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The wet sloppy sound of open mouth on cock filled the bedroom. Kya bobbed her head up and down. Her neck was relaxed. Her throat was stretched. Her bare ass wiggled back and forth. She paused and began to lick and slurp eagerly. She felt the familiar twitching of Ozai's cock.
He grunted and gripped the back of her head. Shoving himself crudely into the back of her mouth. She gagged over dramatically. His cum flooded her throat. Cascading downwards and into her awaiting stomach. She pulled back, a bit of steam was rising from her lips. She pulled her fingers out from underneath his knees. She purposefully ran her middle finger around her mouth, collecting every last bit of cum that had missed. She licked her fingers, rubbing them all around her nose and lips.
Her tongue flicked her fingernail and she smiled alluringly towards Ozai.
"Is my master ready for a—"
"Kya! Here! Now!" Ursa said sharply snapping her fingers above Kya's head. Kya instantly turned on a dime. Her tongue sticking out and shoving itself into Ursa's pussy. The tongue lashing was insistent and well trained. Kya closed her eyes as she basked in the rich heady flavor of cock and cunt.
Only in the royal bedchambers of the royal family could she get two flavors so fast. They danced across her lips and taste buds at the same time. She could feel a thick overwhelming wave of pleasure launching all the way from her tonsils to her toe tips.
Kya let out a little squeak of satisfaction. Her orgasm was a hiccupping, back arching, soul stretching sort of thing. Kya wiggled her ass. It clapped of it's own accord. Then Ursa gave it a mighty crack. Her hand leaving a sprinking of sweat in the air. Kya let out a moan and wiggled her big round booty again.
Ursa frowned. Her jaw tightening. She brought her hand down again, and again, and again still. Her hand abusing Kya's ass. Kya let out a wince. Then closed her eyes, then reached a zenith where the pain and the pleasure seemed to blend together. She didn't know what had gotten into her mistress today. But Ursa wasn't just spanking her ass to make Kya wiggle. She was almost punishing her. Almost as if she was trying to discipline Kya into obedience.
Kya let out a wet and well earned moan. Her own orgasm happened automatically. She hadn't even been touching herself. Just the spanks to her big round butt cheeks made her entire core tighten and then expel her lust.
Ozai was standing. Sipping some iced water. He arched a critical eyebrow as he watched Ursa continue to spank Kya. A deep frown on the queens face. While Kya's eyes rolled in their sockets. Desperate for more of the good tight pussy she was currently snacking on.
"Careful you." Ozai said critically. Ursa sneered at him and spanked Kya's ass again. Kya gazed up at Ursa. While the frown was still there, Kya swore….Ursa was sniffling. Almost crying….Her eyes unfocused. And tears starting to form there…
"You are close but there is more to it then that!" Kya said with a shake of her head. The women were all nude. And oiled up. And wearing black high heels. Kya marched from one end of the dance studio to the next. The women all stood in various states of ease. Some had their arms crossed. Plumping up their impressive busts. Other's leaned back, hands resting comfortably on their big round wobble wagons. Still others stared meekly at the floor. Hands folded self consciously. One or two glowered back at Kya. As if daring this savage from the bottom of the world to give them orders.
"Your movements aren't enough like a dance. You need to move like you are water."
"Most of us have never danced before." One woman said scornfully. Kya shook her head in disgust again. She gestured for the woman to walk forward. The two stood side by side. Water Tribe and Fire Nation. A frowning black haired golden eyed demoness. A brown haired, blue eyed, beauty. Kya reached out and placed her hands on the woman's hips.
"Move them. Faster. Faster. Faster I said! Now keep it going. Now just pretend that you are a wave." The woman was shaking her entire body now. Kya gripped the dancer's shoulders and pressed downwards.
"No! Focus on your hips! That is where the wave is. Honestly I've seen pets that know how to wag better then you. You're truly the best the Fire Nation can provide?" Kya did not know why she relished this…But a terrible part of her was smiling. Deep and privately she was smiling. She was able to give orders! To exert a little control over the other woman!
Kya might have the collar around her neck….But she was also protected by said collar.
