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Her massive breasts and stomach greeted her in the morning. Like mountains topped with glorious golden suns. Her nipple rings flashed through the thin red silk bedsheet. She didn't know when pregnancy started to turn her on. But maybe it was the fact that she was watching it so carefully, that Ursa and Ozai's lust for her only seemed to grow as each month passed. Or maybe it was the strange diet and the fact that she wore increasingly erotic and revealing clothes.
Whatever the reason….Kya felt herself actually found herself turned on by her increasing bust size. And the fact that her belly grew with each passing month. She looked about ready to pop. She was deep into her final trimester. She gripped the red silk sheet and carefully started to swing herself up as she pulled the soft as butterfly milk 1000's thread count sheet off of her.
The bed legally belonged to her masters. And it had taken Ursa a long time to gift it to Kya. Kya had to almost lead her there. Giving suggestions, prompting, pointing out that she and the developing baby were taking up more and more of the royal bed every night.
This was a much kinder use of space. And it gave her a place to relax and to actually get a bit of sleep. Without a hand slapping down on her stomach, groping a teat, latching onto a nipple in their sleep, or fucking her in the ass.
She winced and hissed. Her nipples were obscenely sensitive. And just the light brushing of the red material over them caused a brief trickle of milk to dribble out of her. Her breasts would also jiggle and bounce at any little movement. She swore they even seemed to move when she blinked. She sighed and sat up completely. Her thick thighs rubbed together. She cupped her stomach and rubbed herself comfortingly. The baby kicked a few times. As if telling Mama that it was breakfast time.
"I must say baby…You make me look like I've swallowed a blue fur bearing whale….But I have enjoyed our time together. And I am sad to see it come to an end." She kissed her palm and then rubbed her stomach comfortingly. The infant inside of her kicked a few more times. As if trying to say hello back to their mama. Or trying to say
'I WANT OUT NOW!'
Kya chuckled. All of her pregnancies had been like that. Rambuncious little creatures inside of her. Katara had almost left bruises on the inside of her womb.
"You are just like your sister." Kya said as she eased up awkwardly onto her feet. She winced. They were sore from the extra weight. "And your oldest brother as well."
She found that she needed to remind herself of Sokka. It was a terrible thing to say. But it was the truth. He was so far away, and there was really no chance of her ever leaving now. Especially with just how rooted Katara was to the place. She couldn't shock her daughter by tearing her away from a second home. Not when she was so young. It was just far too cruel.
Kya put her thoughts of the South Pole away. And her thoughts of her son and husband. She was sure they were fine. After all she and Katara were fine. If she focused on the bad too much she would never get anything done.
Not that there was much for her to get done. Now that she was this wonderfully pregnant….Her owners wanted her to relax. They kept on telling her that her womb was the property of the Fire Nation. As was the child growing inside of it. Which meant that they wanted her to grow it big and strong and healthy. Which meant a lot more rest then she was used to. Which was nice….although….She was starting to feel a little pent up.
She hooked a pinky between her nipple rings and gave them little tugs. She bit her lips and smiled. Her bare ass wiggling. She was so incredibly sensitive now. Her very body seemed to be crying out in desire. She sighed and hefted her tits with a jiggle. She gave them a few fluttery squeezes. The clapping noise her heart made mixed wonderfully with the sloshing of her full breasts.
She took a deep breath and shook her head. Bare brown curls flowing wildly around her head.
"Enough of that now." She picked up her short robe. It barely came to her thighs. She pulled it on and tightened the robe loosely. Her breasts bounced a little. Eventually they jostled a little boob window to peer out of. Her nipples were long and hard enough that they were poking out sharply from her robe.
She waddled from the room with a smile on her face. Her high heels clicking on the marble hallways of her beautiful new home.
She obediently placed the silver tray down beside her master. The small smile on her face never leaving. He enjoyed having her smile when she served him. Ursa did as well, but the smile did not have to be as forced. The tea was steaming and the cups were poured expertly. Her boob slipped from her robe briefly. She tucked it back with a deft hand and a coy smile. He hadn't even noticed the nip slip.
