My great armoured frame must have had me looking so out of place here.
The early evening in Hari Bulkan was like a water-colour painting, soft gradients of purples and blues. Street lamps, with their red Fire Nation flags hanging below them, cast a warm golden glow over the cobblestone paths. The grassy gardens of various estates flanked the path. A fragrant exhibition of rare flowers that were every colour. From bushes of soft red roses to yellow blossoms that climbed little trellis. A picturesque sight of the Fire Nation royal city. In contrast, here I was, all spiked metal and a leering skull-faced helmet that loomed over lesser men.
But then again, my companions were looking out of place as well. One of them was even sleeping on my shoulder.
"Munya..." the little six-year-old mumbled in her sleep. Her small frame wrapped in a cozy blanket, her pink hair spilling over its edges, and her tenderly sleeping face illuminated by the soft streetlight. She was the picture of innocence as she clutched her little Ozai plush toy and rested her cheek on her metal pillow that was my several centimetres thick pauldron.
"She looks so peaceful." a soft voice beside me noted, and I gave a sideways glance to my companion.
Yor Briar smiled up at me just as my eyes fell on her. Walking casually in her red sweater dress and stockings, she appeared to be just a beautiful if slightly air-headed woman. Demure with a gentle expression, but I knew better. I may be the one standing out the most, but I still posed less danger to the people here than she did. Slender limbs that belied her monstrous strength and speed, the coppery scent of leftover blood on her brass-plated stilettos that were hidden within the folds of her casual red sweater dress; and her eyes, a deep shade of red, that still occasionally scanned their surroundings with the sharpness of an eagle-hawk hunting for prey.
But right now, her eyes were settled only on me and Anya.
"Yes, she completely wore herself out." I replied, giving the softly snoring Anya in my arms a brief glance, "But children recover their energies as quickly as they burn through them- I'm sure she'll be up and energetic in the morning. Unless of course, eating that bucket of peanuts that was almost as large as her gets her sick"
"I'll try and get her to eat healthier for the next few days!" Yor said softly- reaching up to brush a stray hair from her daughter's face. "But it's nice that Anya enjoyed herself. Back when it was just the two of us, we weren't able to go anywhere special like this. Now, it's cruises, circuses, festivals and races... I don't think Anya and I have ever had this much fun together!"
Her smile widened.
"Thank you for giving us that chance, Khan."
"No need to thank me." I said. "It was all part of the job of making an enjoyable commemoration for everyone."
"But you didn't have to go this far for us!" Yor said, "You didn't have to have us around for most of the commemorations, or bring Anya along to meet the Fire Lord. She really liked that one!"
"Fire Lord Ozai also liked Anya a lot too. This little girl sure knows how to make friends. She's... " I paused, and chose my words carefully around the master assassin. "... likeable that way. I'm sure she'll grow up to be as... effective as you, Yor."
"I'm not sure about that just yet." She admitted, "But it's not all about me either, Anya looks up to you a lot too, you know?"
"Me?"
"She thinks that you being the commander of 'The big, tough Featherheads' is the most amazing thing." Yor giggled softly, "And she also loves how you can cook for her and make her toys and how you keep bringing her along on 'cool adventures' like in Hari Bulkan." Yor's gaze lingered on me, her voice growing soft with quiet admiration. "She really adores every second you spend time with her, you know? You'd make a really good father to Anya. I wish you'd still be around to help when I give her a younger brother or sister so that you can be a father to them too."
For being a good father figure to Anya...
{Yor Briar} Reputation : 89 - 98
+ R +
I coughed, "...That's quite the suggestive offer."
"Eh? What kind of offer am I suggesting?" She tilted her head with a look of apparent confusion.
"... Nevermind." I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I just reflected the compliment back at Yor, "She's lucky to have you as her mother though."
"Maybe...I just do what I think is best for her." Yor's eyes softened, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "But sometimes, I wonder if I'm doing enough. I can't do some of the things you do, like cook for her."
"You're doing more than enough. Anya loves you," I said- always more comfortable being on the offensive. I looked back at Yor, "If you'd like, I can give you some cooking pointers..."
