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The slapping sound of dough in bowl filled the kitchen. The scents of boiling oils and heating water also danced around the duo. Hama slammed the dough into the bowl again and again. Katara carefully folded the raw meat in on itself. The two women worked in silence. At times Hama would correct Katara's stance, widen her footing, arch her shoulders a little.
Neither spoke but Katara recognized the stance and the movements. It was water bending. Hidden yes. Private yes. But it was definitely actual formal moves and positioning. She would practice more in the evening if she got some free time. Hama looked out the door and windows.
The old woman then began to move some water from one bowl to another. She arched her wrists and it froze. She unarched her wrists and splayed her fingers and it turned to water again. Katara followed the moves carefully. Her eyes hungering after the movements. Drinking in each one with gusto.
Katara then imitated the old woman to the best of her ability. The water floated, the water bubbled, the water got into the bowl, the water froze, the water unfroze. Katara grinned toothily at Hama. She smiled encouragingly and nodded her approval.
"You might have a natural knack for this." Hama said approvingly. Katara smirked and bowed, proud of herself. She was nearly bubbling with enjoyment. Her bruised eyes had gone down, her training with Hama was going smoother. Even the nonsense with Azula was getting better.
The fire nation girl had seemed to be a little more mellow after she choked. Katara's one complaint was that Azula seemed to be hanging around Kya a lot more.
Sometimes it would be little things. Having Kya fetch Azula's morning tea. Or having Kya readjust Azula's clothes so that they were prim and proper. Other times it was actively telling Katara to go and fetch Kya. Just for Kya to do something completely inanine. Such as clean a room or fetch Azula some tea. Things Katara could have easily done herself.
The real blow was that now Katara barely had any time with Kya to herself. She missed her mother, between serving Ursa one day, Zuko the next and then Azula the day after Katara felt like she was being shuffled around.
She got to see her mother during meals. Sometimes. If Ursa didn't insist that the children and parents eat at different times and in different places.
Katara started to water bend the water into the bowl and moved it into the bubbling stew pot. She smiled as the smell filled the room. It was thick and oily. And had a hint of onion. Hama elbowed her out of the way and began to chop up another row of vegetables for the pots. Katara helped by peeling some corn. Placing the shucks into the fire. It seemed like a waste. All of that could have made for good composting. But this was how Hama had insisted upon it.
"When did you learn all of this?" Katara asked. She glanced towards the water bowl. And nodded towards it. "You know…All of this."
Hama let out a sigh and turned towards the door again. She bit her thumb and then nodded. Katara walked over and closed the door. Hama pulled a small stool over and sat on it. Katara kneeled on the floor.
"There isn't much to tell. I was trained in the arts. There were plenty of other people there to help and train me. We helped each other. We trained each other. That was part of our network. It was part of our culture. But then we were taken. One by one. Piece by piece. We were taken. I was one of the last ones taken. I managed to escape when they took me to their…Well they took me into Hell. That is the only way to describe it. We were in Hell. And I managed to tear myself out. I ran and hid in a small village on one of the coast villages. It was a fishing village. One day, completely by accident Azulon arrived."
"Fire Lord Azulon?" Katara shifted forward. Hama smirked.
"Yes. He was a young lord then. He had his oldest son Iroh with him. The two of them took a liking to me. And the services that I provided. And they brought me back to the palace with them. I worked my way up. They got bored of me. And that was that. I figured out this little secret. That the safest place to be was under the wolf lion's nose. They looked everywhere for the final southern water bender. And they didn't even think to see who was cooking their meals and making their beds." Katara and Hama shared a smile. Half smug, half relieved. Hama had survived horrors. A young water bender and an old water bender. Neither expected to ever meet the other. Or meet a fellow bender.
Katara felt the tug between them. As if her very blood was calling out to her. And drawing the old woman to herself as well. The tide and the moon, locked and swirling, ying and yang. It was everything that Katara had been missing in the south pole! If only she didn't have to go to this den of demons to find it.
"I remember when I first arrived here too. It was a few…well the anniversary will be here in a few weeks. You can tell because the early winter melons start to bloom." Hama gazed out the window towards the few blossoms on the trees. The tree branch tapped a little beat on the window. Katara stood up sharply and ran to the window. She then spun to look at Hama in terror.
