A Better Life

by Creeply

Katara and her mother Kya are taken to the fire nation. And their new lives begin. As does their new training. And after that everything changes. Some for the better. Some for...Well you'll see. Lewd. Smut.

6. The Light

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The wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. Kya grunted and moaned, wiggling her shoulders into the fine earth kingdom silk. Making her mouth open wider and wider. Forcing her lungs to bellow out her gasps. She inwardly winced. She sounded like an elephant seal gone to rut. Or a tiger shark on the prowl.

Ozai grabbed her ankle and readjusted her. Placing her foot on his shoulder. He plunged himself in deeper. Kya winced at the insistent fucking. His dick curved upwards, making a small bulge in her abdomen that moved with his rutting. He was grinning down at her, his long jet black hair hanging around his head and shoulders.

Kya balled her fists into a pillow. Her ass slapped against his thighs. His balls crushed between her soft round melon sized ass cheeks and his firm masculine body. He was roped with muscles. His girthy dick was making quick work of her orgasm.

She widened her eyes, trying to put as much passion into her face as possible. Her body flinched and shivered as her orgasm washed across her. Ozai ground his back teeth together, sheathed himself to the hilt and unloaded his hot sticky ooze inside of her. Kya closed her eyes and rolled her neck. Words had been reduced to pants and gasps.

Ozai's strong hands bit into her meaty hips. Pushing downwards. His thumbs rubbing semicircles on her crotch. Finally he yanked his prick out of her. Kya winced at the sudden leaving. It had been so fast and relentless. He stood up and grabbed a hot towel off of a tray. Wiping his face and chest down. Ozai tossed the used sweaty towel onto Kya's face. The scent of his sweat washed over her nostrils.

"Satisfactory. I suppose that the Southern Water Tribe has finally learned how to properly behave to their betters." Ozai smirked. Kya shakily removed the towel. She stared down her body. Her mask faltering for just a moment. Her breasts were heaving under the strain. She could see her heart beating. She felt like she had sprinted for a day and a half. Her sore legs lay spread and red. A thick glob of cum slid out of her and oozed along her thighs. It finally plopped onto the bed.

She closed her eyes and forced a smile. Her mind still felt like it was full of snow. After all that had been a good fuck. And she had actually orgasmed. Hakoda, her darling beautiful husband Hakoda, had always been kind to her during their love making. He had been a giver, a lover, a once in a life time find.

She did not try to compare Hakoda to Ozai. That would make her too sad. It would be too much. It reminded her of all she lost. But…She still found her eyes darting over the mans form. His broad back and strong core. His powerful legs and long hair. The two could not have been any different personality wise.

Hakoda gentle and patient. Warm even during the most chilly nights. A man who laughed in private and was a straight forward honest man.

Ozai was insistent and selfish. He had no room for failure and no love for a person taking their time. She had picked all of this up just by being in the same room with him for a few hours. He chuckled but there was no warmth in it. A fire nation royal who was colder then stone. Like a fire he would burn you if you touched him. So you better not touch him.

Where Hakoda was deep, complex and unique this Ozai was surface level. Everything about him was obvious.

"Thank you for that wonderful orgasm my master." Kya said batting her eyelashes at him. She wiggled and arched her back. She felt ridiculous doing all of this. It was so over the top. So pornographic and obvious. You would need to be a fool or completely self absorbed to think she was being serious. Or just not care at all.

"Yes you were enjoying yourself weren't you?" Ursa said with a teasing smile. She was laid out on her side next to Kya. Her hair in a messy obsidian shower, framing her sharp features. The mother of two smiled at Kya and rubbed the other woman's stomach. Then tip toed her fingers up to Kya's nipples. She twisted one and brought a moan from between Kya's full gorgeous lips.

Kya looked at Ursa carefully. Ursa was different, where Ozai was straight forward and blunt, wielding his cock like it was a weapon. Ursa had a pillar of strength within her. But a pillar of strength wrapped in softness. She was depth and secrets where Ozai was shallowness. Kya had been raised in the south. She had been raised to fear deep water. You never knew what was swimming beneath the currents, or just how far and fast those currents could pull you.

