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Whispered Secrets in the Dark: Chapter III - Corridor Encounter

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pairing: Azula x Ursa – but Azula x Mai in this chapter | rating: explicit | A/B/O; alpha!Azula x omega!Ursa

general content warnings: omegaverse (feat. g!p), explicit sexual content, parent-child incest, consensual underage sex.

Azula is not in the habit of questioning reality, but she wakes up and stares up at the ceiling like it’ll tell her if last night actually happened.

Did Mother give her an Agni-dammned handjob?

She woke up with a raging hard-on, something normal at this point, and the memories of lingering scent, lingering touches, of a person that shouldn’t be there. It’s not her first sexual experience, Azula’s not quite a virgin – well, she is in the more “traditional” sense, fooling around with Ty Lee but never going all the way with the non-bender omega. She went farther with may, but as a proudful alpha, she’ll never admit those… tendencies out loud.

She’ll also not rub one first thing in the morning, those early craving are soothed on their own, no need of her assistance. She’s all soft again by the time she’s on her morning training clothes, which’s great, there’s no need of a princess to walk around with a visible erection. 

Filled with hormones or not, Azula’s above such carnal, dirty little things.

Dressed in her usual trousers and chest wrappings, and covered with one of her many silk robes, the princess makes her way to her favorite training courtyard. Or she tries. First, she smells the strong, musky scent of another alpha. With a sharpness of steel that tells her exactly who it is. Then a hand, followed by flowing clothes, grabs her arms. She has been jumped times enough to know it's better to be pliant and let herself be pinned to the wall. It’s not like she likes it or anything.

“Do you not have better things to do than jumping on unsuspecting alphas?” It’s mostly a snarl. “The sun has barely risen.”

“Perhaps I do,” where Mother’s voice is soothing, Mai’s breathtakingly sensual. “Like fucking you against this wall.”

“I have a schedule, I’m sure you don’t fit in its current slot.”

“I can make it quick.”

“I thought you had better stamina.”

“I can make yours quite short.”

“We established I last longer than you.”

“I’d like to test it.”

“Would you now?” Mai responds by undoing her robe’s knot. “Do you think Zuko would be happy that you’re about to suck off her little sister?”

“Don’t talk about yourself in third person, it’s weird. And we’re not even engaged, she won’t mind it at all. Also, who said I’ll suck you off? I said fuck you against the wall.”

“I have more important things to do than be your fuck buddy,” like finding Mother and questioning her what the fuck last night was about. 

“Sure,” Mai’s well-kept claws leave pink trails down Azula’s stomach, it makes her hiss and immediately rise to a half-mast. Mai knows her a little too well. “Then why are you hard?”

“Barely hard,” Mai moves her hands up again, they’re the adequate size to perfectly cup her breasts, Azula might or might not be sensitive to someone fondling with those. “This is not fair.”

There's a small lift of the corner of her mouth, it’s a smirk in Mai’s body language: “Such a whore.”

“I’m a young alpha, and you’re groping me, that’s all.”

“Groping you?” Her left hand moves south, gripping firmly her now fully hard cock. “This is groping.”

“Just get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“I intended to fuck you,” her fingers hook on Azula’s waistband. “I guess sucking you off will have to be enough.”

“And I’m the horny one.”

Mai doesn’t answer, pushing down her trousers to her knees without saying another word. Her cock’s heavy enough to be weighted down when she’s up on her feet, but not so terribly weighted down, it almost points straight forward. 

Mai’s long, slender fingers wrap around her girth, fingertips overlay each other. Azula appreciates the length of her fingers (specially when they’re inside of her, she’s proud but not proud enough to not allow herself to be touched in all pleasurable ways. That’s definitely why she let Mother touch her…) Azula relaxes against the wall, also braces herself for what she knows will be an intense session of Mai trying to suck her soul out via her cock.