"They have winter melons here?" She said nervously. Hama pressed a hand to her chest and nodded in confusion.
"Why yes…why do you-"
"The Dancing Festival! It's only a few days away! We're going to miss it!" Katara said she pressed her fists together and started running in place. Her eyes jumping left and right. As if trying to think of a way to get all the way back to the southern water tribe. "The dancing! The food! The crackling! The the the songs! We are going to miss it all! I…I…I…I It's one of my favorite celebrations! What are we going to do? I can't miss it! I can't miss it!"
"Miss what?" Kya asked as she walked into the room. She was carrying an empty tea pot. And she had a few scrolls tucked under one arm. Her lipstick was smudged a little and her hair was pressed upwards into wings. She was readjusting her very short and form fitting loin cloth. It didn't even reach her knees today. Her more then generous booty and hip meat were eating that piece of cloth up.
Her hair resembled a nest. Almost as if someone had taken her hair and yanked it roughly backwards. Her neck had some bite marks around her collar. Some of the bite marks had lipstick around them.
Hama knew that flushed look on Kya's face. It was the look of a woman who had just been freshly fucked. Hard, long, and with no rest. Kya's ass was bruised, as were her knuckles and shoulders. Some from her trident training, and some from her love making. Both of which were increasing in intensity.
"The Dancing Festival! It's going to happen in a few days! And we're going to miss it Mom!" Katara ran up to Kya and was bouncing around her mother, pulling at Kya's arms and elbows. Kya let herself be yanked one way and then another. She placed the scrolls and the tea pot down.
"The Dancing Festival?" Kya mumbled in amazement. She had completely forgotten about the festival! She had been too busy…Clearly too busy. Mostly on account that she was trying to keep Katara as safe as possible. And following all of her master's orders. Kya was trying to keep her head about herself. And the child was talking about a festival?
Katara's head bobbled, like it was on a spring. Her fingernails dug into Kya's arm.
"It only comes once a year! And we haven't prepared anything for it! We can't miss it! I might not remember the songs and dances for next year! I can't ask Gran Gran what they are out here! What if the spirits don't get the proper respect? They won't be able to move the glacier's and refreeze the walrus whale paths!" Katara's lips were quivering. Her eyes wide. Kya suppressed a frustrated scowl. All she could do was sigh and rub her fingers to her forehead.
"Katara." Kya said softly. Katara paused and clasped her hands under her chin.
"PLEASE MOM! I'll do anything! We just need an hour in the garden together! That's it! We don't even need the sea cucumber jelly! Or the jellyfish arms! All we need to do is give the dance! Just the dance! I promise I'll never ask for anything else! Ever again!" She was squirming in place. Kya leaned against the kitchen counter. Her head was floating on her shoulders. She had not gotten much sleep.
Ozai had insisted on fucking her ass until she passed out. Then they had slapped her sore ass until she woke up and face fucked her. How the two fire royals were able to fuck all the time was insane. Their libido's had to be broken. After dawn broke Kya then had to attend her training. Which she was seeing results in. Her arms were firmer, her biceps starting to grow. Her thighs and glutes were firming up. She even felt the beginning of ab's starting to poke through.
"Katara…I can't give you the festival. We have so little time to plan any of it. We can't just stop what we're doing to play—"
"It's not play! The spirits keep balance!" Katara shouted. She stomped her foot and glared up at her mother. Her eyes were brimming with frustration. "The spirits keep balance. And it's up to us to help them keep balanced! We might be in the fire nation but that's no excuse to—"
"Katara." Kya said sharply. Her tone subduing her daughters. Katara quieted. Her eyes did not loose an ounce of hardness. Kya placed her hands on Katara's shoulders and kneeled.
"Katara. Please. The spirits will understand if we miss just one festival. We have missed plenty even when we were back in the south pole."
"But we were home when we missed them." Katara insisted. Kya squeezed Katara's shoulders. Both of their minds a turmoil. Finally Kya rubbed her eyes.
