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.
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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.
The sunlight was starting to come in through the red curtains. Everything in the bedroom was red or black. It reminded the sleepers of soot and smoke and fire. The lava that flowed beneath the castle. The very lifeblood of his home.
Zuko stirred in his sleep. It was still early. He did not have to go to his practices just yet. He could rest for a little bit. He could relax even. He was going to be learning more fire bending moves today. He hated fire bending. He never had the stomach for it. He preferred blades. They were there, they were real, they had substance. Fire was willpower made into reality. Sometimes the young boy feared that he lacked willpower.
Give him a sword or a knife though…And he could show his will.
He opened his eyes. He was on his side and stared at the little girl sharing his pillow. Katara had not used the bed they had provided for her. It sat unused at the base of his imperial bed. She had one hand curled underneath her ear. Balled into a tiny fist. Her other hand was pressed on top of the sheets. She had a small droplet of sweat on her temple.
She did not complain of the heat much. But he had seen her wiping at her face and nose rather often. She wasn't used to the climate. Yet. His father had made sure that the two water tribe women would inevitably get used to it.
Zuko stared at the little girl. Her hair was in a wild tangle behind her head. Her eyelashes were smooth and long. Her skin seemed to reflect the very light. He was reminded of a pond, deep and hypnotic. Where if you swam you could drown. She was such a little thing though.
Zuko wetted his lips. She was still breathing evenly. Gently blowing air out of her nostrils. He hadn't realized how close they had shifted in the night. He used her as a glorified hot water bottle. Something to keep his bedsheets at a comfortable temperature. He had nothing deeper for her besides that. It was just him being rational….right?
Zuko didn't dare shift. He didn't dare breath. He didn't dare even think. She was so close to him. Her black eyes had shrunk. There was a vague discoloring. But nothing as puffy or horrific as they had been.
She was still breathing softly. Her clothes were rumpled from tossing in her sleep. He hadn't even noticed. He assured himself that he was the prince of the fire nation. That he was the son of a lord. That he was ordained. That what he was thinking was unusual.
Still he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Just for a breath. Then he pulled away and promptly got out of bed. He stomped to his closet and began to dress. He did so quickly. He glanced over his shoulder once before exiting. His sash was loose. His shoulder pads were crooked. And his stockings were starting to fall. Still he left Katara sleeping in bed.
Zuko slammed the door behind him. He began running down the hallway as fast as he could.
"What are you doing up so early?" Azula said with a frown. She held a picnic basket in one hand. And a scroll in the other.
"None of your business Lala." Zuko responded. He began running back down the hall all the faster. Azula snorted and turned on her heel. If he wanted to be so mysterious let him.
After the door slammed Katara sat up slowly. Her eyes locked on the door. The early morning sunlight danced along the gold and black tiles on the floor. She pressed her fingertips to her lips. They were still warm, and a little damp. He had left some spit there.
Azula was smiling, her typical secret smile. The sort of smile that was reserved for flying cats and a criminal. Katara was preparing a cup of tea for her mistress. They could hear Zuko trying and failing at fire bending in a near by courtyard. Azula was taking the day off. She alternated between reading scrolls on the history of the fire nation and chomping on cherries. A litter of pits surrounded her side. She spat out another one and then took a large handful from the golden bowl beside her.
Katara alternated between touching her lips and doing what little chores Azula ordered upon her. She was learning well. Still she would have the strangest moments. Daydreaming away when Azula would snap her fingers at her. Honestly she was as bad as Ty Lee today. Not paying attention to anything past her nose.
Azula chewed the cherries she had in her mouth up and wiped at her lips. Spitting half the seeds onto the grass. The other half she swallowed. Katara offered Azula the cup, she sipped at the boiled water in disinterest. Azula turned her attention towards Katara. Katara looked down in subservience. Azula liked that in a pet.
"I got you a little present." Azula said in a sing song voice. Katara looked up in confusion.
"A present?"
"Of course. Don't you know how long you've been here?" Katara shook her head. Azula pulled a picnic basket closer to the two and opened it up.
"Long enough for you to get a present. So here you go." Katara cautiously opened the picnic basket. Half expecting a rabid fire ferret to come bouncing out. Or a nest of fire nation wasps. Or some other hundred and one different torments that Azula could have inflected upon her.
Instead she found a jar. A large glass jar. With a bright blue ribbon on it. And a wooden spoon sat on top. Katara picked the jar up in amazement. It was a little bigger then a human head, it seemed a little warm. Katara's eyes widened in amazement.
"Is this….This is fire honey?" She said in delight.