"Oh yes mistress. Your husbands cock…It is glorious." Kya let the words tumble out. And she tried to ignore what she was saying. They were humiliating words. Desperate words said to save her hide. And they were horrifyingly true. Kya had laid with a handful of men before Hakoda. But Hakoda had been the best, the most caring and loving and had a dick that could put a sealion otter to shame. But Ozai matched it. Ozai's cock was as large as her husbands. And just as thick. To think two men so far apart, separated by an ocean actually had comparable cocks…and that she had found them…It was a rather large coincidence.

"Shall we see you at dinner tonight Ozai?" Kya asked as she swung herself from bed. Her long shapely legs crossing. Ozai chuckled and grabbed a red silk robe from a hook on the wall.

"My father expects me for a war meeting. I will take my meals in my study. We shall not see each other for the rest of the night." Ozai spoke with finality. Ursa grinned and bobbed her head. The door slammed shut as Ozai marched quickly into an adjourning room.

Ursa's dedicated smile dropped and her shoulders relaxed. She stood and walked to a small vanity. She stared at herself before snapping her fingers.

"What are you waiting for Kya? We have much to do today. We begin with you combing my hair."

"Yes mistress." Kya shot up and trotted over. Her hips swinging with a little extra oomph. She tried to make her movements a mix of submissive and seductive. She had to be beautiful, but only beautiful enough to make Ursa kind. Not beautiful enough to outshine the fire nation royal.

Kya picked up a golden comb in the shape of a badger porcupine and began to thread the fine black locks through. She carefully massaged Ursa's scalp as she dragged the soft hair down over and over. Ursa leaned backwards. Her bare back pressed to Kya's legs. Ursa stared intently at her own reflection. And then smiled smugly.

"You are a good actor. I know a few women on Ember Island who could take lessons from you."

"My lady?" Kya asked, her eyes wide and blinking. She did not stop her combing. She glanced respectfully at Ursa's reflection and then away. Ursa's smirk only grew.

"And intelligent too. I know some other servants we have had who would thank me. But not you. You feign ignorance. You keep your true thoughts to yourself. Not knowing that by doing so you reveal them. So a smart woman, who knows how to lie. And who is now under my control. You know what they want me to train you to do don't you?" Kya could not suppress a shudder. Ursa reached up and took a hold of Kya's hand. She turned on her chair and gazed upwards at the other woman. At the other mother.

"Kya. You are ours now. You belong to the fire nation. You belong to Ozai, to me and my children. Your life starts anew now. Yours and Katara's. And while my rules and orders are firm they will never be cruel. I will make sure that you follow them. But I wish for you to follow them happily. You have met the other servants here. There is no reason for your stay to be unpleasant. There is no reason for you to not enjoy serving us. My father in law would call this domestication. And he is right. It is not just that you should follow our orders, it is that you should feel joy when you do so. Feign this joy until it is real."

"I…I do feel joy serving you mistress. I do enjoy this new life that you have given to me and my daughter. This better life. I am sure that—" Kya yelped when Ursa twisted one of her long thick nipples. The move was casual and quick. Just a firm pinch really. Still it was so unexpected that the yelp came before she could suppress it.

"Kya. You've been here for little less then two days. I doubt that you have been wowed by the wonders of the fire nation already. And by my husbands lovemaking alone. I have not insulted your intelligence." She leaned forward. Kya took a step back. Her mask fluttering for a moment.

"Never insult mine."

"Y-yes my lady. My mistress." Kya said quickly. Ursa smiled brightly and stood up. She stood on tip toes and kissed Kya on the forehead. Leaving behind a little red lipstick stain.

"Excellent! I am so happy that we understand each other. Now come along! It is time for my morning bath. I expect you to wait upon me in there. Oh and Kya? Put your uniform on." Kya glanced down at her nude sweaty cum covered form. She quickly stumbled after Ursa and yanked on her uniform.

A red loin cloth as thin as a leaf and stopped below her knees. It was a little wider then her hand. The front and back were the same. So her generous ass cheeks were constantly flirting with the edges. Her top was tube like, thin and strapped against her breasts. So tightly and firmly that she worried they were going to come flying out at any given moment. Her hair was in a loose bun pinned at the top of her head. A gold collar choked her throat. Ursa held the leash that connected to Kya's collar. Simple gold ankle bracelets and wrist bracelets completed the entire look. It was revealing, breezy and delicate.

