Azula/Ursa
Warning: This contains MATURE CONTENT! Read at your own risk!
Ursa headed down the long corridor making her way towards her bed chamber. The hallway had long crimson curtains that dangled from the ceiling, it was illuminated by torches even though the bright summer’s light poured in from the windows. She was going to get something her husband had asked her to get, a favor a servant could’ve done and that just shows you how Ozai thinks of his wife.
Her daughter followed her closely as they neared the iron door. Azula seemed a bit cheerful to spend time with her mother today and Ursa wondered why. But then again Azula was always so happy to see the woman who made her. Lately, her child had been going the extra mile like sending her fire lilies. Azula was such a good little girl.
She pushed the door to the room open. The room was huge but mostly empty except for an oversized bed. The walls were red, the floor was solid iron, the curtains were pulled close so there was hardly any light in the room. As she crossed the room, she spotted the letter Ozai left on the nightstand, she heard the door close. Maybe the breeze shut it, she wasn’t paying attention.
As she took another step she heard a tearing sound. Shrugging she turned around and looked down, she’d gotten her long dress caught on something, probably a loose nail in the floor. Her daughter hurried across the floor. “I’ll help you mom.” The girl said and got to her knees and began to work on getting the cloth free. Ursa smiled and turned around waiting.
Then she felt her daughter slip underneath her dress. “Azula?” She said wondering why on earth her child was under her dress.
“You got it really stuck, I needed to see it better.” The girl’s muffled voice came from underneath her. She could feel her daughter’s body squeezing between her calves and Ursa spread them further to give her child some space.
“Well hurry up, this is awkward.” She chuckled. The woman suddenly gasped as she felt a small tugging on the strips wrapped around her legs forming her under garment. “What’re you doing?” She said a bit angry, her child should not be anywhere near that area.
“Just tightening them for you mom.” Azula replied kindly.
“Well if feels like you’re loosening them.” She said feeling strange now. Any second she expected her daughter to get out from under her but the girl wasn’t. Then she felt a small wet tongue slide against her womanhood. Alarms ran off in her head. What the hell was going on here?! “Get out from there!” She stated clearly trying to move away. Again she felt her daughter’s tongue, it touched all the right places and her body twitched from the feeling.
She felt appalled and she couldn’t move away now that Azula was attacking her with long strokes and flicks. “Azula sto-aahhhh!!!” She felt the girl’s tongue encircle her clit. Her knees were beginning to weaken. Luckily, she was close to the bed she slowly backed away, her daughter following. She could feel Azula’s hands grasp her bottom and come closer to her. “Mmmph!” She bit down on her tongue as she brought her hand onto the bed. She collapsed onto the mattress too weak to hold herself up.
She would’ve moved away, she would’ve punished her daughter for such behavior but, it felt so damn good she couldn’t move, she could barely breathe. Whenever she and her husband did this she just felt like she was being used, but now…she knew what it was like to be pleased by someone who loved her. So she tried to forget that her daughter was doing this to her.
For a brief moment she felt the girl move away. Ursa pressed herself onto her child’s face, reaching down she grasped the back of Azula’s head and forced the girl back to her. Oh she was a horrible mother. For second she prayed the child wouldn’t fight her and move away. Just a little longer honey, please, she thought. But Azula didn’t fight she continued even more eager this time.
Ursa leaned her head back as she felt her daughter’s fingers wiggle into her tight depths. She took calm breathes trying to keep control over herself, but it was too late she was already moaning, more louder than she ever had before. Now she was breathing in rugged gasps, screwing her eyes closed, she allowed herself to climax.
Her body relaxed and she felt her dress shift as her child came out. Azula’s hair was a bit messy and her face was damp from the heat that had built up between her mother’s legs. The girl gave a warm smile to her panting mother.
Now, she was slapped by reality. She just let her daughter…disgusted and ashamed she moved away from her child. Ursa got off the bed and headed towards the door. “Mom?” Azula asked. Ursa closed her eyes and kept walking. What is wrong with that child?