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Grunting Ursa readjusted herself. Attempting to keep her head on some pillows. Ozai did not hesitate and hefted her hips upwards at an even more dramatic angle. She winced as her spine bent. Her legs were firmly tucked beneath his shoulders. He grunted and dug his fingers into her sides.
"Say it." He ordered. She gasped and ground her teeth together. He had been going longer and longer lately. Fucking since they woke up. With very little prep time. She wouldn't have minded it so much….if he had chosen a more dignified position.
"My…my Phoenix King. Oh fuck me harder my glorious Phoenix King." She said breathlessly between long exhales and deep shivering grunts. His balls were slapping heavily at her full ass. His cum had turned to a froth in her nether regions. Stirring up her womb, her guts were starting to feel like he was turning them into fluff. She could hardly hold herself back anymore.
So she didn't and orgasmed yet again. Three times in such rapid succession. Her legs were going weak. And still he seemed to demand more, the man was like a fire. He could only consume. He could not end. Then his hot orgasm pumped deep into her. Ursa let out a long drawn out moan. She shivered as his abs tightened and deposited his lust deep inside of her. Ursa panted and stared upwards. Ozai looked down at her, his face was strange. The expression unreadable. Not smiling, not frowning, not proud, not guilty. Just simply unreadable.
"Was I to your liking Ozai?" She said. He yanked his long thick dick out of her, leaving a wet slapping schlop of cum on her thighs.
"You will do. You and that pet of ours." He said. He stood and walked from the bedroom. Ursa hefted herself onto her elbows. And stared after him. She let out a deep sigh. The man was….difficult. Difficult to live with, difficult to reach. His one redeeming quality was that he could fuck like a dragon in heat.
A small gasp came from the doorway. Ursa stood and stared at Kya. She was peering around the door. Her bare ass still had some of Ozai's cum on it. He had been fucking her for a few rounds. The poor woman had taken it like a champ. Ursa put on her high heels and walked behind the woman. Ursa gazed at Kya's long brown hair, it hung all the way to her ass. Ursa couldn't help but compare it to her own. Long, thick, but somehow….Kya's was more beautiful. It seemed more natural in a way? It flowed like the waters of a tidal pool. Ursa shook her head, she could feel her face turning bright red. She had no idea why she felt so flustered around Kya. After all it was just KYA.
Kya was whispering nervously. Ursa rolled her eyes and grab the side of the door. She yanked it opened and stared down at the older woman. The servant raised a surprised eyebrow before composing herself again. Even smirking a little at the two nude women. Kya slapped her hands over her breasts, attempting to keep a little dignity. Ursa just glared downwards at Hama, permitting Ozai's cum to drip down her thighs.
An extra thick wad of Ozai's cum plopped onto the floor. Right between her feet. Some droplets splattered all three women's toes.
"What?" Ursa said with a snap. Hama bowed low, with a very submissive smile. A practiced one that was just on the edge of a knowing smirk.
"I just bring some news of your children my mistress."
"I am sorry. I am so sorry." Kya said as she fluttered around Ursa. Readjusting the small table that sat beside the fire nation royal woman. Ursa was decked out in a long flowing red robe. The back had black dragons sewn with black pearls for the scales and red pearls for the eyes. Her sleeves were wide enough she could hide papers and open fans in them.
Ursa's feet were tucked beneath her. Her high heels were beside the door and her more comfortable house slippers were pressed into her rump. Ursa glanced at Kya critically. The water tribe woman had moved from fiddling with the plate of fruit, the tea pot, the small black tea cup and the small plate of salt crackers, to bowing. Her forehead and palms on the floor.
Kya's loin cloth had been replaced by a orange one with yellow flames dancing up and down the sides. Her collar had an additional large metal ring installed, her leash was curled up next to Ursa's shoes. Fish net stockings that hugged the woman's generous hips and thighs made waffle like diamond shapes up and down her sweet succulent flesh.
"Stop prostrating yourself like that." Ursa snapped. Finally losing what little patience she had. Kya got to her knees. Hands clasped in her lap. She was rolling her thumbs over each other. And was chewing on her lips, her shoulders tense her eyes downcast. Her entire body shivering. Ursa rolled her own eyes and poured a cup of tea.
