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Redefining Boundaries	By : SouthernDragon Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 18813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Redefining Boundaries
- 2-Crossing Invisible Lines
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Shaking off the effects of her orgasm, the young Princess opened her eyes to her mother’s wry smile. Indignation crept into her voice at the insinuation, its effectiveness hampered by the very real fatigued that had settled in. Even when exhausted, the girl still had her pride. “Tired? Don’t be ridiculous.” Being tired meant being weak -- and the Fire Nation’s prodigy was never weak. She only needed a moment to recover.

“As you insist,” the older woman replied blithely, careful not to evoke any sensitivities that may have arisen with Azula’s compromised state. From a very young age, her secondborn had been touchy when it came to perceived weaknesses or inadequacies, and she knew to tread with care. This was a time of healing and new beginnings between them.

With that thought in mind, she effectively quelled the desire to assist her child, allowing Azula to stand on her own when her muscles permitted. Nothing, however, stood in the way of the motherly urge to rub calming circles along the girl’s back. She barely repressed a chuckle at the groan that arose from her soothing ministrations.

Again, she lowered her head, bringing her lips level with the Firebender’s ear. “Didn’t that feel good?”

“Yes...” Azula’s admission came as a throaty exhale before the conviction returned to her voice. “But why? Why did you want to do this?” More importantly, why did I want to?

“I expected you to like it -- and you did. I just want to make you feel good however I can, Azula. I want you to let me. I have so much atoning to do.”

Seeing no clear way to rationalize her parent’s erratic thought process, the teenager brought about the conversation’s end with a nod against Ursa’s shoulder.

The former Princess, assuaged by the wordless go-ahead, held her second-born until the girl could move on her own accord.

Minutes passed in silence. Muscles at last obeying her command, Azula extricated herself from her mother’s loose hold to stand by her own merit, wincing as the motion alerted her once again to the stickiness in her undergarments. How was she expected to make it back to the upper ring in this state? A tentative glance down confirmed the power of her release, the ejection leaving an incriminating wet spot on the front of her pants, impossible to hide even with the strip of cloth draped between her legs. That, too, had been dampened beyond saving.

The Princess of the Fire Nation wasn’t about to venture outside looking like she’d wet herself. With any luck, her mother would take the hint and offer to wash her clothes. After that, she could get back to her newly conquered palace and sort out all of the irritating thoughts and emotions that had taken hold since she’d lain eyes on the former royal before her.

But Ursa had other plans. While she had every intention of being a devoted mother and cleaning her child’s soiled garments, chores could wait. Azula needed to be cleaned off first. She was clearly uncomfortable, if not ashamed.

Before she could propose the laundering of her clothes, the Firebender detected smooth hands hitching themselves to the waistband of her pants.

Her mother’s smile beheld a trace of mischief. “These need to come off, anyway, don’t you think?”

“I can do it myself,” the younger royal insisted, her own fingers reaching for her waist...

...only to be gently brushed aside, lithe digits clasping again to the band of her trousers. “Allow me, dear.”

Flabbergasted by her mother’s perseverance, Azula surrendered with a sigh. Did this woman still think of her as a child in need of undressing?

At hearing the forced outtake of breath, Ursa shifted tactics, knowing to play to the teenager’s insatiable ego. “You’re just like your father, aren’t you? So regal… so strong…”

Predictably, the downturned corners of a frowning mouth arched into a contented grin. “Of course.”

“I wonder how else you’re like him,” the older Princess spoke cryptically, undoing the drawstrings that held the fly shut and working the girl’s trousers past slender hips, beyond her knees to pool at her feet. The upper portion of her tunic was nimbly tucked out of the way beneath her belt.

It was at that moment Ursa questioned if her daughter had Ozai’s more intimate mannerisms; if she would enjoy some of the acts the married couple would perform. But, then, her husband had been rather unadventurous, almost vanilla in his preferences, and the former Princess could recall having to ask her husband if she could give him oral satisfaction. Once he acquiesced to her persistence, he did come to enjoy her attentions, though she could never initiate without first obtaining permission. Not one time could she proceed freely. It was disheartening for such an affectionate woman to be denied the opportunity to show her love and devotion on a whim. She could never surprise him -- but she would surprise their daughter.

Cool air struck bared thighs, and Azula felt her body responding to the breeze generated by the swift removal of her pants. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest as she assured herself of benign intentions. What happened earlier had been the first and last of Ursa’s bizarre interests; she was only extending herself in a bid to be helpful and gain the trust of her estranged child. It was a convoluted way to go about doing so, but it happened, and it was over. Her mother took it upon herself to satisfy a kink she hadn’t even been aware she had, and while it had been physically gratifying, returning to the palace to recuperate from wayward thoughts would be for the best.

Her contemplation was interrupted by silky fingers following the crease of her clothed inner thigh, cutting a path straight toward her groin. Discomforted by her mother’s brashness, she began to shift in place, prompting the woman to quell the squirming with stabilizing hands upon her hips.

“Relax, Azula… this won’t hurt, I promise. Let me make up for lost time.”