Blood red eyes blinked in surprise before Yor cried out, "Ah, you'd do that? Even after the time I tried cooking for your men, and... uh... I'm sorry for that!"
"As I've said before, it's okay." I reassured her, "They deserved their super-diarrhea when they were the ones who foolishly dared each other try your bubbling purple goop stew."
"It was supposed to be meatloaf..." Yor said mournfully.
"I'm sure it was. Just promise me one thing; after I give you some pointers, practice? For Anya?" I asked gently. After all, it was much better to have her preoccupied and staying in one location than to be wandering around at night and possibly killing someone important in Capital City. And seeing that Yor- despite her bloodthirsty nature- seemed to genuinely care for her daughter, so I thought it was a good time to try and lightly nudge her in the right direction... which was coincidentally the last thing the 41st or I wanted her to be doing: practising cooking in the kitchen. Strange times and desperate measures, I suppose.
"Okay, I want Anya to be able to eat my cooking..." Yor smiled at me, "It's been a dream of mine."
Underneath my skull helmet, I smiled back, "Then let's tuck Anya in bed and we can start tonight. Something simple to form a stable foundation."
"I'll do my best!"
It wasn't long before we turned the corner to arrive at {Lotus Estate}. The entire south face of the expansive manor was cradled with bamboo scaffolding.
Seeing the place wrecked was such a sorry sight that never failed to fill me with determination. It reminded me how I was dead set to see Admiral Zhao live through this war. The man was not going to die, not on my watch. He was going to live, live long enough to... pay me back for the renovation costs after that unfortunate 'assassination attempt' on his life. I may be swimming in yuanbao at the moment, but it was the principle of the thing that mattered. If your friend's place got trashed as a consequence to stupid shit you did, the least you can do is pay him back for damages. I'm sure Zhao could afford it too, which was good, because there was a lot of damage.
~ Perfume & Weapon Oil: Abbey brand and Khan brand respectively.
Of course, the Kyoshi Warriors had wasted no time in making the bamboo scaffolding into a makeshift training course. It was a testament to how much their skills have grown that they were able to do it all without being spotted by the neighbours. I haven't had a single complaint. That or the neighbours were an unobservant lot. Both were equally likely to be honest. Suki and her sisters had become really good at what they did. And despite my stats, it was reassuring in a way- knowing that a squad of capable ninjas were guarding the premises.
The grand doors opened as an indentured Earth Kingdom servant in Fire Nation robes greeted us with a deep bow. "Commander Khan, Mistress Yor. This humble one welcomes you back."
"Home sweet home." My voice rumbled as we stepped into the estate. I nodded to Yor, "Why don't you tuck Anya in bed, I'll just go evac- I mean, get ready to cook."
The sleeping child mumbled a soft 'Papa...' as I carefully handed her to her mother.
"Okay, I'll come back down in a minute." smiled Yor as she cradled her daughter, heading up the mahogany stairs and to the bedrooms.
With the assassin preoccupied, I jogged to the stables. Appropriate for its function in housing diplomats, Lotus Estate boasted an expansive stable- a long aisle of stalls to house ostrich-horses and dragon-moose, and a parking lot for the carriages that they were going to draw. Pulling fat foreign dignitaries to tour the Capital City or other nearby locations. Some indentured servants were milling about, feeding and tending to some juvenile ostrich-horses who were too young to be ridden into battle just yet. Ever since Fire Lord Ozai passed that law about publicly executing traitors. We had a lot of fresh meat to work with.
Regardless, I jogged past them- looking for a specific person. And there at the end of the stables, I found her: The resident goth mercenary. On a grand bed of golden hay, her lithe frame in black riding leathers was propped up, drinking a bottle of wine in one hand and absentmindedly scritched the back of her massive shirshu's ears with the other.
With a smile, she waved me over, "Hey, what's the hurry, big guy?"
"June, I think you and Nyla should leave the premises for the night." I told her.
"And why should I?" June chuckled. "I'm nice and buzzed at the moment from some damn good fire wine."
"I'm going to be teaching Yor to cook tonight."
Coal black eyes widened in alarm and even her shirshu perked up. "Yeah, that'd do it. No need to tell me twice." June grunted as hurriedly climbed onto Nyla's saddle, "We'll just go on a leisurely hunting trip through the countryside then. I could go for some roast puma-goat haunch right about now. Also, wouldn't want Nyla's nose getting worn out with the fumes before the big day."