Kya walked behind Ursa. Her head held down. A silver dish balanced in her hands. Some papyrus and ink and quills upon it. A wine skin was attached to Kya's hip. The golden chains that held her loin cloth sides together clinked as the drink swished.

The two of them were walking slowly down the corridor. Sometimes a servant would scurry up, confer with Ursa and then run off again.

Where Kya's outfit was thin and demeaning, Ursa's was flowing and gorgeous. She was dressed from head to toe in the casual finery of the fire nation ruling class. She had a dark red robe that billowed around her generous hips and large tits. The sleeves were so massive that she could have easily hidden a pair of turtle ducks and then a couple of loafs of bread.

Ursa held Kya's chain and pulled her slowly along. Kya clipped respectfully behind her owner. The two walked down one hallway, another, and then finally down a long staircase. The two descended so deeply that the walls turned from wood to granite to a strong volcanic black. The two women's breath came out in small little clouds. Kya shivered despite herself. Her body might be used to the cold of the south pole but this was different.

"Mistress? Where are we going?" Kya asked. Ursa smirked in response and then pinched Kya's cheek.

"You shall see soon." They descended further in silence. The glow orbs every few feet bathed the tunnel and staircase in a dim pinkish light. After what felt like minutes of walking they finally got to a long tunnel. The tunnel had multiple doors on either side. And Ursa confidently walked to one and opened the door.

"Please step inside." Ursa beckoned Kya along. Kya's chest went tighter and tighter. She gazed at Ursa with wide terrified eyes. Ursa chuckled and smiled lovingly.

"My dear I did not bring you all the way down here to hurt you. In fact if anything I want to help you. Because you are going to help me." Kya took a deep breath. This was all for Katara. All for Katara. She had to follow these orders for her daughter.

Kya walked into the small stone room. The walls were sheer dark mirrors. A man stood in the center of the room. Next to a rigid wooden chair. He smiled the soft sad smile of a parent and gestured for her to sit.

"Hello my fire lady." He bowed formally and stepped aside. Ursa gave Kya a firm yank on her leash. The two women trotted across the floor until Kya found herself seated. She stared straight ahead. Back straight, knees bent. Elbows on her knees.

The bald man fussed around her and Ursa. He finally stood beside Ursa, on Kya's other side. He held up a pair of darkened glasses with black lenses. Ursa took them curiously.

"My fire lady should put those on for her own safety." The man spoke with a bit of a lilting accent. Kya wrinkled her brows. Was he a member of the Earth Kingdom? What was he doing in the fire nation?

She was starting to suspect that there was a lot more contact between the other nations then what the southern water tribe experienced. Had she really been living her entire life at the far end of the world? Just not communicating or experiencing anything of substance.

"We begin now." The earth kingdom man said. He clapped his hands. A bright green light flashed in front of them. It was right on eye level with Kya. She winced and held up a hand. Ursa touched her wrist and slowly pushed it down.

"No. Look into it." She ordered. Kya squinted, screwing up her face. Tears came out. The light was so bright. Like staring into a candle. And then suddenly it began to dim. It dimmed, lower and lower and lower, and then almost without her noticing it flared upwards again. This strange soft green light. That came and went in a soft cycle. Like a heart beat. Kya found herself slowly and completely unknowingly copying it.

"What is this Mechanist?" Ursa asked with a scowl. The balding man bowed low and gestured towards the softly breathing Kya.

"This is a new device. It is slowly being developed in Ba Sing Se. This is just the start. It was all that I managed to recover…I was hoping that your majesty would be pleased by it?" Ursa tapped her foot. Her regal stance declaring a haughty inconvience.

"What does it do?"
"That I'm still trying to figure out." He smiled, two of his back teeth were missing. From an experiment that had gone wrong presumably. He then stood in front of Kya, the green light making a silhouette of him. He looked regretful for a moment. As if he wanted to be anywhere but there. He found some courage deep within and squared his chest.