"Now what happened to that good actress I met just the other day? Please Kya I told you I would not insult your intelligence if you didn't insult mine. Now look me in the eyes while I talk to you." Kya looked up, taking a shivering breath. She sat up straight, squaring her lovely kissable shoulders. Ursa felt her heart go pitter patter again. She shook her head in an attempt to get herself back to normal.
"Your daughter attacked my son last night in his bed. And the few days before she has hit my daughter. She clearly is a borderline feral creature-Let me finish." Ursa held up a hand. Kya gulped nervously. "Feral creatures are normally killed or disposed of. They are a danger, they are uncooperative. They do not make good servants."
"Please. She's my daughter." Kya looked at Ursa, in her mind she kept a little tally. There was the small picking knife beside Ursa. There was the glass ink well on her desk. The piles of paper. Kya was in high heels, but she didn't have the thick robes keeping her back. She could probably over power Ursa. But could she get to her before the royal called the guards? And then could she call Katara and actually escape?
Then where would the two go? The entire city would be after them within days.
"Exactly! So we understand." Ursa said with a smile. Kya blinked in confusion.
"Mistress?"
"Please, from one mother to another, and in our own private chamber. Call me Ursa. And I am not a cruel owner Kya. I want you both to love it here. I want you both to love us. Katara is clearly going through some growing pains, learning what it is like to live in a palace. We can't expect her to understand it all right away. That would just be cruel to her. Now your job is to serve us. Me specifically, but ideally you shall work for Ozai, Azulon, Iroh, Lu Ten and my children and children's children. And who knows? The fire nation royal family should grow a little, maybe my great grandchildren should get to know you."
Kya's eyes widened as realization struck.
"You want Katara to serve you." Ursa grinned her little knowing grin.
"Not in the manner that you do I assure you. I do monsterous things Kya, but I am not a monster." Kya felt a little weight leave her mind. No matter what Ursa might force Katara to do, at least it would not be that.
"She would serve you…and I would serve your children?" Ursa nodded sagely.
"Just clean up after them. Keep them entertained. Make sure that their training is going smoothly. Nothing too extraneous. And I would teach Katara what is expected of her. Sometimes having a mature person to give you discipline works better then a child your own age. We shall slowly turn Katara from a servant to more of a…a playmate. A companion for my children. In a few decades when she is older she will probably take a more serving role within the family. But she must learn her place first."
"Will you use the light upon her?" Kya asked sharply. Ursa frowned and shook her head in response.
"I will not lie to you. In fact I don't think I ever have lied to you. It's one power I have over you actually." Ursa tittered at that. "Isn't that funny? I don't lie to you because I have no need to. But you lie to me in order to keep me placated? But no Kya. No I won't use the light on your daughter. I don't know the extent of the damage it can do. I don't know what it might even do to you. I don't want an unreliable device to gain your daughter's trust. I am using it on you as a…an experiment. I want to know the extent before I bring it out onto other citizens."
"I'm not a citizen." Kya responded coldly.
"So then there is nothing for me to worry about is there?" Ursa responded just as icily. Kya bowed low.
"I…thank you for not harming my daughter. Thank you for permitting her the chance to serve you. To learn how to serve you. I hope that I can serve your children just as well." Ursa motioned for Kya to move forward. She did so. Ursa then leaned forwards and planted a little kiss to Kya's forehead. Kya touched the spot where Ursa's lips had been. A little bit of lipstick hung there.
"You are a kind woman Kya. Thank you for watching after my own children. I promise we shall switch. Some days you will be with me. Other's with Zuko and Azula. And who knows? Maybe some days you will watch the kids all at once. That would certainly be a bit of a challenge. But I would enjoy seeing you rise to it." Ursa smiled and nodded towards the doorway.
"Now I have a lot of paperwork to do. We are organizing a few military campaigns. And I must balance the budget for uniforms and for the parties that we host. Someone has been pilfering the pantry of stale rice as well. Which will simply not do. So go along. I wish for you to sweep out the entire hallway. There is a broom outside the door. I enjoy the sound. It relaxes me." Kya stood up. She bowed once more, she had no formal training in being a servant. But she could pick up on what Ursa enjoyed. And clearly the woman enjoyed being bowed to.