Mai, the stoic, expressionless alpha (more of a role model of Fire Nation alphas than she has any right to be), kneels in front of her with golden eyes full of lust. She looks quite pretty when on her knees, not so subtly smelling in Azula’s scent like it’s fresh air after years suffocating underground. Her nose traces from the hilt of her shaft to the tip and down again, she licks and sucks on unfairly sensitive balls. She licks slowly up, she takes some sweet time licking the extremely sensitive cockhead. 

It’s fascinating. Azula thinks, to watch how Mai takes all of length into her throat.

She covers her mouth to muffle her moans, her other hand tightens in a fist – Mai bit her cock almost hard enough to draw blood the one time Azula tried to hold her head without permission. Azula’s self-control is commendable, even more so when you consider what she’s going through, and she keeps her hips as still as possible as Mai performs one of her cocksucking shows.

And the nonbender alpha looks up at her, keeping Azula imprisoned in their eye contact, something that only adds to the pleasantly experience of getting a head in a public space.

(Azula knows she’ll think about Mother in that position, on her knees and looking so pretty it hurts, taking her in like she was made for it. )

“Such a good cocksucker.”

Mai rolls her eyes, but sucks her harder and she can smell the fellow alpha’s arousal scent. It’s a shame the princess won’t be able to do anything about it, since she’s running late already with this small encounter. Mai sneaks her hands up her tights and then gropes her butt, pulling her closer, pushing her cock even deeper. Azula doesn’t try to hold back much as the alpha works the muscles of her throat around the thick shaft invading her throat.

The continuous intense sucking sends Azula over the edge quicker than she’ll admit.

Nai swallows every drop of cum, she always does. She eases Azula out of her throat, licks to make sure it’s all clean and nice. She gets up, smelling like an alpha needing of release soon. However, at least she understands that making Azula ever more late to her training isn’t good.

The princess reaches to one of Mai’s flowing sleeves: “Meet me later.”

“Will you let me fuck you?”

“Maybe I will. We will see.”

Azula knows she will, at least when they do that, she can fully ignore other thoughts, not that Mai needs to know that.

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Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets: Others

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Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets: Azutara

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Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets: Maizula

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Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets: Urzula

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Masterlists

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Ursa's Pack: A/B/O, mainly Urzula + Mai, Ty Lee and Zuko. a multichapter story + oneshots & ficlets

Dragon Puppy: A/B/O, Urzula. oneshot series.

Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets – Urzula

Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets – Maizula

Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets – Azutara

Standalone Oneshots & Ficlets – Others (Zucest, Maizulee)

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Ursa's Pack

series of stories featuring the pack consisting of alphas Azula and Mai, omegas Ursa and Ty Lee and fem!Zuko. Ursa is the leader of the pack.

Whispered Secrets in the Dark (of the Land of Fire)

Chapters: 2/? | Word count: - | Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Azula x Ursa, Azula x Mai, mentioned Azula x Ty Lee & Ursa x Ozai

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Dragon Puppy

Five years after the war, Azula finds Ursa in the backwater village of Hira'a. Having a normal mother-daughter relationship is impossible when you don't have normal mother-daughter feelings for each other. | A/B/O, alpha!Ursa x omega!Azula

You Have Such a Beautiful Hair

Chapters: 1 | Word count: 1,289 | Rating: explicit

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Whispered Secrets in the Dark (of the Land of Fire)

A/B/O, alpha!Azula x omega!Ursa. general content warnings for explicit sexual content and underage sex.

At almost seventeen, princess Azula is on her way of being quite the handsome alpha. Everything on her seems to attract the eyes of possible suitors around her, something she ignores, choosing to focus on her training. Of all alphas available to catch her attention, did it have to be her Mother?

Chapter I - Body Changes

Chapter II - A Helping Hand

Chapter III - Corridor Encounter

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Whispered Secrets in the Dark: Chapter II - A Helping Hand

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pairing: Azula x Ursa | rating: explicit | A/B/O; alpha!Azula x omega!Ursa

general content warnings: omegaverse (feat. g!p), explicit sexual content, parent-child incest, consensual underage sex.

