Fic: The reign of fluff [Avatar: the Last Airbender] [2/5]
Author: girlupnorth
Title: The reign of fluff
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Spoilers: Post-series
Rating: NC-17 for porn
Length: ~6.740 words in this part
Contains: pregnancies. Fluff. Crack. Marital sexuashun of f/f, m/f, and m/f/f variety. Marital sexuashun while (very) pregnant. Threesome(s). (Veiled) allusions to incest. More fluff. Inappropriate jokes. Zuko being dramatic. Even more fluff (no, really).
Ships: Zuko/Mai/Katara (with side dishes of Mai/Katara, Zuko/Mai and Zuko/Katara); Sokka/Suki/Ty Lee, Azula/Toph, Hakoda/Bato
Characters making appearances: Katara, Mai, Zuko, Iroh, Sokka, Suki, Ty Lee, Toph
With a special appearance by: Sokka/Suki/Ty Lee's children
Author’s notes: This is for novin_ha (♥), for reasons obvious.
For more detailed notes, please check chapter one
Chapters:
01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05
The reign of fluff
Chapter Two
Katara had always been told that every woman looked different when pregnant; now she had a chance to prove that theory. Within the next few months, she seemed to gain an additional layer of weight all over her body. It wasn’t only her breasts and stomach that grew bigger, but also, her thighs, calves, and arms, and, to Zuko’s delight, her ass.
Mai, on the other hand, sported only a small baby bump, and while they could tell that her breasts swelled a little, she was still able to fit easily into all her clothes.
The official announcement of Mai and Katara’s pregnancies coincided with the celebration of the Autumnal Equinox. The days were already much shorter and colder, but still, spending a few hours in the sun made Katara feel quite dizzy. Upon returning to the palace, she proclaimed herself deadly tired from taking part in the traditional rites, and demanded that Zuko give her a foot massage as a compensation for mental distress.
Zuko knew better than to protest, so all three of them retired to the pleasantly warm bedchamber. Mai had the servants bring in several bowls of fruit, and curled on the side of the bed with some books on the subject of expecting heirs to the Fire Nation throne, which had been brought her by the Fire Sages. Katara propped herself against the pillows on the other side of the bed, and stretched her legs over Zuko’s lap. She was soon sighing happily as Zuko proceeded to rub her feet with small, circular movements.
“Anything interesting in these books?” she asked, gazing lazily towards Mai. “Will we have to endure that fire around the belly thing again?”
Zuko scowled, but didn’t comment.
As it turned out, a major part of the ceremonial announcement was a rite in which the Fire Lord (or Fire Prince who was the father of the unborn child) had to surround the expecting mother’s stomach with a ring of fire; only after this formal declaration of paternity would the Fire Sages bless the mother and the pregnancy.
Katara proclaimed it absolutely the most outrageous thing she’d encountered to date in the Fire Nation.
“Apparently, about once every month,” Mai said, looking through the book.
Katara snorted. “What, do they think Zuko will decide he’s not the father after all?” she asked.
“He won’t,” Mai said stoically.
“It’s all really just to accustom the babies with the fire as their natural element,” Zuko said in a conciliatory tone.
“It’s a vile, vile custom that emphasises masculine ownership over the female body,” Katara exclaimed. “The other leg now.”
“It’s an ancient tradition of the Fire Nation,” Zuko said, obediently starting to massage Katara’s other foot.
“Okay. So when we go to visit my folk, I will wrap your cock and Mai’s breasts in a layer of ice to show that you are both mine,” Katara said.
“Hey!” Zuko protested. At the same time, Mai asked, with mild curiosity,
“Over or under our clothes?”
“Over, of course. They must know you belong to me,” Katara said, and smiled. “My sexy, sexy Fire Lord and Lady.”
“Mmm,” Mai moved towards Katara, and they kissed. “I vote that instead of going to visit my family, we spend a week not leaving the bedchamber, though.”
“And not taking part in any rites. Yes!” Katara said enthusiastically.
“It wasn’t that bad, though, was it? The people were quite vocal in expressing their joy,” Zuko said. He seemed to be a little offended with Katara’s lack of appreciation for his Nation’s customs. “Especially the women, I think.”
Katara and Mai exchanged glances.
“Of course they were,” Mai said, reaching for another handful of berries.
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone wants some of that,” Katara explained, nudging Zuko’s chest with her toe. Zuko paused with a frown, and looked down at her leg with visible indignation.
“Is it just me, or are you treating me like a piece of meat?” he asked.
“It is just you,” Mai assured him.
“But we love you anyway,” Katara said.
“I sure hope so,” Zuko sighed.
“You can do my feet too, while you’re at it,” Mai suggested lightly, adding her lovely long legs to Katara’s in Zuko’s lap. “We told you that you’d have to spoil us,” she added with a smile.
Zuko attempted a glare, but the gaze he managed to produce was only endearingly tender.
“You’d better grow some quality babies in there, for all this spoiling,” he said.
Katara laughed, and nudged him again. Mai just stretched herself next to her, completely relaxed; she lay her hands on her small bump, and looked at Zuko expectantly.
“Go on, they won’t massage themselves,” she said, rubbing her foot against his thigh.
Zuko sighed exaggeratedly, and proceeded to do as told.
*
Zuko’s Uncle Iroh arrived at the palace at the end of next week, at a time when each of the royal threesome was deeply involved in their own duties. Zuko was sitting a boring budgetary meeting with his Council; Mai was reading spy reports; and Katara was overseeing the proper distribution of food and medical supplies to the ships that were to sail to the regions of the Fire Nation most destroyed by the war.
It was Katara who first ran into Iroh, when she cut her way to the palace short by going through the gardens. The leaves on the trees had already turned yellow and red, but the fountains were still working, despite the chilly weather, especially for Katara’s pleasure.
She went towards her favourite fountain, ready to entertain herself with some waterbending before the dinner time. With a start, she realized that there was already somebody standing by the fountain; the next moment, she recognized Uncle Iroh.
He heard her, of course, before Katara reached the fountain. Being a little heavier now, she had slight difficulty walking as lightly as usual.
“Good afternoon,” she said with a smile, approaching the Uncle. Truth be told, she felt somewhat uneasy in his presence. She’d once debated it with Mai, and they both agreed that it was weird that it was Zuko’s Uncle who should be the Fire Lord instead of his nephew - and weirder still, that he appeared content running his little tea shop in Ba Sing Se.
“My dear,” Iroh said, beaming. “You look absolutely wonderful.” He took Katara’s hands, and gazed with open delight at her growing belly.
“Thank you,” Katara replied. She looked past Iroh, and noticed the baggage lying by the fountain. “Oh dear. Has nobody taken care of you, Uncle? Zuko and Mai are both busy, but I’d think the servants should-“
“It’s perfectly alright,” Iroh said, waving his hand. “I didn’t want anybody fussing around me, so I took the chance of spending a quiet minute with my memories.”
“Oh,” Katara said, remembering what she’d been told about Iroh’s late son, Lu Ten, and she spontaneously gave the Uncle a hug. “Isn’t it a little too cold in here, though?” she asked, concerned. From what she could tell, the Fire Nation people took each drop in temperature badly. For the last few nights Zuko was more than usual insistent that he should sleep in the middle of the bed, between Mai and her, so as not to get cold during the night.
“As I’ve said: perfectly alright,” Iroh said, and he offered Katara his arm, which she graciously accepted. “But now, my dear, let’s take a walk into the palace, and talk a little. I trust the servants will take care of my things?”
“I’ll send someone the moment I see them,” Katara said.
“Good. Good. Now, tell me how you are.”
They talked pleasantly enough on their way to the palace, pausing only to dispense orders to the servants: to collect Iroh’s baggage, and to notify Zuko and Mai. Katara told Iroh a little about her duties, about the court life, and, of course, about the pregnancies. Uncle Iroh nodded wisely.
“So which of you is due first, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well,” Katara said uncertainly. “It’s hard to say, really.” She felt herself covering with blush. “We’re due about the same time, I suppose.” She noticed a slight frown on Iroh’s face. “Is something wrong?”
“Hmph,” Iroh said. “Not precisely. Tell me, Katara, have you given any thought to the matter of ascendancy? The line to the throne, I mean.”
“Zuko has,” Katara said with a small laugh. “And he’s been working on this document you suggested to him in your letter-“
“Yes. Equal primogeniture,” Iroh said. “It’s actually been made use of for generations now, but I think it’s better to have it in writing to avoid future struggles for the throne.”
Katara made a non-committal noise. “Well, that should make Zuko happy.”
“Has he been panicking?” Iroh asked knowingly.
“Oh yes.” Katara paused. “What exactly is equal primogono-“
“It means that if you happen to have a daughter, who is announced to be the heir, and then you have a son, the daughter takes the throne anyway,” Iroh explained after a moment of silence.
“Oh,” Katara brightened. “That’s nice. So what’s the problem? Whether it’s Mai or me who give birth first, whatever sex the children are, the one born first gets the throne.”