"Okay. Okay. How about this? I will ask Mistress Ursa if we can celebrate the festival. Just you and me. Just for a hour at most. It will probably be fast. Just between chores. We can sing a few of the stories. And maybe do a few of the dance moves. If the spirits don't understand our predicament then there is nothing we can do. It won't be like home. But it will be what we can do. Okay?" Kya stared into Katara's face. Katara's lips were a tight line. She was clearly despondent. But it was between this or nothing at all.
"Okay." Katara said softly. She walked to the counter and took a silver tray. There was a platter of fruit and small sweet cakes on it. She was not permitted to eat any of it. She walked out of the kitchen. Her collar dragging on her neck.
Kya watched as Katara left. Kya leaned both hands on the counter and closed her eyes. She let out a deep bone weary sigh.
"I remember a few of the recipes. I can make something for the two of you." Hama said softly behind Kya. Kya nodded to the older woman in thanks.
"Please."
"How are you going to convince Ursa?" Hama asked. She was thinking hard. She remember some of the recipes. Pig lamb would substitute for walrus whale blubber. And maybe some cabbage leaves could be used instead of seaweed. It would not be perfect, but it would be better then nothing.
"You might not see this Hama. But I am an expert in linguistics. I know just what to say to convince Mistress Ursa to give us a few moments." Kya picked up her scrolls and refilled the tea pot. She was out the door in two clicking steps. Her hips knocking the sliding door closed again.
Ursa let out a loud low moan. Her red robe was open and splayed beneath her. Her round ass cheeks were rubbing against the fine silk. Her head was thrown back. The muscles standing out on her neck. Her toes curled and played softly with the coarse fabric on Kya's back.
Kya's fingers bit into Ursa's thigh meat. Spreading the legs further and further apart. Giving Kya's tongue a chance to work it's magic. She flicked and prodded. She did not explore. Exploring was for new lovers. And the two of them were intimiately familiar with each other's bodies at this point. Kya's tongue knew exactly where to go. Which sections of pussy tunnel to press. Which sections to flick. Which sections could stand a harder tongue thrashing and which parts were better left alone.
Kya let out a growl and pushed her face in deeper. Ursa's pussy lips were waxed and slippery in the mid morning sunlight. Ursa's hair was like a raven river, a few strands were loose around her large puffy nipples. Kya gazed upwards at her mistress. The cute faces that Ursa were pulling almost made her look as if she was stimulating labor. Or a tough work out.
Love us. Love us. Love us.
Echoed in Kya's head. Her ears pricked up. Curious as to where these almost words were coming from. They were not deep enough to be from next door. But she put them out of her mind. She was focused on getting Ursa in the right mood. In the best mood. And the best mood for Ursa was just before orgasm.
It was a tricky path to walk. If she pushed too far then Ursa would orgasm and Kya would be left nowhere. But if it was too far away then Ursa would just twist her words against her. Ozai was easier to manipulate in bed. After he cam he was a little cunt drunk and stupid. You just needed to ask for a small reasonable request and he would give it. To shut her up if nothing else.
Kya judged Ursa's eyes carefully. If they closed she was lost. Instead they flickered downwards and locked onto Kya's eyes.
"M-mistress?" Kya pulled her aching tongue out of the honey trap. Ursa's juices were heavy on Kya's lips and chin. Even splattered her cheeks. Kya's own pussy lips were dripping like a stream. You could put a water wheel between her legs and it would be spinning like a pinwheel.
"You stopped?" Ursa moaned in dissatisfaction. Kya gulped down her rising fear. It was an easy request. Something quick. Something simple….
"I need a favor!" Kya blurted out. She kissed the inside of Ursa's leg. Worshipping the milf flesh. Worshipping the leg that owned her. "Just a small request my loving mistress."
Ursa frowned downwards. While Ursa was nice…she was not kind. Kya knew that well. Ursa could be all smiles and geniality. But she was still the master. And Kya the pet.
"A request? What makes you think you are worthy to make a request of one such as I?" Ursa said. Her ankles crossed behind Kya's back. Kya knew she had made a mistake. But it was do or drown as was a common saying in the south.