Ozai was chewing on a meat bun. Half distracted by the scrolls in front of him. He scratched down a few words here and there. He crossed them out and rubbed his eyes. The words were beginning to run together. He hated how words never seemed to want to sit in place. Then his eyes would hurt. He scowled and squinted at the words. They continued to dance teasingly in front of him. Refusing to stay in place. Refusing to stay firm. Always wavering and switching places. Someday he would outlaw writing. And then none of this nonsense would vex him.
Kya squatted down beside him. She shuffled onto the pillow left on the floor for her. He spread his legs and undid his robe. She pulled his flying snake sized prick out of his pants. She panted in delight. She rubbed her face up and down on his cock. Her eyes closing in delight. He was already so big and hard. As if his prick had been waiting for her all day.
She had definitely been waiting for it as well. She didn't want to say she was addicted to his cock….But her libido had been gradually rising over the past few months. Her pussy was craving that crazy spit shined ultra slimy intoxicatingly thicc cock. Her body shivered and she pursed her lips in delight. She was already incredibly wet down there. She would need to change her robe before she went out to serve her mistress.
She pursed her lips and kissed his cock head. Leaving a black lipstick mark. A nice big one that he would be able to admire all day. She gave another big sloppy kiss on his cock vein. Then placed one on either ball. She smeared a bit of her lipstick too. She wanted him to know what a messy eater she was.
The scent of his full unbridled balls were intoxicating. She could practically smell the semen swimming around in there. A brief image popped into her head. Of his cum dripping down her face. Her mouth stretched to the breaking point. Her tongue rolling over thick wads of his cum. Her eyes closed and her breath hitching.
Back at the South Pole she never thought like that. It was lewd. It was disgusting. It was demeaning. And now it was her reality. That thoughts such as this would rule her. She took a shuddering breath and kissed his magnificent fuck stick again.
She shimmied her robe off. It pooled across her round ass cheeks and slid silently to the floor. She hefted her big udders and wrapped his dick comfortingly in the fuck pillows. Her sloshing full breasts began to run up and down his cock. Her smile was soft and loving. She stared at his cock completely entranced. It was the same look she would give to an affectionate pet. Or to a lovely piece of art. It was total and complete awe.
She began to rub her soft warm breasts up and down all the faster. Her breasts bounced and bopped in hypnotic ease. Her eyes softened and her mind began to wander. It was meditative. Using her body like this. Very similar to anerobic exercise. Where you just dissacoiate and think of anything and everything. The exspanse of the universe. The stars in the sky. How the wind sounds on water. And how nice dicks felt between her breasts. His cock head was slapping against her collar bone. Then she leaned down and began to slobber on it. Every time that his bright red cock came up, she would give the tip a kiss, a lick, a spit, a gulp.
Ozai rubbed his chin. Then he stiffened and grunted. The fire in his belly shifted down to his loins and finally began to spurt out onto he underside of his desk. He sighed in contentment. His dick did not go soft. Oh no his was a prince's dick. A cock of a king. The schlong of a ruler. The baloney pony of a conqueror. He would go soft when he told his fuck pole to go soft.
"Enough. Onto the pillows." He ordered. It wasn't like he would get any meaningful work done as long as she was under there. Kya crawled out from her place. Her big round booty cheeks wiggling and shifting. She was wetter then a sea otter iguana. Her hips shaking and shivering. Beads of sweat starting to form on her skin. She felt a little bit of her milk stirring and leaking. Making her golden nipple rings flash in the torchlight.
She got onto her back and held her legs up. Holding onto her knees carefully.
"M-Master….If we can be gentle today? The baby is almost due…I don't wish to hurt them. Please be gentle?" She asked timidly. Ozai frowned and mushed her breast with a strong palm. He heated his hand and her breast with his fire bending. Not enough to burn her. But to remind her that he had powers blessed onto his bloodline from Lion Turtles. While she was merely a woman, a pet for him to have fun with. He was making her squirm and gasp. Her back arching, her pussy lips getting all the wetter.
"Was that an order? From you?" He snarled down at her. Kya shook her head, her bright blue eyes bursting in fear.