“Well,” Iroh went quiet again. “Not unless your child can bend fire, it can’t become the Fire Lord.”
Katara stared at him open-mouthed, but before she managed to gather her wits, the chamber was entered first by Mai, and then, a minute later, by Zuko. There were greetings, and joyous exclamations; gifts were exchanged. Soon, the servants brought in the dinner, which was eaten in a pleasant enough mood.
*
After Mai and Katara left the room, ostensibly in order to attend to some important duties (which may have meant that they were going to practice their knife-throwing and waterbending, respectively, or may have meant that they had got horny), Zuko spent about two more hours talking with his Uncle. To his relief, Iroh thought that the state affairs were progressing satisfactorily.
He expected to find them both in bed, and, upon reaching the bedchamber, he was surprised to only see Katara there. She was sitting on the bed, and weaving in the air a complicated web of watery threads. On seeing Zuko, she let go of the water, causing it to fall into the vase standing by the bed. He came closer, and noticed her frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to her. Katara shrugged.
“Just thinking,” she said. “About what your Uncle said to me.”
“Yes?” Zuko said carefully, embracing her.
“That my child may not be a firebender,” Katara said. “And that it could lead to an ugly fight for the throne.”
Instead of ruining the evening with exclaiming Yes! This is exactly what I’ve been talking about for the last three months!, Zuko attempted to enter the role of the supportive husband.
“We will love it regardless,” he assured Katara. “Even if it won’t be able to bend anything at all.”
Katara snorted like an angry mongoosecat. “Why shouldn’t my child be able to bend water?” she asked, pulling apart.
Zuko stared at her, taken aback. “Well, why shouldn’t my child be able to bend fire?” he asked. “I have generations of firebending ancestors to back me up.”
“And I have an awesome talent!”
“So do I!”
“Aah!” Katara whirled her hands in the air, and splashed his face with water. Zuko dried it off with a simple gesture, and caught her wrists in mid-air before she managed to hit him with more liquid. Katara fought with him for a moment, looking so beautiful with her anger and growing belly that Zuko couldn’t but kiss her.
“You are absolutely awful,” she said when he let her go, but she was already looking somewhat placated. “Awful, awful.”
“Disgusting,” he suggested, and leant in for another kiss.
“That, too,” Katara replied, kissing him back.
“I leave you two alone for five minutes,” Mai said, climbing the bed behind their backs, and they both started. “Hello,” she said, and kissed first Katara, and then Zuko.
“He’s being awful,” Katara explained, making as to prod Zuko with her finger; in reply, he only held her wrists in a stronger grip. Mai looked on with apparent fascination.
“Come here,” she said to Katara.
Surprisingly compliant, Katara leant forward, and Zuko let go of her hands. Mai, in turn, pulled her closer, starting to take both their clothes off. Zuko quickly undressed himself and knelt behind Katara, laying his hands on her breasts, and kissing her neck; Katara’s breathing hitched.
“That’s nice,” she murmured into Mai’s neck, and gasped softly as they both started stroking her: Zuko her breasts and sides, Mai her back. Zuko pressed himself against Katara’s naked buttocks, causing her to gasp again. “That’s even nicer.”
“Hmm,” Mai said, and it was Zuko’s turn to catch his breath, as Mai reached towards him between Katara’s legs and touched his cock. She ran her hand up and down its length several times, leaving Zuko quite out of breath, and then gently, though decisively, directed him right into Katara’s cunt. Zuko leant forward, almost losing his balance, and had to hold fast onto Katara’s breasts, making her moan in earnest.
“You should probably get more comfortable,” Mai said thoughtfully, and moved out of the reach of Katara’s arms, handing her a few pillows to rest on.
“And you’re calling me awful,” Zuko mouthed into Katara’s ear; she just sighed softly, and ground her ass against him. Zuko gasped again. He steadied himself, leaning one hand against the bed, and started to fuck Katara in long, slow strokes, pushing her hard against the pillows. She came with a muffled cry, driving her nails into his hand; he followed mere seconds after, and rested his head on Katara’s arm, trying to remember how to breathe normally.
“My turn,” Mai demanded, lying a hand on his shoulder.
With some effort, Zuko slowly disentangled himself from Katara’s warm body, and moved towards Mai. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him in for a lazy kiss. Zuko embraced her tightly, stroking her back with just the tips of his fingers; Mai made a purring sound deep down in her throat. She put her nose in the crook of his neck, and inhaled deeply, while Zuko kissed her ear.
“Are you sniffing me?” he asked, amused.
“I like the way you smell after fucking her,” Mai said. The sound of her voice sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. In the morning, this would have been enough to rouse him again, but at this hour he needed more time - or at least, bloodbending help from Katara, who appeared as drained as he was.
Instead, he went on kissing Mai. He kissed her neck and collarbones, then paused for a long while, gently licking and sucking her nipples, until Mai moaned. She pushed his head lower, gasping when Zuko trailed his tongue down her belly, stopping only when he reached the line of her pubic hair. This time it was his turn to inhale the familiar, musky scent, as he stroked his way down towards her wet pussy. He leaned in deeper, and kissed Mai’s lower lips, her hands clutching on his hair. He licked her slowly, eliciting small moans, and then, when she started to push his head down more insistently, increased his speed and intensity. She came violently, pressing her pussy into his mouth; Zuko sucked and kissed her until Mai went completely limp.
They all snuggled together: Katara half asleep, and Mai still catching her breath. Zuko held them both close, stroking them almost until he fell asleep.
*
Iroh’s visit was just the first of many familial calls to come. The next guests of the royal threesome were Sokka, Suki, Ty Lee, and their merry band of small and smaller children.
The palace cooks were overjoyed, as always when Sokka came to visit. This was the time when they felt most appreciated, and, moreover, could prepare any food without getting complaints that it was too heavy, too fatty, too spicy, or too sour.
For the dinner, Sokka, Katara, and Mai took generous portions of pretty much every dish on the table; Suki and Ty Lee had more modest helpings; and Zuko, terrorised by his wives to keep in shape, and forbidden to eat heavy food in the evening, ate some chicken-and-broccoli salad. The kids devoured their food without any fussing, and then were taken outside by a nanny; the adults observed them casually through the windows. The two oldest, twin boys, were running around the garden, followed by their slightly smaller sister, so far the only girl in the bunch. She trotted behind them on her small legs, crying in joy every time one of her brothers did a flip flop or attempted to walk on his hands.
The last of the kids, a seven-month-old boy, was sound asleep in Suki’s arms.
Suki and Ty Lee brought their sisters-in-law a bag full of tiny clothing items, nappies, and baby accessories.
“It’s high time you started gathering clothes and other necessary items,” Suki announced. “Better to have a head start.”
Katara took the first tiny vest and cooed, before passing it on to Mai.
“You can never have too many nappies,” Ty Lee added. “And when you get two newborns at one time? Believe me, afterwards you’re ready to take on anything.”
“We kinda all took on Azula at one point or another,” Katara mused, lifting her head up from a small dress. “Are two newborns worse than one Azula?”
Ty Lee considered the question for a moment. “Well, they may be more predictable,” she conceded. “Hey, speaking of whom, how’s Azula doing these days?”
“Uh… better, I suppose,” Zuko said. “Sometimes she manages without counting her points for days at a time.”
Azula, while still enclosed in a mental health facility, was making remarkable progress. The doctors had claimed their first success when Azula abandoned the fantasies of world domination, and busied her competitive streak with giving herself points against other patients for good behaviour. Now, they were working on helping her to move on from that as well.
“Well, that’s a start,” Sokka said. He reached for another helping of sweet potatoes, earning himself a slap on the arms from Ty Lee, and a slightly wistful look from Zuko. “Mm-what? They’re mm-delicious.”
“You’re still eating more than we do,” Katara said in amazement. “How is that possible?” Sokka shrugged; Katara narrowed her eyes. “You’re not pregnant, are you? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Ty Lee’s acrobatic abilities...”
Sokka choked. Suki giggled.
“Unless you have his digestive skills, I wouldn’t try to follow his example,” she said. “Even now. It does take a while to lose excessive weight - well, you may not need to rush, but I had to fit back into the Kiyoshi warrior uniform.”
Katara and Mai regarded Suki and Ty Lee with something of a quizzical fascination: the facial features of the former appeared noticeably softer two years after giving birth, while the latter still seemed a little plump from the pregnancy that had ended seven months prior. Both looked unquestionably lovely, and very happy.
“You’re lucky that you’ll be going through the second half in the colder months,” Ty Lee said. “The first time around I was due in late summer and I thought I’d go insane with the heat and the swollen legs.”
“It’s going to get gross in a minute, isn’t it?” Sokka asked.
“Please, do not give her any ideas,” Mai chastened with a small smile. “If Ty Lee gets gross, we will never hear the last of the sordid details of the pregnancy, delivery, or your marital life.”
“Actually, the worst thing was that I lost a lot of my agility,” Ty Lee said. “My sense of balance all went to hell.”