Nyla chuffed in agreement, the large anteater-wolf-mole hybrid already sniffing for the way out. Of all the mounts here, the great brown shirshu was undoubtedly the one who won't enjoy the scent- even from the otherside of the estate.
"Do me a favour and store this back in the cellar?" June said, handing me her wine bottle, "Still... you owe me for interrupting my wine time, Khan."
I considered the wine bottle for a moment before looking back at her, "If you bring back the rest of that puma-goat carcass, I'll cook it for you. Roast Puma-goat haunch with wine reduction sauce is good."
"Mmm... sounds good." A sultry smirk came to her dark-painted lips, "But only if you'll have me for dessert, big guy."
"Alright." I nodded. It wasn't like I had anything better to do at this point aside from keep morale up.
"It's a date then." June winked then chuckled, "But if you pass out from her cooking's fumes, do me a favour and hallucinate about me, okay? Hahaha! Come on, Nyla. Hyaa!"
Nyla broke into a gallop- the great -wolf-mole-anteater mount carrying its rider through the front gate and out to Hari Bulkan. No doubt frightening any Fire Noble out for an evening stroll. I'm sure June would have done it deliberately too.
I waited until she was out of sight before I addressed the thin stable air.
"You're free to keep your distance too." I said aloud. "I remember the last time when it happened, the stench clung to your kimonos."
From the dark corners of the stable, figures emerged from hiding places behind posts and bales of hay and other little nooks where long shadows were cast. Six girls gathered in front of me. With Fire Nation cotton casualwear draped over their slim frames and wearing fine jewellery of golds, silvers and jades...the Kyoshi Warriors would have blended right in, completely unnoticed as they walked among Fire Nation high society if not how they moved more like a coordinated pride of lionesses than soft Fire Noble girls.
Suki crossed her arms over her sizable chest and pouted, "Alright, how do you keep figuring out when we're watching?"
"By scent." I said simply.
Suki's blue eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she rounded on her sisters with narrowed eyes.
"Alright, fess up. Which one of you has been giving away our position by passing gas!"
"Not me! Pretty girls don't fart."
"So, you're admitting you're not above suspicion?"
"Hey! We all eat the same things though!"
"Yeah, Suki. You're the only one who can stand snacking on Fire Flakes!"
"Well, it doesn't give me gas. So if it's not gas, then one of you hasn't been showering properly!"
"Excuse me!?"
"I meant the Abbey perfume that you're all wearing." I clarified for the squabbling girls, "Don't worry about it- I just have a very developed sense of smell. But back to my question, Yor and I will be staying in the kitchen for the most part, but with her cooking, you never know."
"Hmm... What say you, girls?" Suki looked back to her five sisters-in-arms, and the Kyoshi Warriors' pretty faces shared unsure glances with one another.
"I don't think we should stick around, Suki."
"Yeah, we had to burn those kimonos because the stink wouldn't come off."
"I was almost worried it wasn't going to come off our hair too!"
"But if Khan's teaching Yor... maybe it won't be as bad?"
"Or what if another giant spider-spirit comes and we're not here!"
"We don't have to go far though... But besides that, Khan already made friends with it."
"And he solo'd the last one easy-peasy anyway!"
"More importantly, I don't want to risk smelling like Suki's dirty laundry again."
"Hey!"
"Wait, what if 'that' ends up happening?"
Whatever 'that' was, it made thoughtful expressions sweep over the Kyoshi Warriors. They shared a look with one another before nodding. They broke up the huddle and Suki turned back to me with a wide smile. "Looks like everyone's leaning towards 'Stay away while Yor is cooking.' So, you're going to be handling this one alone, Khan. You're a braver man than most- teaching Yor to cook."
"It's just something to keep her preoccupied until I can get a more secure kitchen built." I said, before appending, "And air tight."
"Well, good luck!"
They turned to leave, but I stopped them. "Wait, you girls are going to be heading out?"
"Mhm!" Suki happily nodded, her reddish brown locks bouncing, "We're just going to hunt down wherever the Lieutenant is training and force her to have some downtime."