"Okay. Face the mirror….Now…." Kya cracked her hand on the Fire Nation woman's bare ass. The yelp was loud. And Kya counted to three then did it again to the other cheek. Then counted to three. And went back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over again. Until the clapping was actually getting some rhythm to it. The repetition kept the woman in check.
A few of the other's joined in. And soon the clap of Kya's hand on the booty, echoed the clap of the booty cheeks together. Like bongos of lust it filled up the dance studio. Hopefully during the next demonstration they would be able to show off even more.
"Now we are going to do this until we get it right! Keep on moving your hips and butts until it is second nature! Come on ladies! I don't want any slacking!" Kya barked out the orders. Her own tits even wobbling and jiggling with every move that she did. She was like a wave caught in an hourglass. Or pudding on strings. And the other women had to strive to keep up.
Kya gripped the metal bar. The weights on either side were locked into place. The men stepped back. There were no spotters. And this was easily twice the weight that she was used to. She took a deep breath. She planted her head, she prepared her muscles, and she lifted it.
Kya ground her teeth and breathed carefully. She slowly brought the heavy weight down. Let it press to her tits just for a moment. Then she lifted it upwards. Her breath coming in a fast little rush. She held it above her head. And brought it down. She did this ten more times then replaced it.
Kya sat up and rubbed her shoulders. Her work out gear was just a pair of solider's trousers and a crop top. She didn't even have proper boots. She grabbed a towel and wiped her face. The whistle of the stick slicing through the air reached her ears.
She somersaulted off of the bench and grabbed her trident from where it leaned on the wall. She moved with a cat antelopes speed. Her strikes were searing and governed. She frowned as she advanced on her teacher. There were two much bigger men behind him. Rushing forward to attack. Only fools attacked one at a time. There men were warriors, trained to battle.
She hit her trainer in the chest with her shoulder. She rushed forward and planted her trident. Digging Snow Goose into the floorboards she launched herself upwards. Her feet kicked out. Doing a split she nailed one man in the chin and the other in the neck. She held the pose dramatically for a moment before spinning to the ground.
Kya glanced around the room. The two dozen other warriors waited for her. It was not time for them to train her just yet. She let out a sigh. She yanked her trident from the floorboards and marched to the free weights. Her muscles were singing with the exercise. She rubbed her stomach, her abs were starting to gain more definition. It was her arms and shoulders that needed the attention.
She paused when she got to the weights. The sound of a floorboard creaking had caught her attention. She snapped up one of the thirty pounders and swung with a snarl.
Lord Iroh didn't even duck. Just stood there smiling pleasantly. Kya instantly dropped the weight and the scowl on her face.
She dropped to the floor. Bowing her head in submission.
"My lord! Forgive my—"
"You were training and I snuck up on you. Nothing to be worried about. I merely wished to extend a formal invitation. Lu Ten and I are finally leaving this afternoon. I know that you have not had the…opportunity to say goodbye to him for a while. I thought that this would be a fine moment." Iroh spoke as he would to a student. His normal soothing tone of voice instantly relaxing her.
Kya sat up on the floor in amazement.
"You two are leaving? Already? But you've been here scarcely a month!"
Iroh let out a shrug.
"The war continues. And we must leave to go to it. Alas it happens. But I wish you only the best. And I assume that we shall meet again very soon. And I know that Lu Ten has enjoyed your company immensely." Iroh gestured to a small table with a pot of tea that had been prepared.
"But more importantly, I was curious. Would you like to sit and have another cup with an old man before he marches off to unknown fates?" Kya smiled and bowed gratefully.
"I would be delighted my friend." Iroh smiled, genuinely touched by the sentiment. The two sat and shared the entire pot. The rest of her training forgotten. Kya feasted on honeyed lemon cakes. Iroh imitated some of his more absurd generals. And Kya actually found herself chuckling along to a few of his witty stories. He was a pleasant man to be around. She found her walls dropping. And the tension in her back and shoulders dissolving.
The steam in the bath house billowed around Kya. She sighed and leaned forward. She was nude on a stool. The hot water from a nearby volcanic hot spring washed over her. The steam was filtered through by a dozen bamboo pipes. She stood and walked to a nearby pipe. She yanked on it and filled a bucket. She then grabbed a rag and a ladle and walked to a corner.