“But not for long,” Sokka reminded her cheerfully, and Suki shushed him, pointing to the sleeping boy in her arms.
“Is he showing any bending abilities?” Zuko asked, trying to casually reach for the sweet potatoes, only to have his hand pinned down to the table by Mai.
“Nope,” Sokka replied, offering his brother-in-law a look of utmost sympathy. “But Hakko started displaying his much later.”
“Yeah, Kerana was a very early bloomer,” Suki said proudly. “But, you know, we’ll make sure they can deliver a kick and a stab anyway.”
“That’s always a good idea,” Mai said, still holding Zuko’s hand down to the table. The Fire Lord scowled.
“We got some baby things from Zuko’s Uncle, too,” Katara said, realizing that something needed to be done in order to get them out of the dining room. “Would you like to see?”
“Actually, I’d like to see more of this yummy-“ Sokka began, and noticed his sister’s glare. “Of course we would. Baby clothes. Woo-hoo!”
“There are also some toys,” Mai said. “If that’s any comfort.”
Sokka admitted that toys sounded slightly more interesting.
Katara told the servants to fetch the children from the outside, and they all proceeded towards the living quarters, Sokka still grumbling about not getting enough of the delicious food.
*
Toph’s arrival caught them slightly off guard. As usual, the earthbender neglected to announce her visit, so when she and her small entourage of servants knocked loudly on the gates, the palace maids were sent in a flurry of arranging rooms for the honoured guest.
The last time Toph came to visit the royal threesome made the mistake of putting her in a room above their bedchamber. Somewhat predictably, this resulted in her barging into their room late at night when they were having sex, screaming,
“Stop doing that right now! My feet are grossed out!”
They all froze in mid-motion. After a moment, Katara started to giggle helplessly, and Zuko’s face flushed deep crimson. Mai, lying under him on her stomach, turned towards Toph and glared.
“It’s rude to interrupt people before they come,” she said sternly, and then also broke off in giggles.
Zuko groaned, flushed even more, and crawled straight under the covers, hiding his head under the pillow. Katara and Mai hugged, still laughing.
“That’s much better,” Toph decided, and left. Mai and Katara laughed until they cried, and when they finally calmed down, they had to coax Zuko for a good quarter of an hour before he showed his face again. Afterwards, he refused to have sex outside of bathtub until Toph left, and even this only after Katara reassuring him about a hundred times that Toph’s feet couldn’t see through water. However, he still claimed that to be suffering from lasting trauma. His wives were less concerned with having been caught in the act, and enjoyed themselves in bed quite openly, without Toph’s feet objecting even once.
This time, however, with Zuko being about three times as clingy as usual, they couldn’t risk Toph ruining their nights again. After some careful consideration, they gave her a room in the side wing, with a terrace that opened straight onto one of the gardens.
Toph greeted each of them with a heartfelt hug.
“Sokka was right,” she said when they were seated by the table. She kept tapping her foot on the floor - a motion which Zuko followed with some suspicion. “You are both getting huge.”
“We’re not huge,” Katara said almost immediately. “We’re average size for the fifth month. And I wouldn’t mind us getting bigger, really. I think the bellies are very cute.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Toph said, snorting. “Oh well. You’ll be happy to know that your kids seem well formed and even kinda pretty.”
“Really?” Zuko asked, not believing his own ears.
“See?” Mai said, and Katara added, “We told you so.”
“Panicking, eh?” Toph nodded sagely. “Can’t say I blame you. If I had embryos growing in my close vicinity, I’d be freaking out, too.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Zuko yelped when Mai elbowed him in the stomach.
“Actually, I think that they are both absolutely gorgeous, with the bellies and all,” he said hastily.
“Yeah... right. Pregnancy’s completely gross,” Toph announced. “Maybe not as gross as men, but still.”
Katara sighed. Since Toph had decided that she was a lesbian, her opinions on the male part of the world’s population worsened considerably.
“Toph, you used to crush on Sokka,” she reminded the girl gently.
“That was, like, seven or eight years ago,” Toph said, undeterred. “Also, your brother’s quite decent for a guy.”
Zuko coughed, and Mai sniggered. Toph laughed.
“Firecracker, even your wives know that you’re basically a honorary girl,” she said, punching Zuko on the arm.
The Fire Lord scowled, and turned towards his wives for reassurance.
“We think you’re very manly,” Mai said solemnly, embracing him.
“We even like your male parts,” Katara added, taking Zuko’s other arm. “Quite a lot, in fact.”
“Eww.” Toph stuck out her tongue. “Sometimes I really can’t bear your cuteness. Yuck.”
“It’s not going anywhere, so better get used to it,” Mai said, not unkindly.
Her words had, apparently, the effect of drawing Toph’s attention; the tapping foot now turned towards Mai. Zuko imagined that it was examining her closely with thousands of tiny eyes, and instinctively drew Mai closer for protection.
“Nice boobs,” Toph said at last, and raised her hand with the thumb up. “Very sexy.”
“Thank you,” Mai replied without missing a beat. Zuko gaped.
“You really shouldn’t be talking like that to my wife,” he exclaimed.
Toph grinned widely, and got to her feet with a loud thump, causing all the tableware to jump.
“Alright then. Duel time!” she said, rubbing her hands together. “You can pick your ground.”
“You know you could just tell him that you want to spar, right?” Katara suggested feebly. She felt her head spinning again.
“What fun would that be?” Toph asked.
Zuko sighed. Inside, however, he was quite happy with this turn of events, as it saved him from enduring more of the awkward conversation.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said, also getting up.
Mai and Katara looked at one another with some exasperation.
“Our landscape designer will cut himself,” Mai said. “Again.”
“Maybe Toph will make us a nice pond,” Katara offered. Mai rolled her eyes, and took Katara’s hand.
“Let’s go,” she said. “And let’s hope we’ll be able to stop them from causing too much damage.”
*
The duel finished by pronouncing a draw, Katara took to healing the burns, scratches, wounds and bruises inflicted by Zuko and Toph on one another. Toph was relatively better off, since Zuko had been careful not to burn her too severely, but Zuko was sporting a few quite serious cuts.
“You were quite awesome,” Katara told him seriously after she’d healed Toph, and sent her off to take a solid bath. “And so hot, too. We couldn’t keep our eyes off you.”
Zuko caught his breath sharply when Katara focused her healing on one particularly nasty scratch on his forearm.
“And your hands off each other,” he remarked.
“That’s what the sight of you does to us,” Mai said. She was half-lying on the bed, one of her hands resting on her belly bump. “Mmm,” she added appreciatively when Katara ripped Zuko’s shirt off, and proceeded to tend to the cuts on his chest. She moved her hands methodically from one injured area of skin to another; at one point, Zuko suddenly gritted his teeth.
“This hurts,” he said.
“Hmm,” Katara covered the problematic spot with a little more water, and probed deeper. Zuko clenched his fists. “I don’t think you’ve a broken rib,” she said, starting to heal the area. “But it would probably be very badly bruised in several hours.” Both her voice and moves were calm, focused, matter-of-fact; Zuko stared at her with adoration.
“Katara, you’re a treasure.”
Katara raised her head, and they kissed. “Okay, show me your back,” she ordered.
Zuko’s back bore no marks of his duel with Toph; it did, however, show light bruising and scratch marks left by Katara and Mai’s fingers and nails. Katara smiled at these, and kissed Zuko’s shoulder. She was in half a mind of suggesting a quickie, but then remembered the possibility of Toph’s running in on them.
“Oh,” Mai said suddenly. When they turned to look at her, she was pressing her hand to her belly.
“Is something wrong?” Zuko asked, immediately reaching to touch her. Katara was by her side in another moment.
Mai slowly shook her head.
“No… not wrong,” she replied. “I think… the baby is moving.”
Both Zuko and Katara moved at once, extending their hands towards Mai’s belly.
“Is it kicking?” Zuko inquired, while Katara asked, “How does it feel?”
“Not kicking,” Mai said. “More like fluttering around. I don’t think you’ll be able to feel it from the outside.”
“Oh,” Zuko said, and then, on impulse, leant down to kiss Mai’s belly. “Hello,” he said, and, before Katara had any time to speak, turned towards her, and kissed her stomach as well.
Driven by a sudden thought, Katara lay a hand on her belly, and focused her waterbending senses on the liquids around her baby. After a moment of eliminating outside stimuli, she could feel the tiny heartbeat, pulsating among the waves.
“Mine doesn’t feel like moving yet, I guess,” she announced with a smile. “But it’s there alright.”
Mai laughed, and kissed her over Zuko’s head.
“We did know that,” she said, running a finger down from Katara’s neck towards her belly. “You’re so much… rounder now than half a year ago.”
Katara showed her the tip of her tongue; Mai leant in and kissed her again.
Zuko stared at them, his facial features all softened.
“I love you both so much,” he said, moving to pull Mai and Katara in for a series of tight embraces and passionate kisses. They laughed, and replied in similar manner, hugging him close, and covering his face, neck, and ears in warm kisses.