"Stand woman." He barked. Kya did as obeyed. Her eyes unfocused, her jaw slack. Ursa walked around her, waving a hand in front of Kya's face. The gaze did not waver.

"And this will do what exactly?" Ursa said. The Mechanist bit his tongue. Clearly starting to grow tired with this explanation.

"It controls what she does and thinks. It breaks her down to her lowest. It overrides her very thoughts. We believe that the government of Ba Sing Se is developing it as some sort of interrogation technique. The experiments that we have started are showing that it breaks you down to your barest essentials. It overrides your personality. It is really very powerful." Ursa stared at him briefly. He shivered. For a fire nation royal Ursa could be cold as the north pole.

"So it makes people into slaves?" She did not ask the question. She frowned and stared at the slack jawed soft eyed woman.

"Or it can be used to get information." He tried to plead with her. Ursa snorted and shook her head.

"An interesting bauble you brought us. But no more. This….light…is it permanent?"

"We're…We're not sure." He admitted. Ursa smiled and nodded patiently.

"Can she hear us?"

"Yes."

"Kya. Touch your head." Ursa ordered. Kya's hands came up and pressed her palms flat to the crown of her head. Her exspression unchanged. "Jump up and down."

Ursa found herself hypnotized for a few moments by the jiggling jugs of pleasure that were the southern water tribe woman's breasts. But she shook it off. She tapped her fingers to her chin.

"I…I don't like this." She said simply. The Mechanist deflated and bowed low.

"Shall I disassemble it my lady?"

"No. You shall leave it. We shall use it. But…We shall use it subtly." He bowed lower and moved quickly to the door. His transport ship home awaited him. As did his son. And after the flood that took his boys legs…The traitor did not wish to be far from his home for long.

Ursa continued to stare at Kya. The woman sat back down and stared at the pretty pretty light. Head drooping a little. Ursa shook her head. She did not like this. There was no dignity to it. No sport. The fire nation would not conquer the world with tricks and underhanded skull drudgery. They had more honor then that. If she simply ordered Kya to be a good little slave right now…It would save her time and energy. It would save her months if not years of hard work. But…It would be so dull!

No. She would not just use this device to snap all her problems away. She would think of another way. But still. Maybe one or two phrases should be wormed into Kya's mind.

Ursa leaned down and whispered into Kya's ear. Sweet little secret things. Sweet as honey. Sweet enough orders that no one could possibly disobey.

"Love us. Love us. Love us." Ursa whispered to Kya. Who mouthed along to the words.

The birds were singing and a turtle duck was quacking from the garden. Kya walked behind Ursa and rubbed her temples. She had a splitting headache. Made all the worse from the pain in her nipples and butt cheek. She stared over her shoulder and frowned sadly. The fire nation insignia tattooed onto her right ass cheek was large and red with black flames surrounding it. It was garish and humiliating and made her ass resemble a flag. Or a chunk of land captured by the enemy.

But it was not as painful as the new extra large golden nipple rings that had been shoved through hers. She reached up and rubbed at one nipple. She winced and bit her lip. She had never gotten a piercing besides her ears before. And a nipple was far more sensitive then a earlobe.

Ursa noticed and gently patted Kya's hand.

"Don't rub." She said condescendingly. As if she was telling a child not to pick its nose in public. Kya dropped her hands and began rubbing her palms together instead. The two walked down another small hallway, one side opening up to a lovely volcanic garden. The other to sitting rooms. A few higher ranking servants were picking at musical instruments. One was a grizzled old man who had a horn seated in his lap and lacked legs. He played a low melody as the two walked past.

"Mistress? May I ask what—"

"We're having lunch." Ursa said with a chuckle. She opened a small door to a smaller room. Kya looked around it in confusion. She had not expected the fire nation royal family to have such an intimately small dining room. It had a table, four chairs, a rug, it was about the size of a small apartment. But that made it positively quaint. The golden utensils and bone ivory chopsticks holders notwithstanding.

"Oh no….I meant…that light…"

"Oh that. You are expected to sit in front of it for fifteen minutes every day. It will relax you. Think of it as a…time to relax."

"A mental massage?" Kya offered. Ursa touched her lips and smiled.