A few other women were in the room. Some from her dancing lessons. Others from her work and chores. Kya scooped the water out and poured it over her head. Her eyes were clouded by the steam. You could only see a few feet in front of you in the room. In order to get out you would need to follow a path out of red rocks to exit.
There were a few rooms with cold water and cooler showers. But Kya was too used to them. The hot water was a welcome stimulation. A rare treat. She carefully cleaned her nipples. The rings had been removed for the bath. Her nipples looked longer, stronger, darker. She dabbed at them and bit her lip. They were also so sensitive now. She didn't know if it was diet, exercise, or stress, or a mix of all of them…But she felt as if her entire body was one giant knot of energy.
A crack to her ass made her yelp and spin. She glared into the steam and only saw a figure rapidly retreating. Kya frowned and hummed in irritation. This wasn't the first time it had happened. If it got their stress out then she was fine with it.
At least they treated her like a bit of an authority figure in here. At least they didn't kick her legs out from under her. Many of them didn't even chuckle when they saw her. She was not without her influence. Sure it wasn't major influence…But she was a royal pet. She could give orders and expect them to be obeyed.
She yelped when someone tactfully pinched her rear this time. She rolled her eyes. Just as long as she didn't have to deal with this too much.
Kya kneeled on the ground. Her golden bowl was swimming with fine chunks of meat and a few rice balls. The broth was salty and had a tangy aftertaste. Kya slurped it up and then bit into what she assumed was a chunk of fish. She chewed reflexivily and then drank some of the thick white hot cum like concoction that they insisted she drink. The mugs were still appearing next to her bowl every day. And Mistress Ursa had insisted that she drain them all.
Kya smacked her lips appreciatively. A grape rolled off of the table. Kya's hand snatched out, grabbed it, and popped it into her mouth. She glanced up and noticed a frowning Ursa staring down at her.
"Don't feed the pets at the table Azula." Ursa told her daughter warningly. Azula kicked her feet with a smirk on her face. The smile of a troublemaker.
"Of course not mother. I would never dream of it." Azula responded. She then plucked a fig out of her fruit bowl and let it roll off the table as well. Kya grabbed that as well and gnawed on it eagerly.
Katara was seated with her back against the wall. Her legs crossed. Her bowl in her lap. She rolled her eyes at the favoritism and commenced to eat her meal as well. Kya glanced up at Azula, who gave the older woman a conspiratorial little wink. Kya grinned gratefully up at the little girl who squirmed in her seat. Satisfied in the attention.
"I thought that Lu Ten and Uncle were going to be joining us for lunch." Zuko complained. The young man had taken to wearing a whip on his belt. Alongside a small knife. He said that he was training with both. Although how one trained with a whip was still a little suspect.
"They are both very busy preparing to leave. I am sure that they are disappointed that they had to miss you as well." Ursa said as affectionately as possible. She hastily tacked on "Your father too of course."
"Father never seems to want to eat lunch with us." Azula complained with a scowl. "All he does is talk with Fire Lord Azulon and diplomats."
"Your father is busy Azula." Ursa said firmly. Ursa then stood and picked up a sweet bun from the table. She walked over to Katara and deposited it into the little girls dish. Katara stared at the rare treat in wide eyed amazement. She looked up then back down. Jaw slack.
"It's all yours. Enjoy it. I will see you when it is time to say good bye to Lu Ten and Iroh." Ursa smoothed Katara's hair down and then walked out of the room. A spring in her step, a smile on her lips, a sway in her hips.
Kya shoved another chunk of fish into her mouth and chewed reflectively. A frown clouding the mother's face.
The royal bedroom of Princess Azula was a mess upon a mess. The stuffed animals were flung everywhere, a few had been burnt. The bedclothes had been yanked back, the very mattress shoved off. The paintings removed from the walls, and she had managed to track mud in as well.
Azula stood in the center, admiring her perfectly trimmed nails. She grinned upwards at Kya as the mother walked in. Kya shook her head and sighed in amazement.
"Sometimes Mistress Azula you truly out do yourself."
"I put all of my energy into my endeavors." Azula said, clearly proud of herself. Katara walked in and whistled.
"Man, look at this dump. You really did a number on your things princess."
"Katara." Kya said warningly. She handed the little girl a broom and spun her around. Pushing the water bender towards a corner.
