Ty Lee's feet.
The dream shifted when Azula blinked and suddenly her six sisters were all crowding the sitting room, trying to snatch up one or two of Ty Lee's admirers. The betas and alphas were instantly transfixed by the pheromones of so many omegas and some allowed themselves to be peeled away from Ty Lee's side. The "princess" sighed and regarded Azula with thoughtful brown eyes.
"Sometimes it's so hard to remain loyal, huh?" she lamented. Azula gave a polite nod. She redoubled her efforts and was pleased when Ty Lee arched further into her touches. Heat slammed between Azula's legs as her shift began. She bit her lip, coiling her lust low. Her change still happened but at a slower pace. Lust coiled pleasantly in her belly to accompany the protrusion of flesh.
"Perhaps we should move this to a more private area," Ty Lee was murmuring. Azula's heart slammed crazily in her breast. She nodded.
As they stepped past the arguing alphas and betas, Azula kept pace easily. She always could tell Ty Lee apart from her identical sisters, and easily followed. In a private area, Ty Lee ran her fingers up and down Azula's sleeves. Her touch continued up and she clung to the tall woman's neck. Azula encircled her waist with her arms. Ty Lee's feet left the ground as she lifted her in a strong hug.
"This is wrong, isn't it?" Ty Lee murmured against her lips. Azula, as a servant, could only take a chance. She pressed her mouth against Ty Lee's and the slam of heat that swept through her face and chest made her knees shake. Ty Lee's tongue was warm and sweet in her mouth and their kiss grew deeper.
"Is it?" Azula's hands shook against Ty Lee's back. "Unless you were looking to fritter your afternoon with any alpha….."
At that word, Ty Lee ground her waist forward, snagging against Azula's erection in her trousers. All the moisture left Azula's mouth. She ground back, hands holding Ty Lee's hips.
"Not any alpha….." Ty Lee murmured. She took Azula's lips in another long kiss. Azula was beginning to feel drunk. "My alpha…."
"Ty…." Azula couldn't believe this was happening, this sweet, heated moment. But Ty Lee was urging her down to a nearby sofa. Azula's hands slid through the fastenings of Ty Lee's imperial outfit, opening hooks and lifted fabric here and there. When Ty Lee unlaced her, all thought fled her mind. Azula pressed her down to her back and slid between her widened thighs. Just as she was about to slide into glory, a loud noise erupted from the corner.
Azula blinked and a half naked Ty Lee was gone. Her father was coming toward her, heavy formal robes flowing, face pinched in a scowl. Azula hastily re-laced and tried to look presentable. She etched a low bow on one knee, giving the formal greeting to her royal father. The dream had shifted again, and she was servant no longer, but Fire Princess Azula.
And her father did not look pleased.
"What are you doing, Princess Azula? Wasting time on your flesh instead of your right to rule?" Ozai snapped. He crossed strong arms and waited.
Azula tried to form moisture in her mouth. She swallowed. "Father. I was only…."
"You were wasting precious moments on yourself, instead of our nation. No ruler whittles away the day on nothing!"
Azula glowered under her bangs at the ground. She knew her father liked to pick out pretty prostitutes and had spent his fair share of "whittling time away." Always the hypocrite!
"Was that a new lady of the court I saw leave with you yesterday? She was very pretty." Azula smirked in her head as her father balked for an instant before fury pinched his features. Her heart thudded to her feet. "That is…."
Ozai slapped her hard. He didn't use his firebending, but the blow still struck. As Azula held her throbbing cheek, she was reminded of how she'd seen him do that to her mother. She'd hated her mother, but here she was taking it, and not threatening Father Dearest with an Agni Kai in retaliation.
"Mind your own business, child. If you're going to inherit ANYTHING from me, you'll stop testing me. Or you'll learn the same lesson I gave your brother."
Despite her hard-won strength, Azula balked inside. She lowered her head, black bangs falling into her eyes.
"As you will, Father…."
It got very bad after that.
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The hunters stuck to the copse of tree saplings outside of a rural inn. They had caught sight of a man leading a woman by the hand, and both fit the description of the Fire Lord's relatives. That they were disheveled and barely concealed in their rumpled robes struck the three and they waited patiently behind the inn's back door, watching.
"Do you think we should include in our report that his uncle is screwing his mother?" one of the men idly asked. He stroked a finger through the ends of his beard, and picked out a tangle of twigs.
"I think we can mention that in person. Tactfully." One of the women frowned at her companion. Their third comrade lay on his back, ankle crossed over his knee.
"She's in heat. We could be here awhile."
"So, go hunt us a chicken-dove or something."
"Fine, fine…."
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Zirin led her chicken-horse through the bushes and trees surrounding the buildings of the edge of the rural village. Funny, she thought she glimpses of three people very much trying to hide from someone. She shrugged and continued on at an amble. If they observed her, they may think her a local coming in from a ride. She made her walk remain casual as she strolled along one alley toward a ramshackle inn.
Haggling a room price wasn't too hard. Zirin had gold aplenty from all she'd filched from the servant's pockets and living quarters in the palace. She put her chicken-horse up in the two-animal stall, where her animal was inspected by a curious goat-hog. The chicken-horse drank from the trough and put up with the nosing.
Zirin scratched her neck and pulled her traveling hat off as she made her way to her room. She needed a good nights' rest if she was going to be up at dawn to spy on Iroh and Ursa's inn.
End for now
End notes: Oh boy, we're in for a doozy. My apologies if this was abit shorter than usual. I only had so much jotted down during vacation and had to jump right back into a full work week and then some. Cheers and stay strong, my lovelies. Like it, do that review thing and smash that review button :P
Most sincerely, pen
7/28/2017