"Only the finest fire honey I could get. It is from the far off mountains. Made by a order of monks. They are initiated at age 4 and trained in their secret ways for over four decades. Only then are they permitted to see the hives that hold the creatures that make this. It is one of the most powerfully flavored strains. And it's all yours." Katara grinned at Azula in amazement. She pulled off the ribbon and wrapped it smartly around her waist. It just fit. Azula did not mention the move, just raised a critical eyebrow. Truly the thrifty girl would take anything. Such like a poor.
Katara popped open the lid and took a deep breath. The tang of the honey filled the air. She beamed at it in amazement.
"There's so much! I can't wait to share this with Mom. I bet that Zuko would want some too. Hama and—" Azula shoved the wooden spoon into the top. Breaking the barrier. A second smell came out of the honey. A heavier smell. The kind that cut through the nostrils.
"I said that this was a gift for you. And just you. I expect you to eat this. All of it. In front of me. Now." Azula stated. It was not cruel, or venomous, or victorious. It was a simple statement. One born with no malice. Just a expectation, the expectation that her orders would be followed through.
Katara looked at the jar. Her stomach did a double flip. There was a lot of honey. And the smell was actually starting to get to her…It would have been a sweet treat. Something nice to even out through the months…but all of this? Right now?
"A-Azul—Mistress Azula…Are you—" Azula shoved the wooden spoon into Katara's hands.
"All of it. Now."
Katara let out a deep breath. It couldn't be that bad right? It was just fire honey. She had eaten it before. It was tasty. She might not want it afterwards…but she could eat this much. She had skipped breakfast after all. She had been too focused on her lips and what Zuko had done.
Katara pulled up a large glob of the fire honey. She popped it into her mouth. Her tongue instantly rebelled. She coughed and bent over the jar. Her eyes watering, her throat blazing. It was like eating the sun. While said sun was wrapped in the spiciest food imaginable.
"Did I forget to mention that these strain of fire honey is well known for its spice? It far outweighs any sort of sweetness it carries." Azula said in a sing song voice. Katara could only cough in response. Her eyes watering. She got the mouthful down. She could feel the slug sized ball of honey ooze its way downwards. She let out another cough. Her shoulders began to shudder.
She opened her mouth, cobwebs of honey hung from her lips and mouth. Her body shivered. This was enough heat to break a man's ribs! And she had just swallowed….one mouthful. The hole had closed up. She could not even see it anymore. It was like she had never even eaten any at all.
"What are you waiting for? Have some more." Azula cooed. She rubbed Katara's back and shoulders. Katara gazed at Azula from the corner of her eye. She then stuck the spoon back in. Swirled it around and pulled out an equally large glob. She screwed up her eyes, she turned her mouth away. She then lunged forward and popped it into her mouth.
The fireworks began in her mouth and lips again. Her hair stood on end. Her toes curled. Tears sprung from her eyes and snot streamed down her nose. Her lips felt sore and puffy. She huffed and panted. She wanted to spit, but she needed to swallow it all down. To get the overly spiced substance further down.
She glanced at the tea and grabbed a cup. She chugged the small mouthful. It was hardly enough. And she could not pour anymore. Azula would deny it to her. Call her weak. Call her cowardly. Call her…call her…
Katara ground her teeth. Azula was offering her the spoon again. Katara frowned, eyes streaming. She grabbed the side of the jar and yanked it between her knees. She dove her hand in and yanked out a massive handful of the amber colored stickiness. It was not see through. It was not solid. It was something in between. And she shoved the handful into her mouth. Her cheeks swelled as she overstuffed her mouth. Some honey slapped her cheeks. Her palm pressed insistently against her lips. Forcing herself not to spit it all out.
She shoved her hand back into the jar again. Pulling more out. She swallowed it, she could feel the honey ooze it's way down to her very core. Like a pit of darkness she swallowed more and more and more. Katara licked her fingers, she rubbed her palms together. She brushed her hair and left a small strand off kilter.
She had swallowed a third of the jar. Azula was sitting beside her. The triumph had faded in her eyes. Now a growing unease settled on the young girls shoulders.
"Fine enough." Azula said. She slipped a fingertip into the jar and tried to pull it away. Katara yanked the jar back and shoved another handful into her mouth. She was openly crying now. Her lips looked singed, a sob wracked her body.
"Enough I said! Listen to me!" Azula ordered. She yanked at the honey pot again. Katara pulled the jar back with a scowl. Azula raised her hand and slapped Katara across the face. The crack echoed around the garden and rocked the water tribe girls head back. Honey shot from Katara's mouth and splattered onto the grass. Katara turned her face back to the jar and shoveled down some more.
"Stop it!" Azula shouted. Katara had one hand firmly on the lip of the jar. The other was halfway to her mouth. Katara's face was a mess of red blotches and random stains of honey.