There was a thumping on the door. Zuko nearly jumped, but Mai held him down in her arms, and continued to nuzzle his earlobe.
“Come in,” Katara cried out.
“You’re being schmoopy again, aren’t you?” Toph asked, walking into the chamber. “I’m bathed. And your servants tell me the dinner’s ready to be served.”
“Just out of interest, have you been groping the maids again?” Mai inquired with mild curiosity.
“Nope. Not yet,” Toph replied. “But some seemed quite awed by how well I did in the duel with Firecracker, so I might be throwing an orgy here before I leave.”
“She’s just joking,” Zuko assured Mai, while Katara held a hand to her forehead. “Do we even have enough lesbian maids for an orgy?”
His wives both looked at him for a long moment, and then Katara stroked his arm.
“You might be surprised.”
“How do you know which of them are lesbian?” Zuko asked suspiciously. Mai and Katara shared a look.
“It might have been a hiring requirement, so to speak,” Mai ventured finally.
“We didn't want you to have to worry about being molested by the staff, our darling firebending husband,” Katara added, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Zuko’s ear.
“And look, it’s worked out wonderfully,” Mai said, and took Zuko’s other arm. Slightly dumbfounded, he allowed them to lead him out of the bedchamber, and towards the dining area. Toph had already taken a place at the table, and was chatting up a servant.
Zuko could feel the beginnings of a headache.
*
In the late evening, they took a bath together, Zuko soaping up both his wives, Mai washing his and Katara’s hair, and waiting for Katara to do hers. They sprawled lazily in the water, not needing to hurry anywhere, happy just being together. Katara lay on her back, enjoying the warm bath; after a while, she began to massage her spouses’ backs with waterbending. Finally, Zuko dried them all with careful, gentle firebending.
Upon coming to the bedchamber, Mai was the first to climb the bed, not bothering to change from her bathrobe into any nightgown. She stretched her limbs pleasantly, and pulled Katara in for a long kiss the second her wife joined her on the bed. Their breasts and bellies brushed together; Mai entangled one of her hands in Katara’s hair, stroking her wife’s nipple with the fingers of another. Katara moaned softly into her mouth, and pressed herself against Mai’s thigh.
Feeling the wetness of Katara’s pussy, Mai inhaled sharply, and motioned for them to take a more comfortable position on the bed. Zuko, up to this moment sitting at the very edge of the bed, watching them carefully, drew Katara to rest her back against his chest, and began to slowly stroke her breasts. Mai smiled at him, and leant to kiss him over Katara shoulder; when she moved back, Zuko proceeded to nuzzle on Katara’s ear, making her moan again.
“Please,” she said, her eyes half closed in pleasure. “I want you - I - oh - now.”
Mai sat to Katara’s side, and moved her hand through her wife’s pubic hair, teasing Katara just for a while longer. Finally, she slid her hand lower, gently stroking Katara’s lips, before putting two of her fingers inside Katara’s cunt, and her thumb over Katara’s clit. Katara moaned, and spread her legs further, allowing Mai for easier access.
With Zuko caressing her breasts, and Mai finger fucking her with increasing intensity, it didn’t take very long for Katara’s legs to begin to shake. Mai watched her wife dig her nails into their husband’s arm, and tense for a long moment, before she shivered and came around Mai’s fingers, with a loud, wordless cry. She fell back into Zuko’s arms; he kissed Katara’s neck, telling her words of love, until she stopped making small sounds.
Aroused and anxious to get her fill, Mai kissed Katara again, and her not-so-subtle motioning for her wife to move out of the way soon elicited the desired response. Katara smiled, and rolled to the side of the bed, where she lay, watching her spouses share a long, passionate kiss.
Just seconds after, Mai finally straddled Zuko’s hips, causing him to gasp. They wasted no time; Mai was more than wet enough after touching their wife, and Zuko very aroused from holding Katara, as well as from watching them both. Putting his hands on Mai’s buttocks, he raised her slightly, and easily slid inside her. Mai sighed, and rocked her hips. She raised her hand, still slippery with Katara’s wetness, to Zuko’s mouth; as he slowly licked her fingers, and then the palm of her hand, she started to clench her muscles around him. Zuko buckled, and began to move against her. She didn’t need to tell him what to do; he knew well how to please her best. His hands brushed delicately against her breasts, circling them, before he lightly pinched her nipples.
“Oh, that’s good,” Mai sighed. She leant backwards, arching her spine, allowing Zuko a full view of her newly heavy breasts and small belly. Her husband made an appreciative sound; for a moment, he just watched Mai move against him, his breathing becoming shallower and more laboured. At last, Zuko started rocking his hips, thrusting slowly to meet Mai’s rhythm. A short while later, he slid his hand down her belly, eventually managing to insert a finger between Mai’s thighs. She gasped, clenching around him with more strength. Her moves became more erratic, as she rubbed her clit against his finger. She came to the sound of Zuko repeating her name, feeling his hands on her buttocks, pushing her harder onto him.
“Sleepy,” Mai murmured a few minutes later, when they managed to disentangle, and lie down together, her in the middle between Zuko and Katara. She rested her head against Zuko’s shoulder, inhaling his scent, a pleasant warmth in her stomach. She fell asleep without forming another coherent thought.
*
It was the next day during the dinner when Toph revealed to them the reason behind her visit.
“You guys remember Kuei? The Earth King?” she said,
Zuko nodded vaguely. “Yeah.”
“Unfortunately,” Mai sighed.
“He asked me to marry him and become the Earth Queen,” Toph declared.
Zuko choked on his wine; Katara opened her mouth to say something, and closed it again. Mai just stared.
“But... how? Why? How? Why?” Zuko managed eventually.
“Well, I kinda am nobility, not to mention that my parents have a shitload of money,” Toph explained absently. “Plus, I’m probably the only girl he knows better than just in passing. And ever since you guys decided to spawn, his advisors have been grilling him about lacking a heir.”
“But...” Zuko attempted again, and gave up. “He does realize you’re into girls, doesn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t,” Mai said suddenly. “I mean...” She paused, apparently at a loss for words. “Well, let’s just state for the record that he’s possibly the least sexual creature in the known universe, and leave it at that.”
“He isn’t that bad,” Katara protested feebly.
“He creeped me out,” Mai replied. “Even by himself. And then there was the bear. I mean... A bear. I don’t even want to know.”
Zuko frowned; he and Katara exchanged looks of surprise. It was uncommon for Mai to sound disturbed; she did happen to voice her disgust time and again, but this, somehow, sounded different.
“We got to know him a little in Ba Sing Se, and he really isn’t that bad,” Katara said soothingly. “Just, you know, a victim of a very sheltered upbringing.”
“I also had sheltered upbringing,” Mai pointed out. “And I manage to go around not creeping people out every time I open my mouth.”
“That’s because you’re clearly a superior and much more awesome human being,” Katara said, and Mai smiled, appearing somewhat placated.
“Hello? I’m the one with the actual problem here,” Toph said, banging her chopsticks against the wood of the table. “Will you help me or not?”
“What have you done thus far?” Katara asked. “How did you reply Kuei?”
“Laughed. Made it all a joke,” Toph replied. “And then left the palace and Ba Singe Se, and came here as fast as I could.”
Mai put a hand to her forehead.
“Any plans for the future?” she inquired.
“Well, I thought I could send my servants home, maybe borrow one or two of your staff, and spend some time hiding in that house of yours on Ember Island, while you divert the Earth King’s attention,” Toph announced joyfully. “Don’t worry - I’ll just need one maid and one cook. You’ll make do without them.”
“How exactly should we divert the Earth King’s attention?” Zuko asked grimly. He thought that the whole mess could have been avoided if they hadn’t returned Ba Sing Se into the Earth King’s rule after his coronation, and felt vaguely embarrassed by that thought. “A coup d’état?”
“We could send a circus to Ba Sing Se,” Mai said, and shrugged upon Katara’s heavy look. “What? He’s so infantile that he’d probably be distracted.”
“I suppose we could try finding him a more suitable wife than Toph,” Katara suggested.
“A nanny, more like,” Mai murmured.
Toph snorted.
“Maybe Suki knows some girl,” Katara mused, ignoring her wife’s addition to the conversation. “Ba Sing Se could always use some more Kiyoshi warriors.”
“I think that a coup d’état sounds like a more viable option,” Mai decided.
“Well, none of them has to marry the Earth King,” Katara pointed out. “But they might flirt with him, so that he’d see there are other girls in the world.”
Mai sighed deeply. “This is so pathetic,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re not like him, Zuko.”
“I didn’t really have a choice,” Zuko said, thinking about Azula. Mai leant over, and kissed him.
Toph made a disgusted noise. “Does this mean I can use your beach house?” she asked.
“Just… don’t ruin it,” Zuko replied after a moment’s thought. “Future generations might want to spend holidays there.”
Katara smiled, and kissed his temple. Zuko embraced her with his arm, holding Mai close with another.
Toph made another face.