"Yes. Exactly. Something to help relax you. I want you to enjoy your stay here Kya. What don't you seem to understand by that? We want you and your daughter to find joy in serving us. We want you to experience pleasure. You just have to learn your proper place."

The door flew open on it's runners as the royal brats to the fire nation walked in. Azula was leading them as Zuko walked behind his sister. He was sweaty and wearing a dulled blade on his belt. Katara's eyes widened when she saw walked in.

Azula's eyes widened as the leash ran through her fingers. Kya's eyes widened and she dropped to her knees. Arms opened and smile breaking through.

"Mom!" Katara shouted as she ran heedlessly forward. She jumped and wrapped her arms around Kya's neck. Kya gripped the back of her daughter's head and buried her face in her neck. Kissing the side of her daughter's face.

"Oh Katara. Oh my Katara." She whispered lovingly. She winced as her daughter heedlessly knocked into her sensitive breasts. Her nipples still stinging from their piercing. Katara pulled away and smiled sniffingly upwards at her mom.

"I haven't seen you since we got here! I was so worried! Is everything okay? They didn't hurt you did they?" Her words came out a mile a minute. Her hands fluttering nervously. Almost treating her mother like she was the young girl in need of comfort. Then Azula yanked hard on the leash and pulled Katara onto her back.

Katara let out a startled yelp. She rubbed her tail bone and glared upwards at the smirking fire nation princess.

"You do not run unless you have my permission." Azula said carefully. Biting off every word. Kya was on her feet in a moment. Hands balled into fists. Eyes alight with fire. She felt her muscles tense in her arms. Ordering her to strike out. To crack the smug little brat across the face for daring to hurt her daughter.

Azula glanced briefly up at the older woman. And something inside of Kya melted. She felt her hands relax. Her very core uncinch. An echo pounded within her head. And she could not find it within her to discipline Azula.

"She was excited to see her Mom Azula." Zuko said as he grabbed the leash and yanked it from Azula's hands. He then reached down and helped Katara to her feet. He glared at his sister before turning to Ursa.

"Mom Azula has been hogging Katara all day. They got to do her fire bending training together. And now she wants her for afternoon practice. I want her to be there to hold my swords. Azula also made her serve tea. Why don't I get tea for my practices?" Ursa smiled and cupped her son's cheek. It was a well disciplined cheek. With sharp lines and a firm jawline. He would make a handsome boy someday.

"Because darling your father said that you took too much after Iroh. That you were getting too focused on the brewing and less on the drinking. You are a prince to be my son. Princes drink. They do not brew. And as for Azula…."

"He had her all last night! They even….That should count! He got her for more hours! It's not my fault that he sleeps so much. If he had stayed awake maybe then he could have played with her more." Azula said. Ursa gave her daughter an unimpressed glower. Azula shot her one right back.

"Your grandfather got you both that girl to share. If you can't share her you can't have her." Kya took a step forward. Ursa's firm maternal gaze turned to her. Kya took a hold of Katara's shoulder and squeezed. Katara's hand scratched up and gripped onto Kya's wrist desperately.

"I want her today though. You can have her this evening and for your bedchamber." Azula said cooly towards Zuko. He glared back at his sibling before tossing his hands up.

"Fine."
"Fine."

"Finely. Lunch." Ursa said. The trays were carried in by a plethora of servants. All had heads bowed, all moved gracefully on slippered feet. Placing golden dishes around the table. The tray lids were removed. Thick steam billowing off of spicy rice and seared fish, thick slabs of lamb pig and a glaze of figs. Some small honey and lemon cakes were placed in the center. And a thin tofu soup was placed beside the three table settings.

Ursa, Zuko and Azula took their places at the table. Kya and Katara exchanged a glance. Katara pulled on the side of Kya's loin cloth. Kya leaned down to her whispering daughter

"Aren't we going to eat?" She asked. Her stomach growled. Kya looked at Ursa who spooned up a small ball of rice. The particles dipped into the woman's well groomed mouth. Lipstick not even smudging. Ursa continued to smile contentedly to herself. Kya's own stomach did a somersault. The food she had scarfed down that morning felt very small and very far away.