"Or else what? You'll hit me? I don't even feel it!" Katara shot back. Azula stood up and prepared to kick Katara in the face. Katara didn't even flinch. She just stuck her finger in her mouth and slurped on some more honey. Azula let out a bellow and slammed her foot into the ground. Upsetting the tea pot and spilling the tea across the grass. It mixed with the honey, the ants began to really go to town on the spilled ingredients.
"Be impressed already!" Azula shouted in Katara's face. Katara stared at the other girl in amazement.
"What?" Katara managed to get out between sticky lips. Azula was huffing, her own face turning a bright red.
"Worship me! Praise me! Be impressed by what I do! Show me the proper respect! Don't treat me like…like…like Zuzu! Or mother! Give me the respect I deserve! I've earned it!" Azula looked like a spoiled child. Her breath hitching, her teeth grinding her shoulders stiffening. Katara didn't stand up. She just stared harshly at Azula. Katara didn't know where the words came from. From somewhere deep inside of her. Somewhere where fire burned.
"Maybe if you do something that truly makes me respect you. Because Mistress Azula? You've done nothing impressive. Just cruel. And selfish. Just like everyone else I've met here. Until you surprise me…I won't even bother being afraid of you." Katara took another handful of fire honey and shoved it stoically into her mouth. She was still crying but her face did not betray a tremor. Her thoughts however were swimming one after the other.
I will be strong. I will be as strong as this nation. If cruelty brings them strength then let me be cruel. If this gives me strength I will eat it. I will not let them hurt me again. If the fire nation's strength comes from their cruelty then I will be of the fire nation.
Azula scowled. This was a lot less fun now that she was enjoying herself. Or at the very least pushing the pain away. Azula grabbed another handful of her sweet red favorites. She popped the cherries into her mouth and chewed. One, two, three.
Kya heard the clatter coming from the hallway. She didn't know what to expect when she went around the corner. She stared into the garden. The one with the least number of turtle ducks. The one that Azula more or less commandeered for all of her fire bending training.
She saw Azula kneeling on the ground. Bent over, hands on her neck, eyes bugging out. A small fire at her side. Azula's spit was hanging off of her lips like icicles from a sudden storm. Her back was thrusting up and down. Desperately trying to get some air. A overturned bowl of cherries was in the grass. Tea and honey were smeared across the delicious treats. A tea pot was ruined next to the bowl.
Katara was standing beside Azula in terror. Katara did not get too close. Every time she did Azula would flap a hand out and slam it at her side. A gout of fire would burst and dissipate. Katara danced backwards. Kya did not notice the tears on her daughter's face. Or the way that her lips were swollen. All Kya could see was the dying fire nation princess.
"She's choking!" Katara shouted at the top of her lungs. Kya didn't know how many steps she took. But suddenly she was beside Azula. Azula raised a hand to shoot fire at the interloper's face.
Azula's eyes were wide, terrified, desperate, pleading, all at once. As if wondering 'was this really happening to her?' 'could this really be happening to her?' She couldn't breath. She was denying help and she couldn't breath. She tried to hack up the pits stuck in her throat and she just couldn't do it!
Kya pushed Katara out of the way. The fluttering water tribe girl had gotten too close. Kya reached beneath Azula and wrapped her arms around the tiny child's stomach. Azula came up kicking and gagging. Kya cracked her fists below Azula's sternum. Once. Twice. Again. And again. And again.
Azula let out a cough and a handful of cherry pits came flying out of her mouth. The spit covered chunks splattered the ground. Leaving more red stains that the grass would carry. Kya collapsed onto her haunches and spun the now coughing hacking crying child around.
"Azula! Mistress! Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?!" Kya said running her hands up and down Azula's sweat smeared face. The make up that the young girl had put on that morning was running down her face. The lipstick was smudged, the eyeliner was running, even the blush was wearing off. Leaving behind a snot and sweat stained little girl, who was breathing deeply. But still sniffling.
Azula stared at Kya with massive saucer like eyes. Kya gripped Azula and yanked her forward. Squeezing her tightly. Azula clung onto Kya's chest like a half drowned spider monkey cub. Her long fingernails working into Kya's top. Azula's shivering got worse and worse. Her eyes staring into space, but not losing an inch of their size. Kya shushed the still sobbing princess. Rubbing her back and the crown of her head soothingly. She even gave Azula's forehead a little kiss. As if that might make the last thirty seconds all disappear. Kya was only going to let go when Azula was good and ready.
Katara watched on. Her hands wrapped around her own sides. Katara squeezed her elbows and looked away, terrified that she might have seen something too private, too taboo, something not meant for her eyes. She shivered at the display. The honey continued to leak out of the pot, a thick trickle of gold and red drip drip dripping. Feeding the ants that scurried in the short grass.
Kya looked at her daughter, she gave Katara a tightlipped smile. The little girl did not return the comfort.
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.