One of the most useful skills learned in the Fire Nation Junior Corps is, undoubtedly, how to put all your clothes in under a minute.

Very useful, Azula, gracefully, jumps into the closest pair of trousers, hoping it would help a little. She ties her robe close, and is quite grateful for her own habit of sleeping under heavy blankets, the weather never matters. Just to be sure Mother dearest won’t see her erection at all – even if she’s not escaping the scent of arousal, – she places one of the many extra pillows at her lap. After unlocking the door and then hiding under the blankets, she giives Mother permission to enter the room.

She can’t hide the scent of arousal, but, well, Azula’s a young alpha going through body changes, it’s normal for her to be aroused at any moment of the day.

“Am I interrupting  something, sweetie?” Mother has always called sweetie – Azula’s sweetie, Zuko’s dear, Lu Ten’s love – and it shouldn’t affect her like this. The stupid cock strains against hastily put on trousers. 

“Just doing some light reading before sleeping,” she half lifts the scroll she decided to pretend to be reading.

“My girl, always interested in learning,” Azula does not blush a little at the praise. Stupid cock keeps twitching under any attention from the older woman. “I’d like to have a conversation about you behavior earlier today.”

She steps into the room, properly. Her nose flares just a little, twitching like Azula’s does when she’s noticing some sort of interesting scent. But the reagal princess does not react, even if she should have a disgusted look on her pretty face, nose filled with the arousal of her own offspring. Mother’s floral, soft scent does not help Azula’s current situation.

She’d like to be alone so she can jerk off in peace, without the object of her lust in her bedroom, thank you very much!

“Feeling alright, sweetie?”

“Y-yes,” fuck, I do not stutter! “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, my dragon cub?”

Azula full on flustered, what was the last time Mother called her the old, maybe adorable, nickname?: “Yes, I’m sure. Do not worry. What about about my so-called behaviour?”

“It’s not polite to threaten to burn servants.”

“They were annoying me,” they were staring at me like a piece of meat. “Annoyances need to learn their place.”

“A kind ruler does not burn their subjects.”

“I’m fifth in the line of succession, and I have no interest in being Firelord, Zuzu is more interested than me. Go pester her with your ‘how a proper ruler behaves’ nonsense.”

“You’re still a royal, and you’re still not meant to behave like a childish brat.”

“Perhaps I am a childish brat,” it feels almost more like a banter than a scold. “And I didn’t burn any of them, stop worrying about it.”

“I’m trying to fix your reputation. How are you going to find a suitable omega with the reputation of being a violent, brutal alpha?”

“I’m not interested in finding a suitable omega.”

“Crown Prince Iroh is. He’ll be Firelord soon, Lu Ten already has. You and your sister are the next.”

“Being this far down the lineage, I’d expect to have the same experience as Father.”

Mother steps closer, it throbs and Azula has forgotten for a moment that she was in the middle of something: “Your Father is a decent alpha, a decent Firebender, however you… you are a prodigy. No Firelord would allow it to go to waste your seed in inferior omegas.”

“I didn’t know you were so… defiant.”

She scoffs: “I am honest.”

“My Father is a great Firebender.”

“You’re better than him, are you not?”

Would that be some sort of treason? She knows she is a better Firebender than Father. Objectively, only Uncle and Grandfather are better benders than her. It’s an experience thing, she knows, being a prodigy like Grandfather, it won’t take much longer for her to be superior to Uncle in his prime. And she respects him just enough to admit she’d like to be better than him.

(Maybe she’d respect Uncle more if he didn’t keep choosing Zuko over her, if he didn’t act like he had only one niece.)

“You’re on the way to becoming the greatest Firebender in history, sweetie.”

Azula blinks, surprised that Mother’s close to her, standing beside the bed: “I believe that’s true.”

“Good girl.”

She makes quite an embarrassing noise, Mother smiles and cradles her cheek, her quite flustered cheek: “I do… I do try, sometimes.”