"I…I did…When Azula…"
"You believe that you deserve something for doing your duty? My fool of a daughter ate too fast and choked. She should have known better. Now maybe next time she won't scarf her food down like a common glutton. What you did was not special. Any servant in your place would have done the same thing. Probably much more. In fact….why didn't your daughter try and save mine? She was the first one there…It is almost suspicious." Ursa leaned down and gripped Kya's chin.
Kya's heart beat was going faster then she could think. Somehow Ursa had twisted everything. So now it seemed as if Katara was conspiring something! Or that Katara had purposefully let Azula choke!
"N-No! I would…She wouldn't…"
"What is it you expect to be granted? Some gold? A private room in the mansion just for yourself and Katara? Maybe a nicer collar? Oh I know! We can send you both back to your wild wasteland you came from! We wouldn't be able to put you exactly where we found you. The war is making transportation on the water difficult. But maybe within walking distance of your little fishing village? That is if we recall where it is. Or if they didn't move it." Ursa purred. Kya sputtered and shook her head.
"N-No! Never! We are…We are the fire nations property! We would never ask that!" Ursa smiled and rubbed Kya's cheek.
"Tell me then my silly snow goose." Ursa tightened her legs around Kya's shoulders. Like a parrot python on the prowl. "What is it you want?"
Katara walked next to Lady Ursa. She was despondent. She had only talked in quick one or two syllable words all day. It was the Dancing Festival. One of the festivals to celebrate the movement of spirits and the revitalization of the globes seasons. The festival was small. And not as important as the unification one between tribes, or the spirit light festival. But Katara still took it very seriously. And now here she was….Far from home…Alone except for this queen among demons…and without even the chance to celebrate her heritage.
She felt like a bug. Like a bug beneath a persons boot heel. Lady Ursa had been vague about the matters of the day. And the two of them had spent most of it in her offices. Katara would be sent to fetch certain scrolls now and again. But mostly she just stood and served tea. It was very boring, and depressing. Left alone with her thoughts all she could do was brood.
They had done that all morning. Her brooding, Ursa balancing check books. Until finally Ursa had stood and announced they were going for a walk around the gardens. Katara glanced towards the sky wistfully. The sun was reaching it's zenith. This was when the festival was meant to begin. The tribes kinsmen would be gathering all across the south. Getting out the whips for the crackling, the food would have been cooked and prepared. Some lucky leader would be wearing the pelt of a royal white spirit bear and leading the entire village in the first few dances.
Katara stared sullenly at the floor. She should have expected this. Of course her mom couldn't perform miracles. She couldn't just snap her fingers and magically transport them back home.
Ursa took Katara's shoulder and guided her towards another hallway. Katara was grateful that they had stopped putting her on a leash. Her neck wasn't as sore anymore. It was a little moment of compassion. Or maybe the fire nation royal family thought she was just trained well enough.
Ursa didn't say a word. Just smiled and opened the sliding door to one of the gardens. The shining blue lanterns perked Katara's interest. Then the smells hit her. The frying blubber, the stewing greens, the thick oily scent of rich rice balls. She gasped and rushed past Ursa. Her manners and training forgotten.
The garden had been transformed. Instead of red and orange lanterns there were soft blues and purples. The grass had been stomped down and crushed ice sat in piles here and there. A few rocks had been painted white and then placed carefully into the water. They resembled mini ice flows.
A table was set to the side with multiple traditional water tribe dishes. Many of which had been substituted with fire nation meat and vegetables. But Katara could still recognize the basic attempts. Standing near the center was Kya. She wore a long blue skirt. It reached her ankles. The thick wool was fringed with blue whale fur. And had a few large iron discs attached to the hips. Her top consisted of a fire nation royals white ermine ferret fur coat. Designed for winter months but it would do. Kya had her hair up in the traditional braids. And had painted the black water lines over her chin.
"Mom! Mom! Thank you!" Katara rushed across the grass and glomped onto her mother. Squeezing her firmly. Katara could feel a prickling of tears at the back of her eyes. It was just like home! Or as close as they could get.
"Don't thank me. Mistress Ursa is the one who set all this up." Kya said. Katara looked up with a big goofy grin on her face. She then turned and charged the fire nation royal. Ursa let out an oof of surprise as Katara hugged her tightly.