Kya found the broom easily enough. The black wood sat smoothly in her palms. She rolled her eyes. Was everything on this volcanic rock black and red? Or did the fire nation just have to be overly dramatic about everything. She took to the task with gusto. Rapidly going up the hall.
She swept, staring down, her mind wandered as did her feet. High heels clicking as she swished around. Her tattoo was still a little sore. Her nipples were very sore. Her new nipple rings pressed and rubbed against the fabric of her tube top. It made her feel exposed and semi ridiculous to have them. They also kept on getting caught on things and yanking at her entire breast.
However she was not thinking of her own physical discomfort. Instead she was thinking about her daughter. What would Kya force Katara to do? Just this? Just sweep? Clean up? Make beds? It was all so…. arbitrary! It was all so ridiculously spur of the moment. The fire nation was clearly being run by a group of megalomaniacs.
"Why are you going so fast?" A voice demanded from her side. Kya startled herself in her sweeping. She turned and blushed. Hama was standing there, along with a trio of even older fire nation women. They each had a broom in hand. One held a mop and bucket in her wrinkled arthritic claw.
"It's not like they pay you more for finishing. And if you do finish early they just find more work for you." One of the crones gave a condescending smile. They all marched past. Giving little bows of the head as they went past. Kya returned them. Sometimes they would give her another deeper bow after that. Hama was the last one past.
"They think you are higher up on the food chain then them. That's why they bow. Don't look so surprised. You are the royal family's play thing. Of course you have a bit more sway then us lowly scullery maids" Hama joined the others at the far end of the hallway that Kya had just swept. They began to move slowly. In a quiet intense unison.
Kya watched for a few moments before going around another corner and down a staircase. Ursa didn't give her a direct order to stay in place…So she might as well go further until she was called for. Plus the image of those women…It chilled Kya. To see them doing that, working one hallway over and over…It made her nervous. Was that her future? Nothing more then a used up elderly husk? The fire nation royals have their fun, abuse her, use her, cum inside of her, treat her like a plaything….and then just have her fetch laundry and sweep floors?
She expected to sweet floors and fetch laundry back home in the southern water tribe. In fact she longed for the hard working former life that she used to lead. It had been a better life. It would have been sweeter to be in the bosom of her family then in this this….
'Love us. Love us. Love us.' She paused and looked around. Her heart was beating faster and a dull clammy sweat popped to her forehead. She wiped her brow. Where had that ominous sound come from? The palace was large and beautifully designed. The sweeping cavernous hallways seemed to stretch on forever. The fires made the tapestries dance with life….She had no idea why this oppressive place felt so…homely…and so alien all at once.
She missed her igloo. She missed her husband. She missed the neat little life laid out for her. Grow old, raise her children right, raise her grandchildren sternly. Spend her later years knitting scarves and making jerky by a roaring fire. Working but seeing her work be embraced by her loved ones. She mourned for home. She mourned for what was taken from her.
But her sorrow felt all flipped around inside of her. Churning and battling with some unnamable other.
She looked up. She had swept so far that she had arrivied at the children's training garden. She slid open one of the running doors and kicked the miniscule specks of dust out the door. Azula was kicking the air. Making small fire balls come to life from her bare soul.
Katara was gazing at a scroll and comparing it to the other young girl. Kya smiled seeing her daughter like that. Katara was munching on a peach as she talked. Probably a discarded one that Azula didn't want. But still, the two could almost be mistaken for a pair of school mates helping each other.
Kya frowned, she felt a cold spark go down her back. She had lived on the icy tundra for decades. This was the same feeling she got whenever a polar bear dog was spotted close to the village. Or when bad ice was shifting in front of a hunting party. Something was wrong. She took a step into the garden.
Azula landed smoothly and switched to another form. She shot her back up and did a quick flip. She panted and turned to Katara with a frown.
"Well? How was that?" She demanded. Katara munched on her mouthful of peach and swallowed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. The peach stone sitting in her palm.