“So keep trying to be a good girl,” she places a knee on the edge of the bed, and Azula’s brain gets full of static. “And tell me what you were doing before I knocked on your door.”

“Perhaps I was having some quality private time.”

“So I interrupted your playtime? I could help.”

“Help?” Azula blinks, her speech impaired by how close Mother is, by how the omega smells sweet and how her night robe doesn’t hide much of her body at all. Has it always been this… inappropriate? “Help… how?”

“Help however you want,” she places a hand on top of the pillow, applying minor pressure that is enough to get yet another embarrassing noise from the young alpha. “Tell me to leave and I will.”

“No,” she grabs her wrist. “Stay.”

“Whatever you need, little dragon.”

Mother kisses her forehead, and Azula is about to burst. Maybe in flames, maybe in a fountain of cum, maybe in ashes from a mix of embarrassment and that warmth burning on her chest from Mother’s affection. It feels like something innocent, it feels like there’s a dirty promise underneath.

A dirty promise she hopes Mother fulfills.

Azula can’t avoid the deep red flush on her face when she allows Mother to pull the pillow away, her cock makes quite the visible bulge on her trousers, the wet spots from the precum that didn’t stop leaking only makes her fluster more. 

“It’s alright, don’t be ashamed,” Mother says, all sothing and calm. “It’s normal.”

“I don’t think this is normal.”

“Don’t worry, no one will judge us."

“I imagine no one should know.”

“You’re correct.”

“I always am.”

She’s smug for a second, before Mother gropes her, as bold as the one person who has the courage to do that. And it makes her hips jerk with the almost unexpected touch. She throws her head back as Mother squeezes it, and Mother takes the opportunity to kiss her neck. The older woman hums in approval. She keeps kissing and sucking at the sensitive, soft skill before she pulls down Azula’s trousers just enough to set her cock free.

At least she’s leaking enough that no spit is needed.

“Such a majestic thing you have here,” she praises, not even looking at it, just stroking slowly. “My little dragon is all grown up.”

Azula is a master of self-control. it’s the only reason she doesn’t start to fuck into Mother’s hand. Soft, warm, fingers almost not long enough to touch each other when her hand is wrapped around Azula’s girth.

Much better than her own hand.

Paired up with the atack on her neck, she’s dangerously close to an orgasm within minutes. Mother withdrawns from her neck, her free hand sneaks up to her chest. Not expecting her breasts to be played with, she moans almost too loud.

“Let go, sweetie” her hand moves down her abs and back again, the hand stroking her cock speeds up. “Let go of what you’ve been holding back all day. And all because of me.”

Count on Mother to know of Azula’s dirty, little incestous feelings.

It doesn't matter, not when she’s twisting her right nipple just enough to be the last straw to make her burst in a ridiculously intense orgasm. Grabbing at the bedsheets, moaning Mother just loud and clear enough for the woman to hear.

“There you go, my good girl. My beautiful good girl.”

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You Have Such a Beautiful Hair

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Content warnings: omegaverse (omega!Azula, alpha!Ursa, g!p), aged-up characters, implied past abuse, light dom/sub, mild breeding kink, explicit sexual content.

Azula thinks it’s quite ironic, after everything, that it’s Ursa who seems to love her at all.

But no, don’t go thinking it’s normal love. Or, at least, the normal kind for mother and daughter. Sometimes Azula wonders if it was never there, if Ursa put her in Ozai and never felt anything only to fall in love with her all these years later. Or if it was love with limits, when Azula came more like Ozai than like her, it was over only to, again, fall in love with her all these years later.

Does it really matter?

Not when she has all the love and attention the alpha has neglected giving her when she was just a child. They talked about it. Angry shouting matches that almost ended in Agni Kais, angrier shouting matches that ended in furious fucking of people with the same spirit of dominance. Soft, gentle apologies under a shared thin blanket, naked cuddles after sweet sex more often than not. 