“I’m so glad I’ll be leaving soon,” she said. “You’re really getting just too gross.”
Title: The reign of fluff
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Spoilers: Post-series
Rating: NC-17 for porn
Length: ~6.740 words in this part
Contains: pregnancies. Fluff. Crack. Marital sexuashun of f/f, m/f, and m/f/f variety. Marital sexuashun while (very) pregnant. Threesome(s). (Veiled) allusions to incest. More fluff. Inappropriate jokes. Zuko being dramatic. Even more fluff (no, really).
Ships: Zuko/Mai/Katara (with side dishes of Mai/Katara, Zuko/Mai and Zuko/Katara); Sokka/Suki/Ty Lee, Azula/Toph, Hakoda/Bato
Characters making appearances: Katara, Mai, Zuko, Iroh, Sokka, Suki, Ty Lee, Toph
With a special appearance by: Sokka/Suki/Ty Lee's children
Author’s notes: This is for novin_ha (♥), for reasons obvious.
For more detailed notes, please check chapter one
Chapters:
01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05
The reign of fluff
Chapter Two
Katara had always been told that every woman looked different when pregnant; now she had a chance to prove that theory. Within the next few months, she seemed to gain an additional layer of weight all over her body. It wasn’t only her breasts and stomach that grew bigger, but also, her thighs, calves, and arms, and, to Zuko’s delight, her ass.
Mai, on the other hand, sported only a small baby bump, and while they could tell that her breasts swelled a little, she was still able to fit easily into all her clothes.
The official announcement of Mai and Katara’s pregnancies coincided with the celebration of the Autumnal Equinox. The days were already much shorter and colder, but still, spending a few hours in the sun made Katara feel quite dizzy. Upon returning to the palace, she proclaimed herself deadly tired from taking part in the traditional rites, and demanded that Zuko give her a foot massage as a compensation for mental distress.
Zuko knew better than to protest, so all three of them retired to the pleasantly warm bedchamber. Mai had the servants bring in several bowls of fruit, and curled on the side of the bed with some books on the subject of expecting heirs to the Fire Nation throne, which had been brought her by the Fire Sages. Katara propped herself against the pillows on the other side of the bed, and stretched her legs over Zuko’s lap. She was soon sighing happily as Zuko proceeded to rub her feet with small, circular movements.
“Anything interesting in these books?” she asked, gazing lazily towards Mai. “Will we have to endure that fire around the belly thing again?”
Zuko scowled, but didn’t comment.
As it turned out, a major part of the ceremonial announcement was a rite in which the Fire Lord (or Fire Prince who was the father of the unborn child) had to surround the expecting mother’s stomach with a ring of fire; only after this formal declaration of paternity would the Fire Sages bless the mother and the pregnancy.
Katara proclaimed it absolutely the most outrageous thing she’d encountered to date in the Fire Nation.
“Apparently, about once every month,” Mai said, looking through the book.
Katara snorted. “What, do they think Zuko will decide he’s not the father after all?” she asked.
“He won’t,” Mai said stoically.
“It’s all really just to accustom the babies with the fire as their natural element,” Zuko said in a conciliatory tone.
“It’s a vile, vile custom that emphasises masculine ownership over the female body,” Katara exclaimed. “The other leg now.”
“It’s an ancient tradition of the Fire Nation,” Zuko said, obediently starting to massage Katara’s other foot.
“Okay. So when we go to visit my folk, I will wrap your cock and Mai’s breasts in a layer of ice to show that you are both mine,” Katara said.
“Hey!” Zuko protested. At the same time, Mai asked, with mild curiosity,
“Over or under our clothes?”
“Over, of course. They must know you belong to me,” Katara said, and smiled. “My sexy, sexy Fire Lord and Lady.”
“Mmm,” Mai moved towards Katara, and they kissed. “I vote that instead of going to visit my family, we spend a week not leaving the bedchamber, though.”
“And not taking part in any rites. Yes!” Katara said enthusiastically.
“It wasn’t that bad, though, was it? The people were quite vocal in expressing their joy,” Zuko said. He seemed to be a little offended with Katara’s lack of appreciation for his Nation’s customs. “Especially the women, I think.”
Katara and Mai exchanged glances.
“Of course they were,” Mai said, reaching for another handful of berries.
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone wants some of that,” Katara explained, nudging Zuko’s chest with her toe. Zuko paused with a frown, and looked down at her leg with visible indignation.
“Is it just me, or are you treating me like a piece of meat?” he asked.
“It is just you,” Mai assured him.
“But we love you anyway,” Katara said.
“I sure hope so,” Zuko sighed.
“You can do my feet too, while you’re at it,” Mai suggested lightly, adding her lovely long legs to Katara’s in Zuko’s lap. “We told you that you’d have to spoil us,” she added with a smile.
Zuko attempted a glare, but the gaze he managed to produce was only endearingly tender.
“You’d better grow some quality babies in there, for all this spoiling,” he said.
Katara laughed, and nudged him again. Mai just stretched herself next to her, completely relaxed; she lay her hands on her small bump, and looked at Zuko expectantly.
“Go on, they won’t massage themselves,” she said, rubbing her foot against his thigh.
Zuko sighed exaggeratedly, and proceeded to do as told.
*
Zuko’s Uncle Iroh arrived at the palace at the end of next week, at a time when each of the royal threesome was deeply involved in their own duties. Zuko was sitting a boring budgetary meeting with his Council; Mai was reading spy reports; and Katara was overseeing the proper distribution of food and medical supplies to the ships that were to sail to the regions of the Fire Nation most destroyed by the war.
It was Katara who first ran into Iroh, when she cut her way to the palace short by going through the gardens. The leaves on the trees had already turned yellow and red, but the fountains were still working, despite the chilly weather, especially for Katara’s pleasure.
She went towards her favourite fountain, ready to entertain herself with some waterbending before the dinner time. With a start, she realized that there was already somebody standing by the fountain; the next moment, she recognized Uncle Iroh.
He heard her, of course, before Katara reached the fountain. Being a little heavier now, she had slight difficulty walking as lightly as usual.
“Good afternoon,” she said with a smile, approaching the Uncle. Truth be told, she felt somewhat uneasy in his presence. She’d once debated it with Mai, and they both agreed that it was weird that it was Zuko’s Uncle who should be the Fire Lord instead of his nephew - and weirder still, that he appeared content running his little tea shop in Ba Sing Se.
“My dear,” Iroh said, beaming. “You look absolutely wonderful.” He took Katara’s hands, and gazed with open delight at her growing belly.
“Thank you,” Katara replied. She looked past Iroh, and noticed the baggage lying by the fountain. “Oh dear. Has nobody taken care of you, Uncle? Zuko and Mai are both busy, but I’d think the servants should-“
“It’s perfectly alright,” Iroh said, waving his hand. “I didn’t want anybody fussing around me, so I took the chance of spending a quiet minute with my memories.”
“Oh,” Katara said, remembering what she’d been told about Iroh’s late son, Lu Ten, and she spontaneously gave the Uncle a hug. “Isn’t it a little too cold in here, though?” she asked, concerned. From what she could tell, the Fire Nation people took each drop in temperature badly. For the last few nights Zuko was more than usual insistent that he should sleep in the middle of the bed, between Mai and her, so as not to get cold during the night.
“As I’ve said: perfectly alright,” Iroh said, and he offered Katara his arm, which she graciously accepted. “But now, my dear, let’s take a walk into the palace, and talk a little. I trust the servants will take care of my things?”
“I’ll send someone the moment I see them,” Katara said.
“Good. Good. Now, tell me how you are.”
They talked pleasantly enough on their way to the palace, pausing only to dispense orders to the servants: to collect Iroh’s baggage, and to notify Zuko and Mai. Katara told Iroh a little about her duties, about the court life, and, of course, about the pregnancies. Uncle Iroh nodded wisely.
“So which of you is due first, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well,” Katara said uncertainly. “It’s hard to say, really.” She felt herself covering with blush. “We’re due about the same time, I suppose.” She noticed a slight frown on Iroh’s face. “Is something wrong?”
“Hmph,” Iroh said. “Not precisely. Tell me, Katara, have you given any thought to the matter of ascendancy? The line to the throne, I mean.”
“Zuko has,” Katara said with a small laugh. “And he’s been working on this document you suggested to him in your letter-“
“Yes. Equal primogeniture,” Iroh said. “It’s actually been made use of for generations now, but I think it’s better to have it in writing to avoid future struggles for the throne.”
Katara made a non-committal noise. “Well, that should make Zuko happy.”
“Has he been panicking?” Iroh asked knowingly.
“Oh yes.” Katara paused. “What exactly is equal primogono-“
“It means that if you happen to have a daughter, who is announced to be the heir, and then you have a son, the daughter takes the throne anyway,” Iroh explained after a moment of silence.
“Oh,” Katara brightened. “That’s nice. So what’s the problem? Whether it’s Mai or me who give birth first, whatever sex the children are, the one born first gets the throne.”