"Thank you Lady Ursa!" Katara said. She pulled away and bowed quickly again and again. Each bow punctuated with a 'thank you'. Ursa smiled and rubbed the back of Katara's head.
"I am mostly interested in these dances and song's your mother told us about. This is partially a demonstration." Ursa clapped her hands and a trio of servants carrying straight backed wooden chairs approached. The chairs were placed a respectful distance from Kya. Ursa walked to the center one and sat demurely.
Azula and Zuko came from either direction and placed themselves to Ursa's left and right respectfully.
"Go and get dressed. Then we can begin." Kya whispered to Katara. Katara looked up at her mother with wide amazed eyes. She had only been wearing the clothes provided for her. They had water tribe clothing?
Ten minutes later Kya and Katara stood in front of the royal trio. Hand in hand. Staring at them. The blue light was flickering, making the two look like they were standing underwater.
"This is foolish. Why must I learn about some savage custom at the bottom of the world?" Azula hissed over to Zuko.
"Uncle Iroh say's that learning about another's culture helps you learn their way of thinking. It makes conquering and battle strategy easier." Zuko hissed back.
"Right the fat old man who can't even conquer a village without sending me back a toy. I'm sure he knows everything about 'culture'" Azula said with quotation marks.
"Hush you both. They're starting." Ursa said pinching her children's ears to get their attention.
Katara opened her mouth. And very formally began to hum. It was a low deep sound. Which sounded odd coming from someone so small and young. It was the sound of glaciers cracking. The sound of ice flows breathing. Of the ice and snow itself compacting together.
"Before there was the world. There was snow. And before there was snow. There were water benders." Kya intoned. Her voice flowed with Katara's. The translation into the common tongue left a few words out. It jumped the story around. But the point was being made.
"The moon guided them. The moon brought light to the land. The moon taught the first water benders. Today we dance for her. And her children the spirits. Today we give thanks to her. Today we tell the story of the first water benders. Of the first dancers of the poles."
Katara scurried forward and grabbed Zuko's hand.
"We need your help. Only a man can do this part." His eyes widened in surprise. She pulled him to the side. She scurried to the dining table and then placed a whip in his hand. He quirked a confused eyebrow.
"Just crack it on every third beat. It's ceremonial." Katara whispered.
"You use whips for music?"
"Well its not like we can use them for much else. It's supposed to be a singing string but this will have to do." Katara whispered back. She then hitched up her ankle length blue wool skirt and ran back to her mother. Bare feet leaving little footprints in the powder.
Kya nodded to Katara who returned the nod. The two then began to dance. They held their hands to their left, just above the shoulder. Then they got onto their tiptoes and began stepping. It was a very leg based danced. Their knees and hips lead. They would swing one hip outwards and then move it back. A hidden musician began banging on a drum. The bangs weren't right. The drum was made out of the wrong animal hide. But it would have to do.
'At least they aren't blowing those awful horns.' Katara thought before focusing back on her movements. She concentrated on her hands. Clapping them open and closed with her mother. Kya's hips were larger and more eye catching. And she had more experience so her shoulders did not droop or bounce with her movements. The metal discs reflected the light off of their sides. Making the two resemble some sort of spirit. Or at least the eyes of one.
Zuko stared at Katara. She looked amazing. Her eyes were set in concentration. Her lips were pulled back and she was smiling widely. Her elbows were firmly in place. Even her hair in those braids seemed to be glowing with radiance. He remembered what she said about the whip just as the beat began. He hauled back and let the whip fly. The crack cut the night. Just like the crashing of waves on rocks. Katara and Kya both grinned and nodded to him. He waited and then did it again. And again. And again. A whip felt good in his hand. Familiar somehow. What was a whip but a soft sword? Just an extension of his body.
Kya and Katara came to the end of their first dance and bowed. Ursa began to clap. Azula rolled her eyes in annoyance. Katara frowned towards the grass. The first dance could be done with as many or as few people as possible. But the next dance represented Ice, Water and steam. The three forms of water and water bending. You NEEDED three people for this.
Hama clattered near the food. Her eyes glancing towards the two dancers now and again. Katara ran towards her, grabbed the old woman by the wrist and yanked her yelping to stand beside her mother.