"Never! I….Just….Please…Please be careful." Ozai chuckled and with his other hand shoved two fingers into her pussy. He began to play with her lips. One hand plucking at a nipple ring. The other flicking playfully with her meat curtains.
"I would never dream of harming a child of my seed. This one hasn't even disappointed me yet. And it will be of my seed won't it? It would have been useful for us to find out who the winner of your womb was." Kya gulped and glanced away submissively.
She still held out the vague hope that it was Lu Ten's baby. That the small creature that was swimming around inside of her came from the lost prince. But she was also a practical pet. Any of the Fire Nation royals could have knocked her up. And she would never know. Unless of course the kid looked exactly like Ozai, or Azulon….She certainly hoped not. A baby girl with Ozai's face? She shivered at the very thought.
"Well no matter. I love Zuko." Ozai said purposefully. Kya's eyes widened, the pupils filling up most of the blue and her jaw going slack. A little dribble of drool pooled down her chin and over her collarbone. She stared into space. Ozai grinned wickedly. He hefted his dense dick and slid into her sloppy wet cunt. Her cock trap began to obediently massage the offending member. Her body giving over completely to him. No hint of fight left in her. The little shockwaves of pleasure stirring inside of her made her squirm involuntarily. She wasn't even aware she was feeling joy. But her body reacted all the same.
She just naturally committed her cunt muscles to pleasing that cock of his.
"Can you hear me slave?" Ozai snapped down as he began to hump in and out of her. He had to admit this was one comfortable pussy. She took good care of herself. And she was soft, warm, tight, inviting, all of the things he liked in a well fucked bimbo.
"Yes master." She breathed out softly. The words came to her ears from very far away. And were muffled by cotton. Her brain wandered, she wondered absentmindedly just what her honorable, good, just, loving, firm domineering master wanted to know this time? And how she could possibly please him.
That was the most important thing that she could do. Please her master. She was designed to do so. She was born and raised and trained and primmed, her entire life had been leading up to this moment. To bring joy to her master Ozai. Everything before that was merely a mistake.
"What did you learn at the beach?" He snarled. He was holding her hips. His thumbs pressed insistently against her stomach. He continued to fuck in and out of her. His cock screwing in and out. Faster and faster. His balls slapping her ass cheeks. The hot wet slapping humping FUCKING noise of meat in meat was like an army clapping. Kya's eyes were unfocused. Her breathing was nice and natural.
"The light is working upon Suki….I asked the questions you inquired. I had her stand on her head. I had her dance. She is obedient. They are obedient. They wish to join the Fire Nation. She wishes to please the Fire Nation." Kya reported. And as far as she could tell that was the truth. Kya had asked, Suki had responded.
Ozai smirked proud of himself. Of course the Kyoshian's would be weak willed and easily swayed. He doubted that there was any sort of resistance left upon that pitiful little island. To think they considered themselves heirs to an Avatar!
"Good little pet." He grunted and grabbed a handful of her breast. Squeezing hard. Making her moan and shift. Her brain sent out shock waves of joy. She began to pant and gasp. Her eyes widening.
"Now….More….My daughter…you get on top." He moved and lay down on a pile of pillows. He slapped his cock into his palm and wagged it at her teasingly. "My daughter. Her insecurities. My son. His weaknesses. Tell me all."
And so she did. Kya spilled everything that she had observed. The closeness. The care. The compassion. The cuddles. The hand holding. The playful nature of their relationship. The blossoming love between the children. How they bonded and were joined at the hip.
Kya's hips moved up and down on Ozai's shaft. Her ass cheeks clapping together for his amusement. She rode him reverse cowgirl. Her big sloppy milk filled tits were shaking so hard she thought that she might just make a milkshake in there! If she could think clearly at all. Which she really couldn't.