“Well,” Iroh went quiet again. “Not unless your child can bend fire, it can’t become the Fire Lord.”
Katara stared at him open-mouthed, but before she managed to gather her wits, the chamber was entered first by Mai, and then, a minute later, by Zuko. There were greetings, and joyous exclamations; gifts were exchanged. Soon, the servants brought in the dinner, which was eaten in a pleasant enough mood.
*
After Mai and Katara left the room, ostensibly in order to attend to some important duties (which may have meant that they were going to practice their knife-throwing and waterbending, respectively, or may have meant that they had got horny), Zuko spent about two more hours talking with his Uncle. To his relief, Iroh thought that the state affairs were progressing satisfactorily.
He expected to find them both in bed, and, upon reaching the bedchamber, he was surprised to only see Katara there. She was sitting on the bed, and weaving in the air a complicated web of watery threads. On seeing Zuko, she let go of the water, causing it to fall into the vase standing by the bed. He came closer, and noticed her frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to her. Katara shrugged.
“Just thinking,” she said. “About what your Uncle said to me.”
“Yes?” Zuko said carefully, embracing her.
“That my child may not be a firebender,” Katara said. “And that it could lead to an ugly fight for the throne.”
Instead of ruining the evening with exclaiming Yes! This is exactly what I’ve been talking about for the last three months!, Zuko attempted to enter the role of the supportive husband.
“We will love it regardless,” he assured Katara. “Even if it won’t be able to bend anything at all.”
Katara snorted like an angry mongoosecat. “Why shouldn’t my child be able to bend water?” she asked, pulling apart.
Zuko stared at her, taken aback. “Well, why shouldn’t my child be able to bend fire?” he asked. “I have generations of firebending ancestors to back me up.”
“And I have an awesome talent!”
“So do I!”
“Aah!” Katara whirled her hands in the air, and splashed his face with water. Zuko dried it off with a simple gesture, and caught her wrists in mid-air before she managed to hit him with more liquid. Katara fought with him for a moment, looking so beautiful with her anger and growing belly that Zuko couldn’t but kiss her.
“You are absolutely awful,” she said when he let her go, but she was already looking somewhat placated. “Awful, awful.”
“Disgusting,” he suggested, and leant in for another kiss.
“That, too,” Katara replied, kissing him back.
“I leave you two alone for five minutes,” Mai said, climbing the bed behind their backs, and they both started. “Hello,” she said, and kissed first Katara, and then Zuko.
“He’s being awful,” Katara explained, making as to prod Zuko with her finger; in reply, he only held her wrists in a stronger grip. Mai looked on with apparent fascination.
“Come here,” she said to Katara.
Surprisingly compliant, Katara leant forward, and Zuko let go of her hands. Mai, in turn, pulled her closer, starting to take both their clothes off. Zuko quickly undressed himself and knelt behind Katara, laying his hands on her breasts, and kissing her neck; Katara’s breathing hitched.
“That’s nice,” she murmured into Mai’s neck, and gasped softly as they both started stroking her: Zuko her breasts and sides, Mai her back. Zuko pressed himself against Katara’s naked buttocks, causing her to gasp again. “That’s even nicer.”
“Hmm,” Mai said, and it was Zuko’s turn to catch his breath, as Mai reached towards him between Katara’s legs and touched his cock. She ran her hand up and down its length several times, leaving Zuko quite out of breath, and then gently, though decisively, directed him right into Katara’s cunt. Zuko leant forward, almost losing his balance, and had to hold fast onto Katara’s breasts, making her moan in earnest.
“You should probably get more comfortable,” Mai said thoughtfully, and moved out of the reach of Katara’s arms, handing her a few pillows to rest on.
“And you’re calling me awful,” Zuko mouthed into Katara’s ear; she just sighed softly, and ground her ass against him. Zuko gasped again. He steadied himself, leaning one hand against the bed, and started to fuck Katara in long, slow strokes, pushing her hard against the pillows. She came with a muffled cry, driving her nails into his hand; he followed mere seconds after, and rested his head on Katara’s arm, trying to remember how to breathe normally.
“My turn,” Mai demanded, lying a hand on his shoulder.
With some effort, Zuko slowly disentangled himself from Katara’s warm body, and moved towards Mai. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him in for a lazy kiss. Zuko embraced her tightly, stroking her back with just the tips of his fingers; Mai made a purring sound deep down in her throat. She put her nose in the crook of his neck, and inhaled deeply, while Zuko kissed her ear.
“Are you sniffing me?” he asked, amused.
“I like the way you smell after fucking her,” Mai said. The sound of her voice sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. In the morning, this would have been enough to rouse him again, but at this hour he needed more time - or at least, bloodbending help from Katara, who appeared as drained as he was.
Instead, he went on kissing Mai. He kissed her neck and collarbones, then paused for a long while, gently licking and sucking her nipples, until Mai moaned. She pushed his head lower, gasping when Zuko trailed his tongue down her belly, stopping only when he reached the line of her pubic hair. This time it was his turn to inhale the familiar, musky scent, as he stroked his way down towards her wet pussy. He leaned in deeper, and kissed Mai’s lower lips, her hands clutching on his hair. He licked her slowly, eliciting small moans, and then, when she started to push his head down more insistently, increased his speed and intensity. She came violently, pressing her pussy into his mouth; Zuko sucked and kissed her until Mai went completely limp.
They all snuggled together: Katara half asleep, and Mai still catching her breath. Zuko held them both close, stroking them almost until he fell asleep.
*
Iroh’s visit was just the first of many familial calls to come. The next guests of the royal threesome were Sokka, Suki, Ty Lee, and their merry band of small and smaller children.
The palace cooks were overjoyed, as always when Sokka came to visit. This was the time when they felt most appreciated, and, moreover, could prepare any food without getting complaints that it was too heavy, too fatty, too spicy, or too sour.
For the dinner, Sokka, Katara, and Mai took generous portions of pretty much every dish on the table; Suki and Ty Lee had more modest helpings; and Zuko, terrorised by his wives to keep in shape, and forbidden to eat heavy food in the evening, ate some chicken-and-broccoli salad. The kids devoured their food without any fussing, and then were taken outside by a nanny; the adults observed them casually through the windows. The two oldest, twin boys, were running around the garden, followed by their slightly smaller sister, so far the only girl in the bunch. She trotted behind them on her small legs, crying in joy every time one of her brothers did a flip flop or attempted to walk on his hands.
The last of the kids, a seven-month-old boy, was sound asleep in Suki’s arms.
Suki and Ty Lee brought their sisters-in-law a bag full of tiny clothing items, nappies, and baby accessories.
“It’s high time you started gathering clothes and other necessary items,” Suki announced. “Better to have a head start.”
Katara took the first tiny vest and cooed, before passing it on to Mai.
“You can never have too many nappies,” Ty Lee added. “And when you get two newborns at one time? Believe me, afterwards you’re ready to take on anything.”
“We kinda all took on Azula at one point or another,” Katara mused, lifting her head up from a small dress. “Are two newborns worse than one Azula?”
Ty Lee considered the question for a moment. “Well, they may be more predictable,” she conceded. “Hey, speaking of whom, how’s Azula doing these days?”
“Uh… better, I suppose,” Zuko said. “Sometimes she manages without counting her points for days at a time.”
Azula, while still enclosed in a mental health facility, was making remarkable progress. The doctors had claimed their first success when Azula abandoned the fantasies of world domination, and busied her competitive streak with giving herself points against other patients for good behaviour. Now, they were working on helping her to move on from that as well.
“Well, that’s a start,” Sokka said. He reached for another helping of sweet potatoes, earning himself a slap on the arms from Ty Lee, and a slightly wistful look from Zuko. “Mm-what? They’re mm-delicious.”
“You’re still eating more than we do,” Katara said in amazement. “How is that possible?” Sokka shrugged; Katara narrowed her eyes. “You’re not pregnant, are you? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Ty Lee’s acrobatic abilities...”
Sokka choked. Suki giggled.
“Unless you have his digestive skills, I wouldn’t try to follow his example,” she said. “Even now. It does take a while to lose excessive weight - well, you may not need to rush, but I had to fit back into the Kiyoshi warrior uniform.”
Katara and Mai regarded Suki and Ty Lee with something of a quizzical fascination: the facial features of the former appeared noticeably softer two years after giving birth, while the latter still seemed a little plump from the pregnancy that had ended seven months prior. Both looked unquestionably lovely, and very happy.
“You’re lucky that you’ll be going through the second half in the colder months,” Ty Lee said. “The first time around I was due in late summer and I thought I’d go insane with the heat and the swollen legs.”
“It’s going to get gross in a minute, isn’t it?” Sokka asked.
“Please, do not give her any ideas,” Mai chastened with a small smile. “If Ty Lee gets gross, we will never hear the last of the sordid details of the pregnancy, delivery, or your marital life.”
“Actually, the worst thing was that I lost a lot of my agility,” Ty Lee said. “My sense of balance all went to hell.”
“But not for long,” Sokka reminded her cheerfully, and Suki shushed him, pointing to the sleeping boy in her arms.