"You begin on the south side and work towards the middle. I will rearrange the stuffed animals and dolls. Then we can try to salvage some of that make up."
"Katara can have it. I don't think that I would need anything. Besides I can always get more." Azula said with a smile. She stared at Katara with a strange sort of gleam in her eye. Katara glanced at the ruined make up, then up at her mom hopefully.
"Can I have it mom? Please? She won't need any of it."
"No. You will have nowhere to keep it." Kya responded. She pointed towards the spilled incense. "Now get to work. It's not going to clean itself."
The two worked in silence. Moving rapidly through the room. Katara swept, picked up, rearranged, and attempted to mentally suppress what Hama had done to Zuko last night. He seemed chipper all morning. As if he didn't even know what had happened. Katara wished she could erase her own memory that easily. So that she didn't need to remember what happened.
Katara let out a chuckle. Underneath the pile of dolls was a stuffed walrus whale. It's ridiculous tusks sticking out of a brown speckled hide. Katara picked it up and balanced the oversized feather and cotton stuffed creation on her head.
"Mom! Look! I'm like Walrus Whale clan! Arf Arf!" Katara said imitating the coastal nomads battle and trade cry. She crossed her eyes and hopped up and down a little. Kya glanced up from where she was sweeping sand up into a small dustbin.
"Katara. We don't have time to play around. You need to finish your chores." Kya said firmly. Katara frowned and put the stuffed animal back down. It wasn't fair the way her mother spoke to her. Always talking down to her. Treating her like a burden. And right now….She had just been trying to have some fun….She didn't get to play with these toys. She spent so much of her time arranging them and rearranging them…That she never actually got to pick them up and admire them. They were so soft….so cute…she missed her dolls back in the south. The ones with the cute parka's her Gran Gran had knitted.
Kya was on her hands and knees, sweeping up some more dirt and grime. She shook her head. Whatever had gotten into Azula today was affecting Katara. The two were going to be the death of her. Taking care of children, it was truly a job never done. Kya paused.
She was….happy…She was…content? She didn't feel that burning feeling of sadness anymore. For so long she had felt like she was constantly overwhelmed and powerless. But now…She felt like she was doing a task. Performing a job. Finishing some work. Just like back home in the south. She knew it was she was actually oddly enough enjoying herself.
There was the constant stream of amazing back breaking sex. The odd comfort in consistent work outs. The satisfaction of teaching women a bit of her culture, and a touch of power in dancing, Hell even eating off the floor felt strangely enough humbling and meditative now. And the food was pretty damn good too. She would have never eaten cat owl or ostrich horse if she had not been brought here.
Kya was on all fours. Her rump raised in the air. She was rooting around underneath the vanity, getting the last few pieces of some poor tree that Azula had apparently taken apart piece by piece before transporting into the room.
Something flew through the air and landed with a whoompf on Kya's ass. She glanced over her shoulder and saw another powder brush fly through the air and hit her other ass cheek. Azula grinned sheepishly.
"It was too big a target. I couldn't resist. I suppose I am just a natural athlete." Azula said with a chuckle. Kya forced a grin and a chuckle. The little trouble maker really was too much sometimes.
"It's perfectly alright my princess." Kya said. Sure now she had powder stains on her skirt/loin cloth. But she was sure that they would dust right out of there.
Then a small octobear stuffed animal flew through the air and landed on her butt. It did a bit of a roll and came to rest firmly between her cheeks.
"Bullseye!" Katara said with a chuckle clapping her hands. Kya shot up with a frown.
"Young lady! That is incredibly disrespectful!" Kya snapped out. Her patience had been worn thin. Now it was snapped. Katara blinked in surprise. She crossed her arms and pouted. Eyes cast to the side.
"Azula started it."
"I don't care who started what. You do not act that way towards your mother." Kya scolded Katara. Actually shaking her finger in the little girls face. Katara screwed up her face. Fists balling against her elbows. Her eyes widened and she bit back some words she knew she would regret.
"Katara. Look at me when—" Katara shoved past Kya and was out of the room like a shot. Sprinting past a surprised Azula and slamming the door behind her. Her bare feet thundered down the floor. Kya sighed and pressed a hand to her eyes. Exhaustion heavy in her shoulders.