Ozai admired the fire nation tattoo on Kya's ass. It was a fine detail that he loved to pinch. And spank. And twist. Leaving his thumbprint directly in the center. Almost as if to claim the nation itself. He listened and catalogued everything that Kya was saying. All of the good. Most of the bad. He thought of ways he could use it. How he could move on to exploit and control. All of the information came tumbling out of Kya's lips. Like a waterfall of precious jewels. Her lips were sore, her tongue was hanging out, her breasts were pressed together. And still she would not stop bouncing. Her master needed to cum. He came first, then if she was lucky she might be permitted to orgasm as well.
Masters came first. Pets second, and sometimes not at all. And she had accepted that in her conscious and her subconscious mind. Her eyes closed and she squirmed. The veins on her neck standing out. All of the questions that he heaped upon her….She could hardly stand it. Her very brain was short circuiting. The light's power was pushing her consciousness deeper and deeper.
She described Azula and Suki. How they played and frolicked. The training that went behind a Kyoshian warrior. How Azula longed for companionship of any kind. How she longed for a positive role model. How she would latch onto any positive piece of encouragement. Any crumb of compassion. She wasn't even aware of it. As soon as the words popped from her mouth they burst away. Like bubbles on the breeze.
Her legs were starting to get sore. Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed harder then she should have. Her legs gave out and she plopped heavily into his lap. Rubbing her hips back and forth. His hands holding onto her. She was like a sweaty, sticky, slimy serpent. One that he could hardly hold.
"Please! Oh please Master! Please let me cum! I can't stand it any longer!" She howled. Tears dripping down her face. Her jaw working. Ozai smirked and spanked her ass hard as he could. Making her gasp. Her core tightened and her body tried to hold back her orgasm. She could hardly think. She just knew she couldn't cum, that he deserved it. He earned it. All she was doing was waiting for his pleasure.
"No." He growled firmly. He slowly eased out. She looked over her shoulder with a heartbroken look on her face. Her eyes wide with sorrow.
"No?" She mewed pitifully.
"I will give you a deal." He edged back onto the headboard and spread his legs. His absolutely back breaking, bitch domesticating, body slamming fuck salami slapped from one hand to the other. "For the next three years every time you eat something especially delicious you will moo in delight. You will not be able to control yourself. Agree to this and I will let you cum."
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes Master!" She quickly crawled forwards. Her tongue went from his base to his cock head. She then awkwardly clambered on top of him, aimed carefully and shoved all the way down. She paused and gasped. His cock began to pulse thick hot ropes of cum into her. Wad after wad exploded into her womb. Covering her insides with his thick as oatmeal, pale as milk, tasty as candy cunt coating cream.
Her fingers held his shoulders and she orgasmed. And orgasmed. And orgasmed. Again and again. Her body could not stop. Her pussy could not help itself. She needed to get her pleasure out. Her toes curled. Her swollen ankles knocked together. Her eyes crossed, her lips pursed embarrassingly. The look on her face was silly and ridiculous and she was having the greatest orgasm of her life.
The two cooled, sitting there for a few minutes. His dick still hard and throbbing inside of her. His hands gripping and leaving half moon fingernail marks in the meat of her fat ass. Her tongue was drooling out, her chin resting playfully on his shoulder.
"Clean yourself." He ordered. She stood and scrapped his cum off of her pussy, her shoulders, her thighs and legs. And she began to lick and slurp up chow down. Soon within minutes she was clean.
She dressed, shimmying her fat legs and thick thighs into fishnet stockings. She slipped into her high heels. She shrugged on her beautiful kimono. Her robe stuck to her sweat covered ass cheeks.
"Before we are done….You will encourage my daughters best aspects. Her anger. Her greed. Her ambition. You will encourage her love of her empire. You will force her to love her empire. She will only hear praise from you."
"Yes master." She said submissively.
"And the next time you see your daughter, you will slap her in the face as hard as you possibly can." Ozai said with a smirk. Kya nodded dully. She would not remember any of this. She would just react instinctively. It was the glory of this strange hypnotism. That he could get as much information and seed as many plots, and she would not even recall them.
"Excellent. Katara will never be free." Kya stumbled forward. Her hands instinctively grabbing her stomach. She blinked in surprise. She had just been kneeling hadn't she? She was so tired…and the room was spinning and her thighs were sore and her body was sticky….