"You had better not be getting your sticky juices all over my scrolls." Azula growled.
"No Azula. I would never dream of it." Katara rolled her eyes as she looked at the scroll again. She rolled it up and placed it neatly on the pile with the others.
"You were pretty good. But your stance was more like this. You probably want it stiffer, like this." Katara got into the pose. Holding her hands up carefully. Copying the pages she had spent so much time studying. Her form was pretty good, if amateurish. She felt a little tingle in her belly. A bit of a sorrow. She knew this was not a water bending move. But she wanted it to be. She wanted to be in this garden getting instructions from Hama. Learning more of her culture. Instead she was directly helping this little jerk learn how to improvise and not telegraph her moves.
The crunch of training boots came towards the couple of young girls. Katara and Azula glanced up, they saw Zuko walking towards them. He raised a hand in greeting, his smile was nervous and fleeting. Vaguely forced in a sad way. Azula's frown deepened when she saw her older brother. His black training uniform was almost ink like.
Katara heard some more crunching feet. She glanced to her side, a fire nation royal guard was marching towards her and Azula. His fists were balled and bouncing at his thighs. His helmet face guard was down. He marched faster when he noticed her staring at him.
Katara felt a small hand between her shoulder blades. It pushed her hard. Hard enough that she let out a startled yelp. Katara was flung away by Azula just as the guard reached her. He pulled out a knife and swung in a quick arc towards the child's throat. Azula frowned and jumped backwards.
The man with the knife advanced. His long legs rapidly closing the distance between the little girl and his blade. Azula jumped again. She did not have enough room to toss a fireball. But she could make her hand hotter. She backhanded the man as best she could.
The man reached out and grabbed her arm. He used her force and size against her and flipped her away. She spun and crashed to the ground. Azula grunted, the wind knocked out of her. She rolled onto her back, drew both feet to her chest and shot out a gout of flame from the bottom of her feet. She arched her back as she launched herself.
The flames hit the assassin in the chest. And dissipated off of him, moving like water off of a otter ducks back. The uniforms were designed by fire benders, designed for fire benders. It wouldn't make sense to make them flammable. Azula got up and quickly struck a fire bending pose, she moved from practiced move to practiced move. Shooting out jets of blue and red fire.
The man dodged the first three easily. Azula cursed her muscle memory and then jumped ahead four moves and tried a new one. The man had to jump over that flame. And some actually remained flickering on his shoulder.
Katara pulled herself to her feet. She rubbed her head. Azula had shoved her hard. Zuko was sprinting towards his sister and the man attacking her. His training sword was drawn. The dulled metal hitting the light. Another guard was running towards the young prince. His own knife drawn. Not a royal guard's weapon. An assassins weapon.
"Look out!" Katara shouted. She sprinted towards Zuko and the guard. Azula would be fine right? She had a bit of distance and was fire bending. Zuko had just enough time to turn and hold up his sword. The knife rapidly clattered along the prince's weapon. The two exchanged rapid blows. Zuko stepping backwards. Swinging and flailing. His eyes wide, his foot work fantastic. But his reach not far enough. And his arms not strong enough.
He floundered for a moment. And the knife got past his guard and zipped across his scalp. A little ribbon of blood began to flow. Zuko jumped back, summoning some fire into his fist and tossing it at the assassin. Who casually knocked it away. The flames were small, unfocused, weak. Much weaker then Azula's.
"Amazing. You probably would become a fine swordsman if you grew up. Unfortunately that is not going to happen." The assassin's voice echoed in his helmet. He shot forward, his shoulder hitting Zuko right in the stomach. Zuko was launched backwards, his sword flying free. He rolled and coughed. The man loomed above Zuko.
"Death to the royals." The man brought his knife upwards, it caught the early morning sunlight. Zuko coughed pitifully on the ground.
Katara let out a banshee screech as she swung the training sword with all her might. It slammed into the back of the man's knee. He stumbled and began to fall over. He righted himself and swung with a backhand. It cracked Katara across the jaw.
The assassin righted himself and glared at the water tribe girl.