It’s almost funny, how Ursa makes her happy.

It helps that their love language seems to be giving each other orgasms. Ursa is on a mission, apparently, of really giving her all the love she didn’t receive as a child. Sometimes it’s slow, it’s lovemaking. There’s the something-like-hate-sex. There’s this. It’s, possibly, the closest Azula acts to a stereotypical omega. Even in heat, even when she’s less willing to fight for dominance, there’s always an aura of superiority.

It hasn’t been the best of the days, not with the nightmares plaguing her for the last few days and making sure she feels like a monster all over again. And Ursa noticed, has been the supportive presence she seemed to always be around Zuko and never around Azula. It only brought back more memories, the specific memory of the last time they had any level of physical affection. 

She woke up remembering how small she had been, sitting on Ursa’s lap, so safe and so content to have her attention.

Until, as always, Zuko ruined it.

Now she’s not so small anymore, even if she still didn’t clear above Ursa’s shoulder – stop worrying about your height, the older woman said a couple of times, you’ve been on the run for so long. It was the first time they had any intimacy, innocent compared to anything else, Ursa’s fingers caressing her ribs, worry about being healthy first. You’re talk for an omega anyways, you’re alright. Azula presses her face up against Ursa’s neck, close to her scent glad. Zuko wouldn’t be allowed to do that if he was here, cubs aren’t allowed to be so intimately close after puberty starts.

She’s not a cub anymore, but she’s allowed to be this close, this clingy.

She’s allowed to curl her arms and legs around Ursa like a dependent, needy toddler and then be held.

“It’s alright, dragon puppy,” Mother has always sounded sweet, soothing, but not often to her. “What do you need?”

“I’m not sure,” she still hates how insecure she sounds. “Can you… be rough?”

“Of course.”

But she’s not rough from the start, that’s not how it works. It’s loving kisses, the sweet tongue exploring her mouth as if it never did hundreds of times before. (It’s great, Azula thinks, the way they explore each other’s body time and time again, as if they don’t know everything at this point. Ursa kisses down her jawline, to her neck, bites and licks and sucks and leaves mark after mark after mark. 

Azula’s painfully aroused by the time the alpha pulls away to take off her shirt, trying to grind on her stomach.

“Stay still, puppy.”

How humiliating, the way she enjoys being called things such as little princess and puppy. 

Ursa’s mouth attacks her shoulders, leaving bruises on top of fading bruises on her collarbones. Their house is small, there are only a few steps between their bedrooms – Azula isn’t so sure why they have separated rooms if she so rarely sleeps in her designated room. Ursa’s bed is warm, comfortable, and it feels nice to be dropped on it. 

“Present, my love.”

Azula tries to not moan in response to the command on her alpha’s voice. She takes a quick look at her before turning. Ursa’s so handsome, age has been good to her. Time hardened her into an even more austere alpha than she was back in the palace, but the lack of royalty burden has also made her softer in the edges. Nothing surprising about how Azula has been immediately attracted to her once they reunited.

She manages to look perfect in peasant’s clothing.

Presenting position is one they rarely use, Ursa seems to have the preference of seeing her face and all. And Azula likes to have easy access to Ursa’s neck, to that smell of Fire Lilies and ozone. But she was an obedient daughter still, and lending control over to the alpha. 

“So wet for me, aren’t you, my dear?” She asks after pulling down the comfortable trousers. The room stinks of mixed arousal. Azula only nods, face pressed against the mattress. “Such a good little omega.”

Azula’s ego hates it. Azula’s inner omega responds quite positively to it.

The woman easily pushes two fingers, knuckles deep, because Azula is, indeed, very wet. Ursa doesn’t need to do much for the young woman to get soaking wet. 

Azula whimpers when she pulls out, and Ursa chuckles at the needy sound.

“I’ll give you what you need in a second. You’ve been so good to your alpha, no need to punish you at all.”