"Water." Katara pointed to herself.
"Ice." She gestured grandly to the pale faced Hama.
"Steam." She finally pointed to Kya.
"The three elements in one." With that the next song began and Katara started dancing. Kya and Hama exchanged nervous looks. Kya then began. This one had more movement in the belly and the hips. Sometimes they would press their hips briefly to the other.
"Just try to keep up and follow what we do." Kya stage whispered to Hama. Hama nodded gratefully and took up the position. Her eyes traced their way up and down Kya's sides. Following the movements. Trying not to keep perfect pace. A difficult task. Hama's body might have been old, but still she recalled the celebrations. And her muscles sang with the remembering. Just like embracing an old friend, Hama moved to the music naturally. Her eyes closed for a moment.
And she was back. The scent of the sea, the crunch of the cold, the heat of her friends and family around her. She was back in the south pole. She was home. Even just for a heartbeat she was home.
Kya and Katara continued their movements. The two continued their throat singing. The words tumbling out. Less like lyrics and more like feelings. More like giving thanks to the land, and the moon and the souls that lived there. The shaking of the trio's hips reached a crescendo. Zuko's whip cracked through the air.
Ursa stood and applauded. Her smile wide as the three stood panting.
"Bravo! Bravo!" She crowed out in delight. Katara grinned widely and bowed. Kya smiled and curtsied humbly. Hama's smile was suppressed. But even she was giving off a pleased air. Azula snorted and jumped from her chair.
She walked over and surveyed Kya critically. Walking around and around the older woman. Azula's sharp eyes took in every little detail of the outfit and the pose. Azula then stood beside Katara and took the same pose. Hands up, one foot pointed.
"Like this?" She said scornfully and began to move her hips. Her hands clapping every now and again.
"No. More like this." Katara said in surprise. She held her own hands up and demonstrated. Azula moved her legs in time with Katara's. It was not exact but it was closer. The two girls stared at each other. A bit of tension was starting to rise up between the two. Like storm clouds brewing.
"Like this?" Azula said crisply. Her pose flawless.
"No. More like this." Katara responded smartly.
"Your shoulder's are a little tight. Try doing it like this." Kya placed her hands on Azula's shoulders and pushed one down and then up. Then again, and again, stimulating a wave. Azula took the advice. Her movements went smoother.
"How do you do that with your hips?" Zuko asked in amazement. He was trying to make his hips copy the women's. But his stiffness was starting to show.
"Like this." Kya said gripping his hips and moving them a little bit more. She then demonstrated again. "Think less like a ship on the ocean, and more like the ocean itself."
Ursa chuckled a little. Seeing her children attempting this little game. It was very entertaining. Then Katara took her by the wrist and pulled her up to join them. The six stood in a loose clump. Kya moving around to reset someone. To give a push here, a prod there. The dance wasn't exact. But it was better. Katara smiled widely, the blue lights, the ice chips, the white rocks. The water in the ponds splashed a little, as if feeling her playful feelings. Hama was the only one who noticed that the water was moving in beat with Katara's movements.
Ursa only had eyes for Kya and Zuko. Something that her daughter shared with her.
"Thank you." Hama said later in the evening. She scrapped a few scraps off of the bottom of the bowl. She popped them into her mouth chewed and swallowed. It was no sea cucumber and urchin stew. But it would do. Katara looked at Hama in surprise. The two were cleaning up the dishes after the small private festival.
Katara smiled at the dish she was cleaning.
"I couldn't just leave you out."
"You very well could have." Hama responded smartly. She took a few clean bowls and stacked them in their cupboard. "I have never seen those children dance before. Or Lady Ursa. You are an influence on them. Be careful with that."
"Careful?"
"In this court an influence means a threat. If you can convince them to do something then others will resent you for that. And if someone goes after you…Well I've made it this far. I don't intend to be undone by one little girl. So be careful. Understand?"
Hama glared at Katara. The little girl nodded. The water she was using seemed to turn ice cold. She scrubbed at the stain all the harder.