"Miss Kya?" Azula asked nervously. Kya sniffed and wiped her eyes with her fingers.
"It's alright Princess." Kya said. She turned and walked over to Azula. The little girl's robes were disheveled. And she had some powder on her finger tips. Kya took the hem of her skirt and dusted Azula's fingers off. She then gripped Azula's straps and robe and quickly tidied her up. Kya worked with a stern face. Not making eye contact with her little youngest owner.
"Katara shouldn't have reacted that way." Azula said scornfully. Kya let out a sigh.
"She…Is a very emotional girl. She feels adrift here. She needs friends. I know that the both of you don't always see eye to eye. But you should know that she admires you. Greatly." Kya said firmly. She knew this was a lie. After all….Katara hated it here. She made that clear with every moment and movement. Constantly fighting, screaming, complaining….It was all starting to get to be too much for Kya.
Azula chuckled and shook her head. Kya stood back up and finished fixing Azula's hair next. Making it a nice even bun.
"There. So adorable." Kya said with a smile. Azula coughed pointedly and held her arms open.
"Well? Don't I get a hug?" Kya blinked in surprise.
"Azula…was this…did you trash your room because you wanted me to give you a hug?" Kya asked in surprise. Azula scoffed, turning a bright red, her eyes rolling all over the room. As if she couldn't think of anything more ridiculous! Or insulting!
Kya grinned and kneeled down. She put a hand on the girls shoulder.
"No…Of course you wouldn't. But I just want you to know this…whenever you want a hug. Or need a hug. Or just feel like a hug…You don't need to ask. Just come and get one from me." Ursa wrapped the little fire bender into an embrace. Azula's face was beet red. Her heart beat threatened to give her a heart attack. She wrapped her arms around Kya and gave her a long squeeze.
Kya finally pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. Kya took in a deep breath and then slowly let it out. Azula copied her on the second. Their eyes closing, foreheads pressed firmly together.
Katara hid beside a pillar. Sniffling and rubbing at her eyes aggressively. Her breath hitched in her throat. She tired to cough it loose and just let out more tears. She didn't know why she felt so…so terrible!
Maybe it was what Hama had did. Maybe it was how Azula was stealing her mom. Maybe it was just how lost she was feeling….Whatever it was she didn't like how Kya had spoken to her. Katara didn't think she had been acting up. She definitely didn't deserve to be reprimanded that sternly for just throwing a toy….
Katara let out a hiccup. She hated how much this place made her cry. It was like she couldn't go a week without sobbing in some little ball away from everyone.
She did have pride in the fact that she hadn't cried during the party. Even after Mai insulting her and her people. Even after Ty Lee teasing her and Zuko so much. Even after getting stuck on the roof and needing to throw a rock at a garden until someone came and got them…She hadn't cried then.
She felt like a thumb was shoved down her throat. Blocking off her windpipe. Blood pounded in her ears. She tried to cough. Tried to get the yucky taste of phantom fingers from her mouth.
Someone paused in front of her and kneeled. Katara looked up sharply and wiped at her face in embarrassment.
"Mistress….Master Zuko." Katara did as much of a bow as her position would allow. Which wasn't much. She was in a really awkward position.
Kya kneeled down in surprise. Clearly not expecting to see the little girl here.
"Katara?" Are you okay?" Zuko asked in surprise. His training sword was put to the ground. He sat down and scooted next to her. Ursa frowned and pressed a hand to Katara's shoulder.
"Zuko darling? Why don't you go and get Katara some juice from the kitchen. Mango perhaps. With little pulp. And nice thick chips of ice. I will stay here with her while you go." Ursa's words did not leave any room for argument.
The young man stood in surprise at the order. He looked at his bed warmer then at his mother. He then turned and trotted off. A servant could have done the same thing. But when his own mother told him to do it….It seemed as if he had better obey.
Ursa wrapped an arm around Katara. The little girl pulled Ursa tight. Her eyes felt wide and dry. She had not really cried. Some tears had puddled out, but there was no actually crying going on.
"I don't know whats the matter. And it's aright if you don't want to tell me. But I am here for you my little snow goose." Ursa said softly. Ursa pressed her lips to the crown of Katara's head. Giving the Water Tribe girls hair some little kisses. Katara gripped onto Ursa all the harder. The little bit of comfort soothing away all of her fear and anxiety.