Azula makes the closest to a purr noise an omega can do when they’re not deep into heat. The bed dips under the weight of Ursa kneeling behind her, a hand is firmly placed on her hip, her other hand’s used to steady her cock an line up. She pushes in slowly, Ursa has been blessed with quite the sizeable alphahood.

“Such a good little omega, taking me like this,” she whispers as she bottoms out.

The first thrusts are shallow, slow, to get Azula used to the intrusion – the beuaty of one’s anatomy, they can do it thousands of times, she’ll always be so tight. It feels like being torn apart in the only way that can bring her back together, and it makes Azula lightheaded and with fire burning under her skin, brighter and hotter than her blue flames.

It's the truth written in the fabric of the universe: Ursa is the only person that can ruin and save her.

The alpha’s trusts are precise, hitting deep and hard, I love it when it feels like you’re trying to bruise me from inside out. Ursa reaches forward, wraps her hand in black, silky hair. It has taken a little while for Azula to feel comfortable with Ursa touching her hair, and then it didn’t take long to learn that she likes this.

She likes when Ursa wraps her hand in it like a rope and pulls. Pulls so hard that makes Azula’s fill with tears, and makes her clit throb in painful pleasure.

Everything about them is a painful pleasure.

Ursa pulls her back until Azula’s on her knees, the angle of her trusts change and hit impossibly deep. She keeps her hard grip.

“You have such a beautiful hair,” she whispers m am adoring voice, a constrast to her actions. Her other hand presses against Azula’s lower belly. “You can cum when you’re ready.”

Azula is ready, has been so needy for days that she only needs some roughness to cum. 

Ursa fucks her through it, whispering a mix of dirty words and the ever present soft nicknames. Azula whines when Ursa eases her way out, feeling empty without her alpha’s cock – empty without her alpha’s cum. 

“Not yet,” Ursa whispers, aware of how when Azula is like this, that little part of her that is like where are my babies? start to talk a little loud. They decided to not risk it at all.

Azula can appreciate how Ursa cuddles and comforts her, ignores her own need to reach a climax, all because Azula needs the cuddling and comfort.

It might not be in the way Azula has craved when she was younger, but she’s happy to be Ursa’s puppy now. 

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Whispered Secrets in the Dark: Chapter I - Body Changes

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pairing: Azula x Ursa | rating: explicit | A/B/O; alpha!Azula x omega!Ursa

general content warnings: omegaverse (feat. g!p), explicit sexual content, parent-child incest, consensual underage sex.

There are natural changes in the body of an alpha, she’s more than educated about them.

The main ones consist of:

One, a growth spurt. An alpha might shoot up one or two heads, sometimes even more. Azula finds it quite annoying, suddenly she has a lot more arms and legs to mind. All the grace is gone, replaced by an awkward alpha adolescent. It gets her training for even longer so she gets used to having more body to move through katas. It is fun that she’s taller than Mai now, and then Zuko, who won’t grow an inch taller. She was already almost taller than Uncle Iroh, and not absurdly shorter than Lu Ten. 

Oh, she’s also close to Father’s height.

Even better, now she’s taller than Mother.

Two, muscles mount up crazy fast. Someone with a rigid, constant routine of exercises builds up muscle mass quickly. It helps them to not get stuck with not enough strength to support the new height. Azula had muscles before, a toned, lean body. Training from a young age, her body has been built to be optimal. Now she’s eating five times more than before and is starting to catch up with fellow alpha Firebenders.

She  likes to ignore the looks, pretend she doesn’t see them, because they come when she’s busy with something important. In loose pants and chest wrapping, making her heavier body stay fast and agile is more important than fooling around.

Three, the whole sexual attraction part. The most annoying and inconvenient side of growing up. She prefers constantly falling on her butt because her legs are twice as long as they were before than waking up with a raging boner, and having those all day without indications of why. She was just eating stolen mochis, what the fuck is her cock doing?