"Fool! You don't even know who you are trying to defend." He turned back to Zuko. Zuko managed to shoot a small fire at the man's face. Which didn't even stun him. The assassin grabbed Zuko by his top knot and yanked the young man's head back. Exposing his jugular.
A whistle and a clang echoed through the courtyard. The knife fell to the ground. Burying itself to the hilt in the green grass. The assassin stumbled. Kya righted herself and swung with the broom handle again. This time knocking into the front of his helmet. He stumbled further back. Away from Zuko. She let out a yell and cracked the broom into his chest, stomach, arms, legs, wrists, knees. Anywhere that she could hit she did hit. And she hit rapidly. Her movements getting wilder and wilder. Forcing him away from the two children. Until he finally tripped over his own two feet and landed heavily on the ground. Kya brought the broom handle up and slammed it down into the mans face again.
Half of the broom snapped, spinning up into the air. She panted, her hair a wild mess, breasts heaving. A yelp came from behind her.
Kya spun, eyes widening. The second assassin had Azula in a choke hold. She was kicking and struggling, her hands bursting with fire against the man's fingers. He held his knife to Azula's side. He began to dig in.
"Don't try anything or else—" Kya didn't know where the next move came from. Perhaps the spirits guided her arms, perhaps it was born of desperation, or perhaps it was from the great caribou gopher hunts. But she pulled her arm back and flung the broken broom handle with all her might.
The broom flew through the air. The shot was one in a million. And the broken piece slammed into the assassin's shoulder. Right at the joint where armor met armor. He bellowed and dropped Azula. She spun as she fell and slammed her foot into his knee. Fire racing off of Azula's body and cracking against the man's.
He fell heavily, still screaming. Blood pooled out of him. He shook wildly on the ground, in pain but still alive.
The clattering of feet came from behind Kya. She turned, Hama, Ursa, half a dozen guards and a handful of cleaning women stood at the entrance to the garden. Ursa rapidly walked to where Zuko lay. Ignoring Azula entirely. Ursa dropped to her knees and ran her sleeves over Zuko's face and head, blotting away at the blood.
"Mother…I'm fine mother." Zuko protested. Ursa didn't respond. She stared and touched his head and wound nervously. As if she was terrified of making things worse. Azula walked behind Ursa, her hands shyly by her sides. Her shoulders shaking.
"Are you alright Azula?" Kya asked, touching the little girls shoulder. Azula stiffened and then straightened her spine. Her composure clicking back into place rapidly. So rapid that Kya was taken aback, almost like the little girl had slid a mask on over her face. The fear and confusion and concern was completely washed away. Replaced with a cruel indifference.
"I'm fine. Attend to your own child." Azula responded smartly in response. Kya's heart dropped as she spun towards Katara. Kya let out a breath, her concern was unwarranted. Hama was holding Katara's hand and walking the little girl over to her mother.
"She'll be fine. Might need some herbs and salves. But nothing is broken." Katara shook Hama's hand off and scurried over to where Zuko was sitting up.
"Is he alright?" She touched at his face. He batted her hand away.
"I'm fine! It's just a scratch!"
"Really, why is everyone fussing over him?" Azula spoke up rudely. Ursa shot a quieting glare at her daughter. Then seemed to check herself and stood up. Ursa smoothed out her robes and gripped Azula by the shoulder. Azula's eyes widened as her mother squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.
"I am so happy you are alright as well." Ursa turned to the waiting guards and other servants. "Fetch the doctor, see to the children's wounds. Take these men to the dungeons. Fetch the interrogator. Find out who they work for. Find out who let them in. And make sure that it goes slow."
The instructions left no room for comment. And the servants scurried off rapidly. Ursa turned to study Kya. Her eyes alive with interest.
Kya stood in the middle of the dimly lit room. The man standing in front of her had a very thick accent and a very thin mustache. His head was completely bald. He blinked at her wetly. Kya did not feel threatened by the gecko tortoise looking man. But she was confused.
"Why am I here?" She asked Ursa. The other woman stood in the corner. Right beneath a flickering flame. Ursa took a deep breath. Her hands folded inside of her robes.