"You are dismissed. Get out." Ozai said with a wave of his hand. Kya blinked and bowed and left. Her mind still a frothing sea of confusion.
Kya was dozing. Her head leaning against the wall. The pillows beneath her ass and legs were stuffed full of soft silks and cotton. The scrolls she had been holding were rolling out of her hands. She snorted and felt her chin falling forward onto her all natural milf milk pillows.
"Done!" Azula said with a clap. Kya snorted and shifted in surprise. She glanced at her stomach and let out a delighted little chuckle. On her stomach was the Fire Nation royal flame. Painted in black ink with golden fire ringing the outline. She reached out and then pulled back.
"That is beautiful my little mistress." Kya cooed in delight. Azula sat up all the straighter and smirked in delight. She was proud with the feedback.
"We should get that tattooed on your belly after the baby comes. And you get your figure back" Ursa said with a smile. She was picking at a dish of honeyed apple slices with wine boiled raisins. She had been asking easier and easier things of Kya. The South Pole woman almost wished to get pregnant as soon as possible. If life was this easy when she was heavy with child….It might just make sense to keep on being a breeding sow for the Fire Nation royals.
"Well everyone would certainly know who to return me to if I got lost." Kya joked. She stood up and waddled carefully to the table that Ursa was kneeling at. She paused halfway there. Standing and staring out at the porch. The gardens were alive with the season. The sound of squirrel sparrows singing and chittering, the sweet scent of the breeze, the taste of a fine year ahead of them.
"How much longer until you give birth already? It feels like it's been forever." Azula complained as she left her painting kit to the side. Some servant would clean it up. She marched over to Kya and pouted up at the older woman.
"Soon my sweet. You are right to be impatient. But I don't think even your will can hurry up nature. But soon. The baby will be here before you know it." Kya rubbed Azula's head affectionately and held her close to her side.
"Mom! Mom! Mom! Look what Zuko can do now!" Katara was around the corner and in the room in a moment. Kya turned with a large smile on her face.
Katara held the towel to her cheek. The ice she had made in the very fibers kept the swelling down. She couldn't fix every single wound with healing. It would be too obvious. It would raise too many questions. So she had to keep the bright red star of a handprint on her face. She sniffled a little. Her other hand was held comfortingly by Ursa as the two walked down the corridors.
The royal bedchambers were far down the hall. Wherever they were now was adjacent but not connected to the children and parent's bedrooms. Ursa had spoken little after Kya had slapped Katara. No one was sure why she had done it. But one moment she had been smiling. The next Katara was unconscious and across the room.
One thing was for certain. Kya packed a whollop.
"It will be fine. You are perfectly safe." Ursa spoke comfortingly to the top of Katara's head. She then slid open a small plain door. The room beyond it was modest. A short hallway. A tiny sitting room. A smaller kitchen with a stove and cupboards. A private washroom with exotic blue and white patterned tiles across the wall and the ceiling.
Katara walked in nervously. Kya was seated next to the window. She smiled lovingly at her daughter. Katara stood formally in front of her mother. The sun was starting to set behind the mountains. The whistle of the wind around the palace made the room seem all the cozier.
"Well? What do you think of our new rooms?" Kya asked softly. Katara's head sprung up as if it was on a spring. She looked around with wide surprised eyes. Taking in every surface. The rich ash wood end tables. The scrolls sitting on the shelves. The traditional pots and pans in the kitchen. The thick rows of fresh fruit and vegetables in the kitchen. The large bag of brown rice plopped down on the counter.
"Our…our rooms? These are our rooms?" Katara said in amazement. She dropped the washcloth and ran from the sitting room. She poked her head into the washroom and breathed deeply. The scent of soaps and suds and shampoos filled it. There was a large bathing tub made out of bronze in the center.
She ran to another room. This one had a crib, a dozen stuffed animals in a corner. A small glittery glass ball rotated slowly from the ceiling. Soft pink painted walls comforted her. Katara thundered from the nursery and across the sitting room and into the final bedroom. The bed was modest. It could fit two people if they were curled on each other.