Then a final servant walked in. In her hands were two dog bowls. Of finest gold to match the bowls and plates on the table. He bowed low and placed one in front of Kya and a smaller one in front of Katara. On the ground. Then he added a small cup of tea and a large bone stein filled with a thick frothy white liquid.

Kya gulped. She recognized the drink from last night. The one Ursa insisted that she chug. Kya and Katara kneeled down. The bowls bore their names engraved into the golden sides.

Kya let out a little sob that she suppressed. She picked up her drink. Screwed up her face, placed the lip to her mouth and began to swallow. She swallowed it down in three quick chugs. Thick as cheese, runny as raw eggs, and tasted of sugar and salt and milk and fire flakes. She finally breathed out. Some steam escaping her mouth. Her tongue flicked up and licked her nose.

Katara glanced at her mom and then down at her bowl. Kya lowered her face and breathed onto the bowl. It was a mixed meal. Thick slabs of mushrooms that she could not identify were swimming in an oily milky broth. Large floating slabs of burnt rice and some meat simmered next to chunks of root vegetables.

Kya placed her lips to the brim of the bowl and slurped. Then her tongue darted out and she began to lick it up. A noodle slipped past her lips and she licked it up into her mouth. She shivered with her eyes locked down. She couldn't bare to look around. To see herself.

Katara glanced into her bowl. Then frowned and stood up. She marched over to Ursa and yanked on the royal woman's sleeve. Ursa paused, a skewer of meat almost to her lips.

"Excuse me. Miss Ursa?" Katara asked respectfully. Ursa stared at the young child in confusion. She then put down her chopsticks and cleared her throat. She replied mostly from confusion then politeness.

"Yes?"

"There's been a mistake. My bowl is on the floor. And there are no utensils. I need chopsticks or a spoon. I think that they gave me soup." Her big blue eyes looked into the dark golden ones. Azula let out a chortle. And banged her fist on the table.

"Why would you need any? Your mother is doing fine without." They all looked at Kya, who had scooped up some of the thick white slimy cum like broth and was pressing it to her lips. Her eyes still downcast. Katara noticed her mother's new tattoo for the first time.

"She needs some too." Katara said forcefully. She stared upwards at Ursa. Not wavering. Not demanding. It was barely even a request. Ursa glanced at Azula who was smiling smugly.

Ursa stood up, pushing her chair back slowly. She then picked up Kya's bowl and Katara's and placed them on the table beside their own meal.

"Azula. You will share your spoon with Katara. This is not a discussion. Kya? You may use mine." Kya stared in open mouthed awe. A small dribble of her meal and drool plopped from her lips and slimed down her full breasts. Azula opened her mouth to complain, only to snap it shut when Zuko presented Katara with his own chopsticks. Katara sat down, tucking her skirt beneath her. She picked up a piece of her meal and ate thoroughly and respectfully.

Azula squirmed, turned red, then pouted and shoveled her rice down her gullet. Kya picked out another overly large mushroom. These were strange ones. They seemed to make her lips vaguely numb. She swallowed it without tasting it. And similar to the light she had sat in front of she did not know what it would do to her. She didn't even suspect it would do anything.

"Of course this is only for special occasions. If Ozai or his father or dignitaries are to join us. You two will be on the floor. But…perhaps we can get you both your own pair of chopsticks." Ursa said with a satisfied little smile.

"You favor your son over your daughter." Kya stated simply. The two women stood nude in the royal bedchambers. Kya's limbs were singing with the strain of the new routine that Ursa had put her under. Her wrists and elbows and biceps and even thighs were sore. And they were going to show her how to use her neck tomorrow. Or in a few hours anyway. She was doubtful she would get much sleep.

Ursa paused. Her golden crown placed on it's pillow on her vanity. She turned slowly to face the southern water tribe woman. They had undressed silently. The day had passed rapidly. In a whirlwind of activity. And Kya…She did not know how she felt about it. Or the attempt. Or the aftermath.

"Pardon yourself?" Ursa said softly. She walked forwards. Kya took a deep breath. Her entire body felt like it was covered in small ants marching up and down her arms and legs. Her head was filled with fog now and again. Not enough to confuse her. But enough to make her second guess herself. But she did not second guess this.