“Is he showing any bending abilities?” Zuko asked, trying to casually reach for the sweet potatoes, only to have his hand pinned down to the table by Mai.
“Nope,” Sokka replied, offering his brother-in-law a look of utmost sympathy. “But Hakko started displaying his much later.”
“Yeah, Kerana was a very early bloomer,” Suki said proudly. “But, you know, we’ll make sure they can deliver a kick and a stab anyway.”
“That’s always a good idea,” Mai said, still holding Zuko’s hand down to the table. The Fire Lord scowled.
“We got some baby things from Zuko’s Uncle, too,” Katara said, realizing that something needed to be done in order to get them out of the dining room. “Would you like to see?”
“Actually, I’d like to see more of this yummy-“ Sokka began, and noticed his sister’s glare. “Of course we would. Baby clothes. Woo-hoo!”
“There are also some toys,” Mai said. “If that’s any comfort.”
Sokka admitted that toys sounded slightly more interesting.
Katara told the servants to fetch the children from the outside, and they all proceeded towards the living quarters, Sokka still grumbling about not getting enough of the delicious food.
*
Toph’s arrival caught them slightly off guard. As usual, the earthbender neglected to announce her visit, so when she and her small entourage of servants knocked loudly on the gates, the palace maids were sent in a flurry of arranging rooms for the honoured guest.
The last time Toph came to visit the royal threesome made the mistake of putting her in a room above their bedchamber. Somewhat predictably, this resulted in her barging into their room late at night when they were having sex, screaming,
“Stop doing that right now! My feet are grossed out!”
They all froze in mid-motion. After a moment, Katara started to giggle helplessly, and Zuko’s face flushed deep crimson. Mai, lying under him on her stomach, turned towards Toph and glared.
“It’s rude to interrupt people before they come,” she said sternly, and then also broke off in giggles.
Zuko groaned, flushed even more, and crawled straight under the covers, hiding his head under the pillow. Katara and Mai hugged, still laughing.
“That’s much better,” Toph decided, and left. Mai and Katara laughed until they cried, and when they finally calmed down, they had to coax Zuko for a good quarter of an hour before he showed his face again. Afterwards, he refused to have sex outside of bathtub until Toph left, and even this only after Katara reassuring him about a hundred times that Toph’s feet couldn’t see through water. However, he still claimed that to be suffering from lasting trauma. His wives were less concerned with having been caught in the act, and enjoyed themselves in bed quite openly, without Toph’s feet objecting even once.
This time, however, with Zuko being about three times as clingy as usual, they couldn’t risk Toph ruining their nights again. After some careful consideration, they gave her a room in the side wing, with a terrace that opened straight onto one of the gardens.
Toph greeted each of them with a heartfelt hug.
“Sokka was right,” she said when they were seated by the table. She kept tapping her foot on the floor - a motion which Zuko followed with some suspicion. “You are both getting huge.”
“We’re not huge,” Katara said almost immediately. “We’re average size for the fifth month. And I wouldn’t mind us getting bigger, really. I think the bellies are very cute.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Toph said, snorting. “Oh well. You’ll be happy to know that your kids seem well formed and even kinda pretty.”
“Really?” Zuko asked, not believing his own ears.
“See?” Mai said, and Katara added, “We told you so.”
“Panicking, eh?” Toph nodded sagely. “Can’t say I blame you. If I had embryos growing in my close vicinity, I’d be freaking out, too.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Zuko yelped when Mai elbowed him in the stomach.
“Actually, I think that they are both absolutely gorgeous, with the bellies and all,” he said hastily.
“Yeah... right. Pregnancy’s completely gross,” Toph announced. “Maybe not as gross as men, but still.”
Katara sighed. Since Toph had decided that she was a lesbian, her opinions on the male part of the world’s population worsened considerably.
“Toph, you used to crush on Sokka,” she reminded the girl gently.
“That was, like, seven or eight years ago,” Toph said, undeterred. “Also, your brother’s quite decent for a guy.”
Zuko coughed, and Mai sniggered. Toph laughed.
“Firecracker, even your wives know that you’re basically a honorary girl,” she said, punching Zuko on the arm.
The Fire Lord scowled, and turned towards his wives for reassurance.
“We think you’re very manly,” Mai said solemnly, embracing him.
“We even like your male parts,” Katara added, taking Zuko’s other arm. “Quite a lot, in fact.”
“Eww.” Toph stuck out her tongue. “Sometimes I really can’t bear your cuteness. Yuck.”
“It’s not going anywhere, so better get used to it,” Mai said, not unkindly.
Her words had, apparently, the effect of drawing Toph’s attention; the tapping foot now turned towards Mai. Zuko imagined that it was examining her closely with thousands of tiny eyes, and instinctively drew Mai closer for protection.
“Nice boobs,” Toph said at last, and raised her hand with the thumb up. “Very sexy.”
“Thank you,” Mai replied without missing a beat. Zuko gaped.
“You really shouldn’t be talking like that to my wife,” he exclaimed.
Toph grinned widely, and got to her feet with a loud thump, causing all the tableware to jump.
“Alright then. Duel time!” she said, rubbing her hands together. “You can pick your ground.”
“You know you could just tell him that you want to spar, right?” Katara suggested feebly. She felt her head spinning again.
“What fun would that be?” Toph asked.
Zuko sighed. Inside, however, he was quite happy with this turn of events, as it saved him from enduring more of the awkward conversation.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said, also getting up.
Mai and Katara looked at one another with some exasperation.
“Our landscape designer will cut himself,” Mai said. “Again.”
“Maybe Toph will make us a nice pond,” Katara offered. Mai rolled her eyes, and took Katara’s hand.
“Let’s go,” she said. “And let’s hope we’ll be able to stop them from causing too much damage.”
*
The duel finished by pronouncing a draw, Katara took to healing the burns, scratches, wounds and bruises inflicted by Zuko and Toph on one another. Toph was relatively better off, since Zuko had been careful not to burn her too severely, but Zuko was sporting a few quite serious cuts.
“You were quite awesome,” Katara told him seriously after she’d healed Toph, and sent her off to take a solid bath. “And so hot, too. We couldn’t keep our eyes off you.”
Zuko caught his breath sharply when Katara focused her healing on one particularly nasty scratch on his forearm.
“And your hands off each other,” he remarked.
“That’s what the sight of you does to us,” Mai said. She was half-lying on the bed, one of her hands resting on her belly bump. “Mmm,” she added appreciatively when Katara ripped Zuko’s shirt off, and proceeded to tend to the cuts on his chest. She moved her hands methodically from one injured area of skin to another; at one point, Zuko suddenly gritted his teeth.
“This hurts,” he said.
“Hmm,” Katara covered the problematic spot with a little more water, and probed deeper. Zuko clenched his fists. “I don’t think you’ve a broken rib,” she said, starting to heal the area. “But it would probably be very badly bruised in several hours.” Both her voice and moves were calm, focused, matter-of-fact; Zuko stared at her with adoration.
“Katara, you’re a treasure.”
Katara raised her head, and they kissed. “Okay, show me your back,” she ordered.
Zuko’s back bore no marks of his duel with Toph; it did, however, show light bruising and scratch marks left by Katara and Mai’s fingers and nails. Katara smiled at these, and kissed Zuko’s shoulder. She was in half a mind of suggesting a quickie, but then remembered the possibility of Toph’s running in on them.
“Oh,” Mai said suddenly. When they turned to look at her, she was pressing her hand to her belly.
“Is something wrong?” Zuko asked, immediately reaching to touch her. Katara was by her side in another moment.
Mai slowly shook her head.
“No… not wrong,” she replied. “I think… the baby is moving.”
Both Zuko and Katara moved at once, extending their hands towards Mai’s belly.
“Is it kicking?” Zuko inquired, while Katara asked, “How does it feel?”
“Not kicking,” Mai said. “More like fluttering around. I don’t think you’ll be able to feel it from the outside.”
“Oh,” Zuko said, and then, on impulse, leant down to kiss Mai’s belly. “Hello,” he said, and, before Katara had any time to speak, turned towards her, and kissed her stomach as well.
Driven by a sudden thought, Katara lay a hand on her belly, and focused her waterbending senses on the liquids around her baby. After a moment of eliminating outside stimuli, she could feel the tiny heartbeat, pulsating among the waves.
“Mine doesn’t feel like moving yet, I guess,” she announced with a smile. “But it’s there alright.”
Mai laughed, and kissed her over Zuko’s head.
“We did know that,” she said, running a finger down from Katara’s neck towards her belly. “You’re so much… rounder now than half a year ago.”
Katara showed her the tip of her tongue; Mai leant in and kissed her again.
Zuko stared at them, his facial features all softened.
“I love you both so much,” he said, moving to pull Mai and Katara in for a series of tight embraces and passionate kisses. They laughed, and replied in similar manner, hugging him close, and covering his face, neck, and ears in warm kisses.