Noticing people isn’t quite bothersome. She has noticed Ty Lee before, the beautiful, amazing omega that has been her friend for so long that Azula can’t remember her life without Ty Lee in it. A comforting, warm presence. Mai isn’t that different, in her life for so long that it feels wrong to think of it without her. It doesn’t matter if most of the nobility would say there’s something very wrong with her. Mai is beautiful, having the same secondary sex doesn’t change a thing.

Azula’s almost late to the “puberty 2.0, when your life becomes unbearable because you’re a ball of raging hormones”. So close to seventeen, she heard a physician or two start to worry about the delay. Now it’s here and she wishes it wasn’t.

It’s annoying, anything turns her on.

Including being scolded by Mother, who then reaches up to her ears and drags her across the palace so Azula is to “stay in your room and think of what you have done”. Whatever she has done is out of her head because of all the omegas in the world, the one catching most of my attention has to be my Mother? Ty Lee is right there!

She ignores the unwelcomed, unwanted erection for hours, to the point of aching, because she refuses to touch herself thinking about the older Princess.

She reads scrolls, practices cold katas, a servant brings dinner, and she reads some more scrolls. But none of it calms her down enough, she gets a half-mast at best, it’s infuriating.

A long bath, wrapped in her silk robe, Azula lays on her bed with, yet again, fucking painfully hard. She stares at the ceiling, trying to think about anything but her Mother. The elegant, beautiful woman. (Is that some sort of self-cest? With how similar they could look… not that much anymore. Azula’s features sharpened as she finally lost what was left of her baby fat). 

And, once more, Azula loses the battle to her horny body.

Extremely annoyed, she kicks off the thin covers and unties her robe. Her body is divine, she isn’t humble enough to not appreciate her shape. Alpha or not, it needs hard work to stay in this shape. Perfectly sculpted muscles, beautiful earned muscles. She keeps herself well-groomed, and clean, a body built for battle and covered in soft, creamy skin.

Really, she’s perfect.

Oh, and there’s her cock. Slightly curved up, her readings told her that could be an advantage. (Ty Lee mentioned it, too.) Only a couple of more prominent veins, it looks smooth and matches the rest of her complexion. Quite a pretty thing. Comparing it to the only other dick she has actually seen, it’s shorter but thicker (seems to fit the fact that Azula is also shorter but thicker than Mai. Mai is really the less bulky alpha Azula has ever seen). her hand does wrap itself around it, but fingers don’t overlay that much.

Average length, above average width, she has read.

Overall, she thinks, she got a nice dick. An annoying one that has been bothering her for hours, but a nice one nonetheless. 

Mai has told her it’s good to keep a small bottle of massage oil for lubrication, and some handy washcloths to clean the mess. Azula, thinking she’s above masturbation, decided not to. Which now seems stupid after hours of being turned on (like the stupid hormone-riddled kid she is). 

It might be a little humiliating, but well, spit it is.

Azula sits up, resting her back against the headboard. Spitting on her hand causes quite nasty noises, it’s disgusting but it’ll have to work, she had tried doing it dry and it wasn’t pleasant at all. Making sure she’s comfortable, Azula wraps her fingers around her annoyance of a dick. 

She sighs, after a day of  ignoring it, of giving no actual stimulation at all and keeping it imprisoned by tight under wrappings, any relief touching is great. Azula isn’t stoic enough to hold back a sigh, she’s alone, she’s allowed to react to pleasuring herself. Slow, methodic strokes, perfect pace (like everything else she does). It’s heavy and throbbing against her soft palm, her own touch is soothing and stimulating at the same time.

If her self-control was any less perfect, she’d dangerously close to set the bed on fire when a wave of pleasure rushes over her. Hot like molten lava, it fills her with despair to cum.

There’s a knock on the door, a less well-controlled Firebender would get themsel a serious case of Charred Penis

She’s thankful for the acquired habit of locking her door (one too many close calls of Zuko catching her having quality alone time) when, of all other people living in the palace, it’s Mother’s voice that comes from the door: “Azula, sweetie, can we talk?”