The wardrobe was open. There were six robes hanging from it. Three for her mother. A bikini, a wrap, a maternity dress. And three were—
"Are these for me?" She gasped. Small tears in her eyes. Kya placed a hand comfortingly on her daughter's shoulder and squeezed.
"Yes darling." Katara stepped forward, nervous, frightened that this gift would be snatched away at the last moment. She reached out and touched the maid uniforms. One for summer, one for spring, one for winter. They were made of the softest finest furs and silks she had ever felt. Breathable. Light. Soft. She rubbed her thumb and finger across the black fur cuffs and hefted the weight. She picked one up and rubbed the maid uniform across her face. Sleeping sandals and serving high heels in her size sat beneath them.
"We…Mom….This is ours." She said in amazement.
"Aren't the Fire Nation royals kind? They give us so much." Kya said with a smile. Katara grinned back up at her mother. Heart all a flutter.
"They're the best."
"That's not even the best part." Kya waddled to the bed and lay down. She rubbed the side and patted it. "Well? Come here."
Katara sat shyly on the bed. Then she curled up and cuddled up to her mother. Kya wrapped her arms around Katara with a pleasant little grin. The small girl placed her hands against Kya's round belly. The Fire Nation symbol flaking beneath her fingers.
"This is our bed? We have our own bed?" Katara asked gravely.
"And our own blankets. And we get to sleep here for three days straight. You will serve Azula and Zuko for two days. Then Ursa for two days. Then you and I get to spend the evenings in our own private chambers. As a reward for all the good work you do." Katara basked and smiled upwards.
"Just you and me?" Katara asked happily.
"And baby makes three." Kya said booping her daughter's nose. Katara giggled before staring happily at Kya's stomach.
"I can't wait to meet them."
"Soon my darling. Soon." Kya said.
"Can we…are we allowed to sleep here tonight?" Katara asked nervously. Kya smiled and nodded. Katara sighed and cuddled up tighter against her mom. Her bare cheek still glowing a bright red. The hand print still strong against her flesh. Kya stroked it, then kissed it. Then she too fell asleep.
Katara waited until her mom was snoring. She then crawled out of bed. She tiptoed to the window and stared out at the view. Of the city glowing brightly to the harbor. To the thick chains of fire that protected the harbor from attack. She smiled happily. Her own room. With chairs, and cots, and a warrbode! All for her and her mother!
Katara unhooked her bun and pulled out her most precious thing. A little secret she kept hidden there. A little blue shell. A gift from Lu Ten. She squeezed it tightly with both hands. She then went to the wardrobe and placed it safely inside. In one of her new high heels. She would switch it into the other shoes if she ever needed to. She then went back to bed and snuggled up close to her mom.
At around midnight Kya went into labor.
Kya was on her back. Her hair sweaty and sticking to her forehead and neck. She ground her teeth and growled. She was buck ass naked.
"Why is it done like this again?!" She bellowed into Hama's face. The older sterner woman rapped Kya's forehead with a scowl.
"Because they are less educated in terms of child birth then in the poles! I know standing gets gravity's help. But you are of the Fire Nation. So you give birth like one!" Kya let out another anguished squeal. Hama poked her on the forehead again.
"And use that howling for breathing! You can scream when you're done!" Kya felt tears rip from her eyes. The procedure had already lasted hours. And was going to last for more. Her face was a splotchy mess. Her nose was dripping. And she felt frightened, in pain, desperate for someone…anyone…
"H-H-H-Hakoda!" Kya cried out bending in half. Her mind swirling.
"He isn't here! It's you, me, and these ninny's do you get that!" Hama shouted back. She untangled her fingers and elbowed the nurse out of the way. The small old woman took command, gave orders, and Kya tried to keep awake.
Soon her screaming was matched by another voice. And then another. One of the nurses fled from the room. Hands over her eyes in shock.
"What's happening?" Kya slurred out, thick with pain and fear. "My baby…what's the matter with my—"
"Just a spirit shawl." Hama snapped. She held the child up. The cord cut neatly. Kya felt her chest tighten.