"You only permitted Katara and me to eat at the table when you saw it distressed Azula. You only permitted Katara and me to have an ounce of dignity because it would antagonize your daughter. The way you encourage him and discipline her. You love your son more than your daughter—"

The crack was loud. Kya touched her face. Ursa scowled at the woman. The two stood, looking eye to eye. Kya felt her own hand go up. And then pause and lower, she could not hit this woman. It was more then just the fact it would ruin her life, it was more then just Katara, it was more then just the fact that Kya was not a violent person. Ursa did not deserve to be struck. She was too pathetic for it. Her scowl and firm eyes looked ridiculous. Her heavy breathing and flared nostrils pathetic. Her raised hand over dramatic.

Ursa struck her hand out and grabbed Kya by the hair. Yanking the woman to the bed. Kya let out a yelp as she landed hard on her back.

Ursa did not waste a second. She was instantly sitting with her pussy lips shoved against Kya's lips.

"Lick. Lick me you bitch." Ursa ordered. Kya's hands waved wildly before finally clapping against Ursa's thick thighs. Her tongue shoved itself into Ursa's folds and began to beg and plead. Licking and flicking and swirling around, like a hurricane caught in a glass jar. She swirled and licked. Trying to keep her breath even.

Finally Kya closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Her tongue played and pulled and calmed down a little. Her breath came evenly. Her lips pursed and played with Ursa's clit. She tried to relax. Tried to take everything slowly and in a calm rational manner. And then Ursa grabbed Kya's new nipple rings and yanked hard. Kya's eyes flew open and she let out a high pitched yelp.

"I didn't say stop. Lick me you bitch. Eat me! Eat me!" Ursa ordered. She then popped her own fingers into her mouth. Slurped on her own digits until they were wet. And she attacked Kya's awaiting pussy lips. Kya moaned. She didn't know how or why but she was wet within seconds! Her toes curled. The heavenly thick scenty musk of Ursa's pussy lips were intoxicating. The hot sheets beneath her back were soothing. Her entire body felt like it was alive with pleasure! She didn't know what it was. Or why it was happening. But…But…But this was spectacular! Her heart was nearly slamming out of her chest. And the shockwaves of hot red joy that pumped out of her boobs and through her core just improved it!

She wasn't sure if this sex was better then with Hakoda…It was different. It was wonderfully unique. And she she she….

Ursa orgasmed, her fingers digging into Kya's big tits. Her lips parting as she let out a few hot panting gasps. Her legs squeezed the woman's head. Her fingers playing with Kya's pussy lips. Pussy juices were starting to flow. Kya was squirming more and more….And then Ursa pulled her fingers out. And pulled away.

Kya looked up through half lidded eyes. Ursa shuffled to the top of the bed and collapsed on some pillows. A mountain of pillows. More feathers were stuffed in those pillows then in all the birds in the sky.

"My…My mistress?" Kya asked in a confused tone of voice. Her eyes were wide and eager. But also confused. And her pussy juices were leaving a stain on the sheets.

"Get your cute ass up here." Ursa ordered and patted her side. Kya crawled forward. Hips shaking side to side like a cats on the prowl. She lay her head on Ursa's chest and stared up at her. She wiggled until her pussy was grinding against Ursa's leg. Ursa's hand came arching downwards and cracked smartly on Kya's ass. Kya let out a yelp and bit her lips.

"Don't start that. I've orgasmed so we are done for the night. You will sleep with blue lips bitch." Kya blinked sadly then nodded.

"Y-Yes my mistress." Another crack hit her meaty ass cheeks. This one right on her new tattoo.

"I love both my children. I always have. I always will. Never question otherwise." Ursa hissed down to Kya. "I simply do not tolerate Azula's worse impulses."

"Does she know that." Kya said quietly. Ursa's hand raised again to give her another slap. And then slowly fell and began to pat at Kya's round juicy butt. Ursa stared upwards at the ceiling. Her breath coming evenly. Kya's eyelids slowly fluttered closed. Between the work out that morning and the rest expected of her tomorrow….She did not think she could stay awake. She drifted to a dreamless sleep. While Ursa remained up. Thinking very hard.

Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.

Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.

Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.

Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.