"My mom hates me." Katara said softly. Ursa shook her head and chuckled at that.
"Your mother loves you. She loves you more then you will ever know."
"Then why does she…why doesn't she….Every time that I see her she…." Katara let out a whine. Unable to articulate the roiling rolling feelings that rumbled around in her.
"If you ever need someone to say if out loud. If you ever need someone to hold you tightly and say it to you. I will be there. Because Katara? Just like your mother, I love you." With that Ursa pressed her lips to Katara's forehead. Katara blinked in surprise, she then leaned her head against Ursa's shoulders.
"Thank you mom." Katara said quietly. Her hands tightening in the folds of Ursa's robe. Ursa sat on the cold uncomfortable ground and rubbed the little girls back until Katara's forehead smoothed.
Zuko stood behind a column. His back pressed to one of the golden dragons. The juice held in both hands. The ice clinked together. He stared at the tile floor. His chest felt funny. And his hands were sweaty.
Suki kicked the loaf of bread over the cliff. It went tumbling down, breaking on rocks and roots on the way. The old bread landed in the water. The splash was stale and eaten up by the waves.
The elephant koi calf's eagerly began to pop up and down in the waves. Like enormous gold and orange boulders. Sometimes they would pop their heads up out of the surface. Suki grinned down at them. Sokka took another loaf and tossed it down as well.
"I think I see the one that invited me here." Sokka said with a grin. He waved and something crashed around down there.
"There normally aren't this many of them. We have a breeding pair that sticks around. But they chase the little ones off after a few months." Suki said. She sighed and kicked her feet over the side.
"The elders say that the Air Nomads would ride them. That only they had the spiritual presence required to lull them into a sense of security."
"That or they could just get to them easiest. You know I don't think I have seen a single person on this island go swimming." Sokka tore off a piece of bread and munched on it. His knuckles were red and ragged. No matter how many times Suki told him to use the edge of the fan or the side of his hand, he was just too used to bare knuckle brawling to get it in his head.
"Well it's pretty cold out there. And where would we swim too? We barely have any boats. And most of what we have is for trade within the island." Suki responded. She took some of the bread. Making a face as she chewed on the old disgusting stale loaf. Sokka ate his in relative silence. His jaw muscles working at it.
"Maybe that's for the best." Sokka said "The world is pretty rotten out there. The Fire Nation. The raids. The war. Maybe it's good that you guys don't leave."
Suki snorted in annoyance.
"I love my island, I love my people. But we are just as prone to squabbling as anyone else out there. Sometimes I think it would be better if we had stuck to the mainland. Then we would be able to explore more. Talk with other villages. Heck maybe even expand the Kyoshian way of life.
She sighed and shrugged, tossing the rest of her loaf out into the sea.
"I can't wait until I am a grown up and can travel and see the world. I bet that the Earth Kingdom's are lovely. And the Poles."
"I've never been to the Earth Kingdoms. But when you get down to the south I'll give you the grand tour." Sokka said with a grin. Suki smiled at her friend and nudged his shoulder.
"I'd like that." The two friends sat in silence as they watched the waves. The sun was dazzling. The elephant koi were frolicking in the waves. Far out there was the rest of the world. But they did not need to worry about it.
Sokka stretched his fingers, wiggling them, he would be finished repairing his boat soon. And a few of the older men had promised to row him out and set him on the right tides to get him back to the south pole. He gazed down at the fish frolicking in the waves. The sterile ones had already grown in their ivory tusks. He wondered absentmindedly if he could get them to haul him out to sea as well.
While Sokka stared down at the koi, Suki stared off at the horizon. If she squinted, she was maybe able to see the haze of a far off country. She would see it one day. She would see the world.
Kya walked through the gardens towards the front of the palace. It was a smaller side garden. You could choose to pass through it in order to get to the main courtyard. Iroh and Lu Ten would exit that way. They intended to march on to Ba Sing Se and hopefully liberate the city before the year was up.
Kya sighed. The flowers in this section of the garden were as large as fans, with thick white and red striped tiger lilys. She paused and sniffed one, leaning way over. The sweetest smelling ones were on the base of the plant.