"His face…." It was blank, stolen, gone….Then Hama flicked her wrist and the fleshy pink shawl cleaved right off. The baby blinked, snorted, and then let out a mighty ear piercing bellow.
"Just a spirit shawl. My daughter had one. Just build up of…well it doesn't really matter. Think of it as a giant skin flake. It's lucky."
"Good luck?" Kya asked cautiously. Good...or bad...That was the question. Which way would this child go.
"It's lucky. That's all that matters." Hama said purposefully as she wrapped the child up, washed him up, and deposited him in Kya's arms. "There you are. Your child."
"My son…Another son." Kya said in amazement. Maybe it was the pain. Or the fact that she had been in labor for most of a day and a half….But she felt her heart scream with joy. She rubbed a finger over his face. He cooed, eyes closed in delight. Kya smiled lovingly downwards.
"He's perfect." Hama nodded as she pulled a silk sheet over Kya's feet, legs, hips, stomach. She tucked the new mother in. The baby's head supported by the experienced mother. The spirit shawl forgotten in a nearby bowl of bloody water.
"Is it over? Can we come in?" Ursa asked excitedly. She stuck her head around the corner with a big excited grin. Almost as if it was her child that had just been born. Kya nodded excitedly. Beckoning in the friend. Because that was what she had become after all this time. Friend, master, and so much more.
Ursa stifled a squeal and came charging in. Her normal calm manner all but gone. She shook her hands excitedly and then pulled a stool over so she could coo over the cute pudgy round faced child.
"Hello little one. Hello. Hello there." Ursa said as she pressed one of her nails to the little boy's pudgy upturned nose. Ursa looked in awe at Kya and then back to the baby. "Kya! You did so good!"
"Thank you mistress." Kya said proudly. Her own eyes lovingly studying the newborn. Birth had taken out the energy of both of them. All they could do was sit and smile in awe. The clicking of royal boots filled the room.
Ursa stared up at Ozai, the brightness of baby fever glowing off of the black haired beauty. Not even the scowling serious man could drive the joy from the Fire Nation woman's face.
"Look Ozai. Isn't he adorable?" He frowned and marched forward. He reached down and with no prompting picked the child up in one hand.
"My lord! The neck! Support the neck!" Hama said in alarm, rushing forward to pull powerlessly at his long billowing robe sleeve. He held the child up with one hand. Rotating him one way and then the other. The child grew fussy, his mouth curling into an irritated q of distress.
"Hmmmm. Ugly thing isn't he? He has your nose." He said pointedly to Kya. "Takes more after the mother then the father. Nose. Skin tone. Cheeks like that pig cow of a sister of his."
"My lord." Kya sat up straighter. Her eyes stark and blue and cold. Ozai stared at her unimpressed.
"Does it have a name yet?"
"Normally the father names the child." Kya said purposefully. She was daring him. Daring him to try something. She was bloody, sore, tired, and she was pumping the room full of the stink of a battle. She dared him, goaded him. Name the child. Claim it. Take responsibility for the little beast that had just come tearing out of her.
"Hmmm. Well we leave that to you then." Ozai said with a smirk. He handed the boy off to Hama and then walked out.
"I still expect my breakfast in bed tomorrow morning pet." He called over his shoulder. Kya deflated. Eyes closing. She held her son close. She sniffled. The sorrow was pulling at her heart strings. The newborn was too small, like a lump of clay he was unformed. He could have been Lu Ten's. Ozai's. Azulons. And he really did take after her. All except for that thick black hair. It stuck out all over his head already.
"I'm sorry…I should have….I'm sorry." Ursa said pitifully. She stared down at her clasped hands. Kya reached out and squeezed the queen's shoulder.
"It is my place. This is my place. My alliance is to you. And to the Fire Nation. I promise you that my devotion is depthless and my commitment nonstop. I will happily teach the child to serve the nation with pride and joy. Just as you taught me."
Ursa grinned and kissed Kya on the forehead. Leaning forward so that she could embrace the other woman all the more.
Hama cleared her throat and tapped her foot purposefully. Ursa and Kya blushed like children caught with their hands in the sugar cane jar.