Kya walked into the fire nation royal bedroom. She was nude except for her collar, her high heels, and her smile. Ozai was seated on a small leather chair. Just sticks and a sling. He was leaning backwards. Ursa was kneeling beside him. Her hands pumping his dick skin. His erection was slippery with oil. His balls hung heavily between his legs. Like a ram goat in heat.
"My wife informed me of your dances this evening." Ozai spoke with his deep rumbling voice. Kya bowed deeply. Showing off as much of her back and neck as possible.
"Yes master."
"Show it to me." He ordered. Kya glanced briefly at Ursa. The fire nation woman was still stroking his dick. Completely oblivious to Kya's questioning look. Kya did not get that far by being a fool. She held up her hands and began to move her hips and legs.
Ozai's dick twitched in Ursa's grasp. His balls seemed to stir. He leaned his hands on his knees. Kya's hips and legs began to move a little bit faster. She did not have the beat but she could get close.
"Turn around while you do it. Show me that fat ass." He ordered. Kya did so. Her butt cheeks bouncing a little. Ozai rubbed his goatee as eagerly as Ursa rubbed his dick. Ursa bit her lip. While she disliked her husband she did have to admit…He had a magnificent cock. It was like a drinking gourd. Large, firm, and full of refreshing fluid.
"Dance faster." Ozai ordered. His eyes drinking in every curve of Kya's body. The water tribe woman obeyed. Her hips moving at an insistent pace. Her thighs began to thrum. She had already danced a lot that evening. She wasn't sure how much energy she would have for fucking afterwards.
"Put down your arms. Only move your hips." Ozai ordered. Kya was surprised by the request. But quickly complied. Her eyes glanced over her shoulder. Her eyelashes framed her eyes lovingly. Her bright blue eyes nearly glowing in the dark.
"Faster." He ordered again. Kya did so, her feet slid a little. She changed her stance. It wasn't even a traditional dance anymore. It was just her shaking her hips and ass. The sound of clapping filled the air. Kya took a moment to realize it was her ass cheeks hitting each other. She put her hands on her knees and glanced down. Her heart beat didn't even change.
This…wagging…this…movement…she didn't dare call it a dance. This was humiliating. This was insulting. This made her feel….Erotic. Like she was only her body. Like her hips and butt cheeks and thighs were meant to be gawked and oogled at. Like she was meant to be nothing but living arousal. All for the fire royal and his wife. A month ago she would have been more humiliated. But now? She actually found it sort of hot. Sort of erotic. The heat in her core started to grow. Her chest felt tight and her throat dry.
Her 'wagging' increased. Like a pet that had just spotted its favorite owner. Her butt cheeks continued their clapping. Her applause towards the royals. The best way to tell them what she was to them. A pair of butt cheeks compressed to a nice wide set of breeder hips. She felt like a heifer in heat. Something to be gazed at. Her butt cheeks bounced. One above the other. Her hips got into the rhythm. She wasn't going to lie…It was actually a pretty entertaining bit of exercise. Much better then what she had to do in the trident training room.
"Enough." Ozai ordered. Kya stopped her bouncing. Standing ass still out. Her body shivered, she was coated in a fine layer of sweat.
"Amazing isn't it?" Ursa cooed as she spat on her palm and began to rub his cock again. Ozai was smiling. Not a happy smile. A predatory one. One that lived on a tiger sharks face.
"Yes….Very interesting. Kya, you shall teach these 'dances' to the best servants. Only the thiccest, the roundest, the youngest ones. The ones who can learn these moves. Ursa. You shall choose the best of the best of the household. I expect them to be experts within a week. If these water tribe dances are truly this easy to learn…Well the fire nation might find some use for them." His dick spasmed and a thick load of pre cum splashed across Ursa's face and tits. She wiped some off with her finger tips. She popped them into her mouth and sucked with a smile.
"Yes Ozai." Ursa said. She snapped her fingers at Kya. Kya got onto all fours and crawled forwards. She reached the cock. And began to obediently suck. Just like she had been taught to do.
The clapping in the water tribe village increased. A group of women finished their dance and jumped out. A ring was rapidly forming. Old woman, young children, injured men, the ones who could not contribute to the war effort were all there. In a small ring in the center of the village. They placed their arms around each other's shoulders. And began to dance around and around.