A hand danced across her back before stopping at her collar. Kya looked up and smiled at the young man hovering over her.
"Hello Lu Ten." Kya stood back up. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. He pressed his lips to hers. She placed her palms on his chest and squeezed his powerful muscles underneath his shirt.
"I will miss this garden an awful lot." He said with a satisfied grin. A trail of spit connected their lips. "It was my favorite as a boy." He took a deep breath and smiled.
"We will miss you while you are on campaign." Kya said with a sad little half smile. She knew that he was the heir to the Fire Nation. She knew he was her sworn enemy. She knew she should hate him with every fiber of her being. But somehow she just couldn't manage it. Maybe it was because he was so straight forward. Or his inherent kindness. But the dignity that he composed himself with left little for her to hate.
"I will miss you as well. I feel like I've just gotten to know you and Katara, and here I am running off again." Lu Ten chuckled and shook his head. He brought his hands down her back and rested them comfortably on her firm round ass cheeks. He pushed against the thick milfy booty flesh with a lecherous grin.
"I will miss all of you. Deeply." She could feel his erection rubbing needfully against her thighs. She bit her lower lip, feeling like a little girl with a first crush again. He made her entire body feel like it was on fire with need. Need for him. Need for his seed. For his love.
Lu Ten glanced around. His eyes lit up.
"How about one more for the road?"
"But your bed chambers are across the palace." Kya doubted that they could get there and back in time for him to leave.
Within a few moments Kya found herself leaning against a pillar. Her gasps were coming fast and loud. Even with him on top she found herself drowning in pleasure. Her mouth was plopped open, her tits bounced so hard that they popped right out of her tube top. Her legs spread and her eyes were round as saucers.
Lu Ten's hands gripped her hips and he pumped in and out of her with a big goofy grin on his face. He was grunting and growling. Like a tiger boar in heat. His massive cock was pumping her insides for all he was worth. Plowing in and out. In and out. In and out. Humping the beautiful woman into submission. Her pussy lips were dripping with love and desire. Her thighs were sore from all of the exercise she was getting today. Her fingers dug into the pillar. Her arm muscles straining.
Kya let out a low moan and then clapped her hands to her mouth. She tried to keep a bit of her gasping under control. She was in public after all! Anyone could walk past and see her like this. See her rutting like a wild animal in heat!
The thought caused her maidenhood to quiver. Her pussy lips drip drip drip dripped with desire all the harder. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her heart was going at the speed of a tango. And she didn't know if she would be able to hold herself back any more. The wet, rough plap plap plap of his fuck stick going in and out of her was reaching it's climax.
Lu Ten bent over and kissed the back of her ear.
"You are so beautiful Kya. I wish that I could see your face while I fuck you. But this is the easiest position out here….And this view…Well it is as marvelous as the front. Just…Beautiful." He whispered into her. She let out a long melting moan at that. Her lips popping. Her womb eagerly accepting every last drop of cum. The joy that she felt in her heart was overwhelming. She had no idea how she didn't just fall over and die from pleasure right then and there.
Lu Ten's cum tanks tightened and he drained his balls inside of her. Her womb opened up like a cum dumpster and eagerly soaked up every last drop. Finally he pulled his still throbbing prick out of her worn out cunt. A long plop of cum dripped from her pussy and splattered against her thighs. Her loin cloth was pushed up to one side, showing off her ass cheeks.
Kya shivered. She could feel his cum flowing around inside of her and down her thighs. She reached between her legs and scooped up a large load. She plopped her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them reflectively.
Lu Ten kissed her cheek, the same way he would Azula's or Zukos. He then nipped at her ear playfully. Kya smiled at him in devotion. Although she was not the biggest fan of being a pet…right now she would not trade it for anything else in the world.
"Do you really have to go?" Azula asked Lu Ten with a sad frown. He was kneeling in front of her with a sad adult grin to his face.
"I'm afraid so cousin." He wrapped her in a hug and squeezed tightly. Azula returned the hug. Not a single shred of shame in it. After hugging Kya earlier…She might just get used to people touching her. Lu Ten pulled away and kissed her forehead. The little girl blushed and stammered for a moment. He merely smirked. It was wrong to play with her little crush like this. But she made it too easy.