"That is all well and good but the child needs a name. Otherwise how do you expect his reincarnation to find him?" Hama said with a maternal smile.
"Glacier. Brrr." Ursa said playfully. She then smirked. "Tell me oh frigid one, did the boy come out sideways this time? Or did you scare him into the straight and narrow?"
"I'll scare you into watching your tongue your majesty. Just because I am your servant doesn't mean that I will be disrespected in my examination room. Now Kya, the name. Traditionally the father chooses it. But…."
"I have the name. And it is perfect." Kya said with a smile. The baby yawned, dozed, and then woke right back up.
The three children resembled a north pole totem pole. Stacked one on top of the other. Face's peering around the corner. Eyes wide and bright. Zuko on the bottom, Katara in the middle. Azula on top.
Katara's hands were kneading at Zuko's shoulders nervously. Kya pretended not to see the three for a few more seconds. Then she looked up with a smile.
"Come on in and meet your brother." The three walked forward. Zuko holding Katara's hand. Azula holding the other. Katara felt shy and self conscious. As if immediately the newborn would not like her.
"That's my brother?" Katara said in awe. Kya nodded. Katara could only mouth 'wow' as she sat on a small chair that was so close to the bed that it was almost a part of the mattress.
"He's so…squishy." Zuko said in disgust. Azula rolled her eyes at her brother's denseness.
"Duh. He just got out. He's still damp from being inside of a lady for nine months." Azula said, perfectly convinced she knew what was right and wrong. Zuko stuck his tongue out at her and turned back to the child.
The baby was squirmy, settled, and began to snore. Katara's eyes widened in amazement.
"Do you want to hold him?" Kya offered. Katara glanced from the child to her mom and back again. Hands itching to touch him.
"Can I?"
"Be careful. Support his head. Yes just like that. Crook your arm. Rest him there. Perfect." Kya said with a smile. Katara held the little boy and felt a hiccup of feeling burst in her heart.
"Welcome to the world. I can't wait to get to know you. I love you very much." Katara had rehearsed those words for months. Just so that they would come out perfectly. Kya smiled lovingly at her two children. She had a son all the way in the south…maybe this was a way to balance the world out again?
"What did you name him?" Zuko asked. He was blushing as he looked at Katara. She looked beautiful holding that baby. Azula noticed and read his face as easily as she could read his mind. And she agreed. Katara did look beautiful. Especially with an infant.
"We decided to call him Luda. After Katara's father in the south. Hakoda. And your cousin. Lu Ten. Luda." Ursa spoke from the doorway. She walked in and placed a small plate of crackers and easy to digest cheeses and root vegetables next to Kya. Who began picking politely. A small glass of water was poured by Ursa. She pressed it to Kya's slender fingers.
Kya sipped with a small smile. It was nice being served for once.
"It also has a very important secondary meaning. Hakoda means The Rising Hunters Sun. And I learned from your mother that Lu Ten means Dragon in the East. So it means Dragon of the Sun. Or Son of the Dragon if you spell it in the Water Tribe manner."
"What? He got that badass name?! And I'm stuck with a feminized version of Fire Lord Azulon? What sort of—"
"Azula." Ursa and Kya both warned the little girl with matching deadpan expressions. Their maternal eyes not accepting any argument. Azula snorted and folded her arms in response. Sometimes things were so unfair.
Katara cooed down at her little brother. Only half listening to the conversation swirling around her. She was too focused on being a good older sister. She was a big sister now….That was so wonderfully strange. In a way she couldn't entirely explain. But she liked the warm sensation in her chest….She hoped he felt the same way. She felt as if there was a strange connection between them. Something deeper then just a sister and a brother.
Katara continued to coo sweet nothings. Luda shifted, yawned and opened his eyes. He blinked and smiled toothlessly upwards at the comforting brown blur before his eyes. Whatever it was that was holding him, he only felt safety and love from it.
Katara stiffened in terror as she looked down at him. Her arms shivering as she looked at little newborn Luda.
"Mom….What's wrong with the baby's eyes?"
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