There was a thumping on the door. Zuko nearly jumped, but Mai held him down in her arms, and continued to nuzzle his earlobe.
“Come in,” Katara cried out.
“You’re being schmoopy again, aren’t you?” Toph asked, walking into the chamber. “I’m bathed. And your servants tell me the dinner’s ready to be served.”
“Just out of interest, have you been groping the maids again?” Mai inquired with mild curiosity.
“Nope. Not yet,” Toph replied. “But some seemed quite awed by how well I did in the duel with Firecracker, so I might be throwing an orgy here before I leave.”
“She’s just joking,” Zuko assured Mai, while Katara held a hand to her forehead. “Do we even have enough lesbian maids for an orgy?”
His wives both looked at him for a long moment, and then Katara stroked his arm.
“You might be surprised.”
“How do you know which of them are lesbian?” Zuko asked suspiciously. Mai and Katara shared a look.
“It might have been a hiring requirement, so to speak,” Mai ventured finally.
“We didn't want you to have to worry about being molested by the staff, our darling firebending husband,” Katara added, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Zuko’s ear.
“And look, it’s worked out wonderfully,” Mai said, and took Zuko’s other arm. Slightly dumbfounded, he allowed them to lead him out of the bedchamber, and towards the dining area. Toph had already taken a place at the table, and was chatting up a servant.
Zuko could feel the beginnings of a headache.
*
In the late evening, they took a bath together, Zuko soaping up both his wives, Mai washing his and Katara’s hair, and waiting for Katara to do hers. They sprawled lazily in the water, not needing to hurry anywhere, happy just being together. Katara lay on her back, enjoying the warm bath; after a while, she began to massage her spouses’ backs with waterbending. Finally, Zuko dried them all with careful, gentle firebending.
Upon coming to the bedchamber, Mai was the first to climb the bed, not bothering to change from her bathrobe into any nightgown. She stretched her limbs pleasantly, and pulled Katara in for a long kiss the second her wife joined her on the bed. Their breasts and bellies brushed together; Mai entangled one of her hands in Katara’s hair, stroking her wife’s nipple with the fingers of another. Katara moaned softly into her mouth, and pressed herself against Mai’s thigh.
Feeling the wetness of Katara’s pussy, Mai inhaled sharply, and motioned for them to take a more comfortable position on the bed. Zuko, up to this moment sitting at the very edge of the bed, watching them carefully, drew Katara to rest her back against his chest, and began to slowly stroke her breasts. Mai smiled at him, and leant to kiss him over Katara shoulder; when she moved back, Zuko proceeded to nuzzle on Katara’s ear, making her moan again.
“Please,” she said, her eyes half closed in pleasure. “I want you - I - oh - now.”
Mai sat to Katara’s side, and moved her hand through her wife’s pubic hair, teasing Katara just for a while longer. Finally, she slid her hand lower, gently stroking Katara’s lips, before putting two of her fingers inside Katara’s cunt, and her thumb over Katara’s clit. Katara moaned, and spread her legs further, allowing Mai for easier access.
With Zuko caressing her breasts, and Mai finger fucking her with increasing intensity, it didn’t take very long for Katara’s legs to begin to shake. Mai watched her wife dig her nails into their husband’s arm, and tense for a long moment, before she shivered and came around Mai’s fingers, with a loud, wordless cry. She fell back into Zuko’s arms; he kissed Katara’s neck, telling her words of love, until she stopped making small sounds.
Aroused and anxious to get her fill, Mai kissed Katara again, and her not-so-subtle motioning for her wife to move out of the way soon elicited the desired response. Katara smiled, and rolled to the side of the bed, where she lay, watching her spouses share a long, passionate kiss.
Just seconds after, Mai finally straddled Zuko’s hips, causing him to gasp. They wasted no time; Mai was more than wet enough after touching their wife, and Zuko very aroused from holding Katara, as well as from watching them both. Putting his hands on Mai’s buttocks, he raised her slightly, and easily slid inside her. Mai sighed, and rocked her hips. She raised her hand, still slippery with Katara’s wetness, to Zuko’s mouth; as he slowly licked her fingers, and then the palm of her hand, she started to clench her muscles around him. Zuko buckled, and began to move against her. She didn’t need to tell him what to do; he knew well how to please her best. His hands brushed delicately against her breasts, circling them, before he lightly pinched her nipples.
“Oh, that’s good,” Mai sighed. She leant backwards, arching her spine, allowing Zuko a full view of her newly heavy breasts and small belly. Her husband made an appreciative sound; for a moment, he just watched Mai move against him, his breathing becoming shallower and more laboured. At last, Zuko started rocking his hips, thrusting slowly to meet Mai’s rhythm. A short while later, he slid his hand down her belly, eventually managing to insert a finger between Mai’s thighs. She gasped, clenching around him with more strength. Her moves became more erratic, as she rubbed her clit against his finger. She came to the sound of Zuko repeating her name, feeling his hands on her buttocks, pushing her harder onto him.
“Sleepy,” Mai murmured a few minutes later, when they managed to disentangle, and lie down together, her in the middle between Zuko and Katara. She rested her head against Zuko’s shoulder, inhaling his scent, a pleasant warmth in her stomach. She fell asleep without forming another coherent thought.
*
It was the next day during the dinner when Toph revealed to them the reason behind her visit.
“You guys remember Kuei? The Earth King?” she said,
Zuko nodded vaguely. “Yeah.”
“Unfortunately,” Mai sighed.
“He asked me to marry him and become the Earth Queen,” Toph declared.
Zuko choked on his wine; Katara opened her mouth to say something, and closed it again. Mai just stared.
“But... how? Why? How? Why?” Zuko managed eventually.
“Well, I kinda am nobility, not to mention that my parents have a shitload of money,” Toph explained absently. “Plus, I’m probably the only girl he knows better than just in passing. And ever since you guys decided to spawn, his advisors have been grilling him about lacking a heir.”
“But...” Zuko attempted again, and gave up. “He does realize you’re into girls, doesn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t,” Mai said suddenly. “I mean...” She paused, apparently at a loss for words. “Well, let’s just state for the record that he’s possibly the least sexual creature in the known universe, and leave it at that.”
“He isn’t that bad,” Katara protested feebly.
“He creeped me out,” Mai replied. “Even by himself. And then there was the bear. I mean... A bear. I don’t even want to know.”
Zuko frowned; he and Katara exchanged looks of surprise. It was uncommon for Mai to sound disturbed; she did happen to voice her disgust time and again, but this, somehow, sounded different.
“We got to know him a little in Ba Sing Se, and he really isn’t that bad,” Katara said soothingly. “Just, you know, a victim of a very sheltered upbringing.”
“I also had sheltered upbringing,” Mai pointed out. “And I manage to go around not creeping people out every time I open my mouth.”
“That’s because you’re clearly a superior and much more awesome human being,” Katara said, and Mai smiled, appearing somewhat placated.
“Hello? I’m the one with the actual problem here,” Toph said, banging her chopsticks against the wood of the table. “Will you help me or not?”
“What have you done thus far?” Katara asked. “How did you reply Kuei?”
“Laughed. Made it all a joke,” Toph replied. “And then left the palace and Ba Singe Se, and came here as fast as I could.”
Mai put a hand to her forehead.
“Any plans for the future?” she inquired.
“Well, I thought I could send my servants home, maybe borrow one or two of your staff, and spend some time hiding in that house of yours on Ember Island, while you divert the Earth King’s attention,” Toph announced joyfully. “Don’t worry - I’ll just need one maid and one cook. You’ll make do without them.”
“How exactly should we divert the Earth King’s attention?” Zuko asked grimly. He thought that the whole mess could have been avoided if they hadn’t returned Ba Sing Se into the Earth King’s rule after his coronation, and felt vaguely embarrassed by that thought. “A coup d’état?”
“We could send a circus to Ba Sing Se,” Mai said, and shrugged upon Katara’s heavy look. “What? He’s so infantile that he’d probably be distracted.”
“I suppose we could try finding him a more suitable wife than Toph,” Katara suggested.
“A nanny, more like,” Mai murmured.
Toph snorted.
“Maybe Suki knows some girl,” Katara mused, ignoring her wife’s addition to the conversation. “Ba Sing Se could always use some more Kiyoshi warriors.”
“I think that a coup d’état sounds like a more viable option,” Mai decided.
“Well, none of them has to marry the Earth King,” Katara pointed out. “But they might flirt with him, so that he’d see there are other girls in the world.”
Mai sighed deeply. “This is so pathetic,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re not like him, Zuko.”
“I didn’t really have a choice,” Zuko said, thinking about Azula. Mai leant over, and kissed him.
Toph made a disgusted noise. “Does this mean I can use your beach house?” she asked.
“Just… don’t ruin it,” Zuko replied after a moment’s thought. “Future generations might want to spend holidays there.”
Katara smiled, and kissed his temple. Zuko embraced her with his arm, holding Mai close with another.
Toph made another face.
“I’m so glad I’ll be leaving soon,” she said. “You’re really getting just too gross.”