He disengaged, leaving Azula steaming and turned to Zuko. He bowed low to the young man. The formality of the situation stretched tightly across their faces. Zuko copied the bow as perfectly as he could.
"I am sure that I shall see you on the front lines one day soon my warrior." Lu Ten said with a cocky grin.
"I look forward to seeing you there as well." Zuko attempted to look adult. But his face was still too young. Too soft. The wear of the future had not set in yet. Lu Ten rubbed the top of his head. His palm easily engulfing most of it.
"Aunty." Lu Ten embraced the woman with a grin. Ursa stiffened in surprise. She patted his back and grinned as much as she could. Which looked stretched, strained, forced. Her eyes were focused on Kya. Noticing the serving woman's disheveled hair, her redder face, her misaligned clothing. Ursa felt a prickling sensation in her chest. Jealously? How unlike her. Then Lu Ten gave her an unexpected peck to the cheek and she felt a pitter patter go off in her own chest.
"Come back from the war soon." Ursa said purposefully. Lu Ten rubbed his chin with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"I have a abode on the far side of the Fire Nation. Maybe next time I am back Azula, Zuko, You, and I and Katara and Kya of course could go there? It would be good to get both of them out of the palace for a bit. Show them how other people live."
Zuko and Azula exchanged excited looks, they then turned to their mom with matching looks of expectations on their faces.
"Can we? Can we? Can we?" They chattered out in unison like a pair of poodle monkeys. Ursa held up her hands in defeat. Not even she was a match for the two of them working in tandem.
"We shall see, the next time that Lu Ten is in town. And what preparations must be made." Zuko and Azula grinned excitedly. Their teeth pearls of delight. Lu Ten reached Kya and gave her a kiss to the cheek. She stiffened and blushed in shock. She was aware of Ursa staring at her pointedly. Kya looked down submissively.
Lu Ten raised her head again with a soft smile.
"I look forward to seeing you when I return. Thank you for taking such good care of my family while I've been gone." He bowed to the slave and then stood back up. Iroh, Zhao and Ozai were walking across the parade ground in animated conversation.
Iroh finally paused and scooped his brother up in a big hug. Ozai coughed and struggled in the grip for a few moments. Iroh placed the taller man down and clapped his back. Ozai stumbled a little and let out a frustrated snarl. Katara had to stifle a laugh. Whenever the two were close together they just resembled a comedic dance routine. Iroh was exuberance and a mischievous trouble maker, poking fun at the stuffy upper crust Ozai. The two were a comedic duo of professional porportions.
Ozai reached Lu Ten and nodded sharply.
"Go and do your duty. Finish it fast."
"Of course uncle." Lu Ten said stiffly. Katara snuck closer to Azula. Sliding a little behind the older women. Ursa brought a hand down and partially obscured the little girls. Zhao glanced at them with barely held contempt. He bowed formally to Ursa, then to Ozai.
"We shall be sending word back soon. Hopefully this time next season you shall all be joining us in the Earth Kingdom's capital. Perhaps a nice pot of tea in the sitting room with the Earth King himself." Iroh said with a wistful sigh.
He took Kya's hands first and kissed the knuckles.
"Do me a favor and give that to Hama the next time you see her? And this for Keoza if you find yourself on Ember island." He kissed Kya's knuckles and then bowed to her. Kya blinked before nodding.
"Of course my lord."
Iroh embraced Zuko and nodded politely to Azula. He bowed low to Ursa. While Lu Ten could embrace her, Iroh hugging his brothers wife might have been considered inappropriate. Katara looked up in surprise when Iroh paused in front of her. He leaned over conspiratorially.
"Keep this place running while I am gone. I will be back before you know it. When I return I look forward to talking to you about the places we have been and the differences between fighting and war making." Katara nodded, stupefied into silence. The old fat man was seemingly treating her like an equal.
Iroh gave Ozai another bone crunching hug and then plunged alongside his commanding officer and son to a waiting carriage.
"We shall see each other soon! Hopefully the occasion will be just as happy as this one was!" Iroh called out through the window. The ostrich horses yanked at their reins and soon the carriage was moving.
Lu Ten looked out the window and tossed a kiss to the waiting family. All of the women, from Katara to Kya felt something inside of them go pitter patter.
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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.
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