"Those men came into my home. They attacked my children. They tried to kill them. You saved them. You were the first one on the scene. You didn't need to save them. You could have left them to die. I know that some other servants would have done so. After all, one dead prince and one dead princess is hardly a tragedy is it?" Ursa strode towards Kya. Kya stood still, then Ursa gripped Kya's chin roughly and pulled her into a kiss. Kya let out a surprised squeak. Ursa pulled away.
'She's blushing like a girl whose just discovered her first crush.' Kya thought in surprise. Ursa bit her lip and glanced guilty to the ground.
"I am more grateful then you will ever know. But it is also clear that I cannot be everywhere. And neither can the guards. But you will be spending more time with my children. So…I wish for you to be able to protect them. And so your instructors will provide you that instruction."
"Instruction?" Kya asked in confusion. Ursa gestured to the man. A few others walked out of the shadows.
"These are some of the greatest warriors, soldiers, trainers, assassins and fighters that I could find. They will train you. You knew how to use that broom to fight a trained assassin. Picture what you will be able to do after a years work with an actual weapon's trainer." Ursa grinned and then clapped her hands. A woman walked forwards. Then tossed a long thin pole to Kya. Kya grabbed it out of the air and awkwardly tried to hold it correctly. The staff was long and powerful. Oiled black wood, sanded smooth, red leather grips along in even intervals.
"Snow goose." Kya whispered to herself.
"What?" Ursa asked as she turned to leave.
"My father had a trident when I was a little girl. He used it for hunting and against raiders. Her name was Snow Goose."
"You name your weapons?" Ursa's forehead furrowed in confusion.
"Of course. Don't you? If you name something that means you care for it. It means you take better care of it." Ursa touched her chin, pondering this interesting cultural move.
"Well…A trident is not an impossible item to procure. Perhaps we shall hire gladiators to train you as well. Either way I shall leave you in their fine hands my silly little snow goose. I still expect you to serve my dinner tonight. But you shall practice two hours every day. At least."
Ursa exited the room. Kya spun the wooden pole in her hands. Wondering just how in the world she had arrived at this moment in her life. She took a deep breath, if the royal family wished to train her into a warrior then so be it. She would use this power, use this training, perhaps one day…She might be able to turn it against them. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and faced her new teachers.
"Ow! Ouch! Hey! That hurts!" Katara complained as Hama rubbed a oil into her palms. She had a deep scratch there and another few on her arms. But over all she wasn't too injured. The fire nation royal siblings had been spirited away into some sort of private room. And Hama had dragged Katara into the kitchen.
"Good. That means it's working. Stop squirming." The old woman knocked her knuckles against Katara's forehead. The little girl pouted as the old woman finished. Hama then went to the nearby jug and spirited water out of the top. It floated towards Katara.
The young water bender held her hands out and caught the water as Hama transferred it to her. Hama stood with her arms crossed.
"Now place it over your wounds." Hama ordered. Katara did so with her tongue sticking out, nervously chewing as she tried with all her might to not screw up.
"Now will the pain out."
"Out where?"
"Into the water! Keep up girl!" Katara stared at Hama, the water began to trickle down her arm again. She refocused, keeping the droplets from turning into a stream. She stared, and stared, and stared….And nothing happened. Hama tsked and then moved her hands rapidly. Katara stared wide eyed as Hama performed another bit of water bending witchery. Her little cuts and bruises seemed to be shrinking, then shimmering and finally poofing away into nothing.
Katara lost her concentration and the water splashed against the ground.
"You clumsy little fool!" Hama cried before getting onto her hands and knees and scrubbing at the floor with a rag. Katara stared at her fingers. They looked good as new! She wasn't hurt anymore!
"What was that?" Katara marveled. Hama smiled, she couldn't stop a bit of pride sneaking into her lips.
"Healing. Water benders have the most tricks. Exceeded only by the air benders. Fire benders can consume. Earth benders can toss the world around. But water benders…we have the most variety. Just like the element we control."
"You'll teach me this?" Katara asked eagerly. Hama grinned, her teeth looking strong and sharp and feral.
"Oh child. I will teach you so much more then this." Katara hopped off of the counter and embraced her new teacher. Happily rubbing her cheek against the older woman's ear. It wasn't her gran gran. But it was a start!
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