Before her progeny could protest, she was fast at work on the strips of cloth that comprised the girl’s underwear. Hastily unraveled, they fell away to display the Firebender’s royal parts, cock angled downward from its entrapment and standing away from her body in the first stages of arousal. The sudden exposure made the stiffening rod twitch and rise, and her mother noted the movement. Ursa giggled, not unkindly.

“Someone seems eager.”

The Fire Princess barked out with clear indignation. “Mother!”

“You can be so difficult… again, like your father. It’s regrettable when I’ve said time and time again that I’m only trying to please you.” With a pause taken to admire puberty’s handiwork, Ursa wasted no further time in closing eager fingers around her daughter’s growing erection. From what she recalled of her husband, Azula was about the same length, but not as full around, though the older Princess reasoned it was only due to youth, and her girth would surely expand if given a few more years. Even when partially erect, the foreskin obscured the lower part of the glans, which Ursa amended by gently sliding the mobile skin down past the corona, coating her fingers with the remnants of her daughter’s earlier release.

This caused the Firebender to flinch and arch back on her heel. Indulging in her mother’s breasts was one thing; this was going a step further. She lost the battle against the tremor in her voice when she spoke, “I think you need to let go...”

“This is hardly fair, dear.” Reluctant to release her hold and making a show of the fact, the older Princess tauntingly brushed her thumb along the underside of the shaft. “You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”

The shudder gripping her was a purely physical reaction that had nothing to do with uncertainty, Azula assured herself. “This isn’t the same.”

“How isn’t it?” Noting the prolonged delay in responding and correctly assessing her child’s inability to formulate a witty reply, Ursa continued. “I think you’ll like it if you give it a chance.”

Sinking to her knees before her proud daughter, she reinstated a firm grip on the hardening length, torso bending for full lips to press against the tip of Azula’s dick. A playful tongue darted out to sample the beads of pre-cum accruing from the slit, the deft muscle tickling the indentation before sliding along the ventral potion of the glans to pluck at the sensate band of skin connecting it to the shaft. The younger Princess hissed between clenched teeth, overwrought with delicious tingling now surging through her pulsating cock. Fingers twitched irritably at her sides as she quelled the sudden urge to seize her mother’s head and force that teasing mouth to take all of her in one fell swoop.

But Ursa maintained a playful distance, not yet willing to give in to increasing demand of rocking hips. Invigorated by the reception, she swept her tongue down the underside of her daughter’s shaft, dipping between the juncture of its base and the balls that hung beneath. Warm breath tickled the fine hairs on thick scrotal skin as her lips parted to accept the swaying sack into her mouth.

Azula yelped in shock when wet heat enclosed her balls, never expecting the older woman’s adventurous mouth to pay homage to that part of her anatomy. Her hips stilled, mindful of the teeth residing in the benign mouth servicing her. It obviously wouldn’t be her mother’s intent to cause undue pain, but any small bump or jolt could turn pleasure into instant agony. For her part, Ursa chuckled deep in her throat at her child’s heightened alertness -- had she been able to speak, she would promise the utmost carefulness in her proceedings.

Once the younger Princess’s posture relaxed, Ursa took it as a sign to resume, rolling the balls in her mouth and against the flat expanse of her tongue. She soon took to sucking, the erect shaft rubbing against the side of her head as the muscles of the girl’s hips trumbled. A gentle hum from within her mother’s throat reverberated through Azula’s sack, eliciting a deeply satiated moan. Feeling the scrotum tense and elevate between her lips, signaling an impending release, the ex-Princess abruptly halted her pleasuring, disengaging her mouth and taking with it a full breath. This wasn’t how she wanted to end it, with her child ejaculating into thin air, and so her tongue resumed bathing the untouched portions of the fervently throbbing cock.

Not spared her own arousal, Ursa ground her hips together, the electric pulsations and wetness between her legs in need of an outlet. Perhaps she would soon see to her own release, but for now, her child came first. Thoroughly cleaning the last bit of leftover semen from Azula’s member, she at last took the swollen head, still oozing pre-cum, between velvety lips.

The younger royal bit the inside of her mouth to keep from crying out, hard enough to stifle herself yet short of drawing blood. No matter what this woman did to her, she resolved not to put on any display that could be taken as weakness, even as Ursa relentlessly licked and sucked away. Her legs threatened to buckle as they did before; having learned her lesson and determined not to be caught unawares a second time, she braced herself with hands clenched about the ex-Princess’s bare shoulders.

A guttural moan tore from her throat, sounding her release. Thick jets of molten cum splashed against Ursa’s palate and the soft tissues along her teeth, the shuddering cock pumping itself dry in the vacuum of heat created by her mouth. She dutifully swallowed her daughter’s emission, tongue lancing out once detached from the softening length to lick away any droplets that may have escaped the suction of her lips. Azula’s ejaculate held to it a distinct hint of spice, no doubt a result of her fiery diet and prodigious command of literal flame; its potency had ebbed as it congealed, Ursa had noted by comparing the semen of earlier to that of now, the fresh deliverance tingling pleasantly as each glob slid down her throat.

“Did you like that, dear? I’m sure it felt good.”

Panting for breath and blinking back the stars from her eyes, Azula shot off a quick nod before slouching into her mother’s awaiting arms. She would chastise herself later for succumbing to exhaustion not once, but twice. For now, her mind and body worked in tandem, commanding her to relax.
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