The deep throat singing continued. Echoing upwards towards the skies. One part nature, one part spirit, one part the human soul itself. June sat on the sidelines. She nodded along to the dancing. Her beloved pet sat in a pouch on her chest. The two flicked their tongues out now and again. Tasting the crisp air.
June did not care for this place. With it's hardy people and its rich food. She did not enjoy the cold and the traditions. But this was something to see. A village, one that had so little, celebrating like this. Guiding spirits, giving thanks to them, and dancing. She hadn't seen dancing like this outside of a bar for a long time.
A figure clad in white strode from the circle. Sokka was wearing the spirit bear pelt. The head was the size of his chest and sat on the paws. He wore it like a flowing robe mixed with a blanket. The animal pelt was far too big for him. But apparently no one from wolf cove had been blessed by a spirit bear for a long time. And that meant he had to wear the furs.
"Come on! Everyone needs to dance. It's the only way for the spirits to find their way home." He said. June snorted dismissively.
"I don't dance. And I don't know the moves." She responded snidely. She only left the igloo because of the music. And what a big deal they made of the entire affair.
"Today you do. And Gran Gran will show you." He grabbed her wrist and yanked her. One hand on hers, his other hand balled in the white furs around his knees. He pulled her into the circle. Arms were thrown around her shoulders. The rumbling of throats was even louder in the circle.
She cocked her head. She could hear more rumbling. Coming from far away. Was that the noise of another village? There was a different pitch to it though. There were multiple pitches.
Realization hit like a brick to the head. The songs from other villages were so loud that they actually reached Wolf Cove. All across the south pole, thousands of people were joining their voices together. All singing, all grumbling, all dancing. The very ice was shaking with their foot beats. The swishing of long skirts on snow made a tinkling noise. This was more then just a celebration of the spirits. It was a celebration of life. Of them, of all of them alive here together.
Sokka stood in the center of the circle. A small boy clad in white. His dance moves were formal. Practiced. Stiff. He took every move with great seriousness. He looked young, small, like the world was pressing down upon him. He sang the song of the ancients. His dance moves simpler. But coordinated to such a degree that practice was clear in every last muscle.
Gran Gran was beside June. She squeezed the younger woman's shoulders. June studied Sokka's grandmother's face. The lines were deep, the white hair all the more bleached. The woman had known sorrow through her entire life. So much she didn't even cry anymore. And what welled up in the old woman's eyes was pride.
A shifting woke June up. She opened her eyes. The igloo was still dark. But her eyes adjusted. Sokka was snuffling in his sleep. His arms wrapped around her tightly. Nyla was cushioned between June and the sleeping little boy. His eyebrows were relaxed, his mouth open.
He only seemed relaxed when he slept. June and Sokka and Gran Gran shared the igloo out of practicality. Also because it was warmer with three people. And Nyla enjoyed the warmth. Sokka snorted in his sleep, drool was coming down his cheek. He actually looked like a little boy for once.
"He is young. And impressionable." Gran Gran said in the darkness. Her hair was in a sleeping braid. The old woman was holding herself up on one arthritic elbow. She was a faint outline in the darkness. June nodded towards the old woman. They were both sitting up now and looking at the sleeping child.
"He is sad. He hides it well but I know. He lost his father, his mother and sister taken from him. They might as well be dead now too. He is adrift. That's why the spirit bear saved him. To give him an anchor. He lost a little sister. And he thinks he gained an older one. We both know that's not true."
June didn't respond to this. She stroked some hair off of Sokka's cheek.
"When you leave. Not if. When. You will break his heart. I want you to remember that. Wherever you go. Whatever you do. You will have hurt him. Deeply. So be careful what you do next. Because he will not forgive it. He is like me. We hold onto our pain. We hold it deep." Gran Gran leaned forwards. June could see the old southern water tribe woman clearly now.
"I never said I would stay forever." June tried to defend herself.
"I know that. But does he?" Gran Gran looked down at the sleeping boy. "Take care June. Because when you leave this cove, you will not be welcomed back."
The two women leaned back down. Staring upwards at the ceiling. Nyla shifted and snorted in her sleep. And Sokka dreamed on.
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