"Oh, if that's the case, go right ahead." I laughed softly, gesturing to them to go with an armoured hand, "She's done nothing but train through my entire commemoration. Even I think that's too much, so make sure she enjoys herself. You have my blessing."
"Do we now?" the redhead echoed, a sly smirk creeping on her pink lips. Similar smirks also found their way on the other Kyoshi Warriors as well.
"Suki..." I grumbled in a warning tone.
But typical of them, the six girls just kept smirking as they walked off.
"Well, we'll see you later, Khan~!"
They were up to something troublesome, I knew it. But I had an appointment. With the most sensitive nose out of the premises, I could conduct my little cooking lesson with Yor without fear of putting my best tracker out of commission.
My seven-foot-tall frame turned on my armoured heel and marched back to the kitchen.
There was something very picturesque about a vintage style kitchen.
Stone tile floors lay like runways between the dark wood cabinets and the coal-fired ovens. August counters of varnished woods were topped with smooth marble. Cast iron pots and pans sat atop them, scrubbed clean and ready for hand-cranked versions of modern kitchen appliances sat patiently aside: rolling pin machines that had cranks like cement mixers, stand mixers that ran on muscle rather than electricity. Apart from the Asiatic designs on the furniture and the lack of scullery maids, this place wouldn't look out of place in Edwardian-era English manor.
Unsurprisingly, Yor was already there too- in the middle of tying an apron around her slim waist of her red sweater dress. Long black hair flowing down past her shoulders and down her back as her red eyes blinked at me as I ducked through the door.
"Eh? Are you going to cook with your armour on?"
"Actually, yes." I replied as I snatched an apron and tied it on over my armour. Keeping centimetres-thick armour between me and Yor's cooking seemed to be a reasonable safety measure.
"So, what should we be cooking tonight?! I already laid out some ingredients!" Yor said with a happy grin, gesturing to the pile of random ingredients that was set out on the countertop.
I held up a handful of colourful petals. "Are these... flowers from the garden?"
"Yes, to add colour!" She proudly stated. "My meatloaf didn't look pretty enough to eat. So, I was thinking, if we add more colour to it, it'll be better!"
"... You get points for enthusiasm at least."
"Thank you!" Yor smiled as she placed a melon on the cutting board, "So, what I like to do with meatloaf is add melons. I heard that melons are pretty healthy, so adding a lot of big chunks is really good! Then to make sure it isn't too sweet, I add pickled salmon. And then-"
My hand closed around hers- stopping her from committing a culinary war crime. "Let's start with something other than meatloaf for now, Yor."
"We should start with just soup for now." I told her. My [Trainer] skill was going to be working overtime raising her from negative one hundred cooking skill. "It'll be something that'll be easy to make on those cold days or when Anya is sick. Peanut Stew to be precise."
"Oh, I'm sure she'll like that!" Yor beamed and glanced over to her pile of random ingredients. "For that, I think we can still use pickled salmon and the-"
"No. Let's stick to the recipe for now." My eyes met hers through the eye slits of my helmet, "Now, do as I do. And no matter what, don't stray from the recipe, okay?"
"Okay!" She chirped.
(A few minutes) [The Royal Throne Room of the Fire Lord]
An Imperial Firebender pressed his helmeted forehead to the freshly waxed ashwood floor.
"My Fire Lord." His voice rang out, "Some of the nobles would like for you to know that a worrying plume of noxious fumes is rising out from Lotus Estate. It is unsightly and the messenger hawks of some Noble Clans have been affected."
"Ah, some good news at last." Fire Lord Ozai smiled thinly.
"Beg your pardon, my Fire Lord, but... that is good news?"
"Yes, indeed it is." Fire Lord Ozai stroked his dark dagger-like beard in contemplation, "Between his position as Chief Coordinator of the Great War Commemorations and his vital role in the upcoming siege, I was concerned that Khan would be too preoccupied to resume his alchemical research, but it appears that my worries were unfounded after all. This plume must be a byproduct rising from his laboratory- a sure sign that he is back at work. Truly, I should've allowed my future son-in-law more credit, it seems."
"But sir, five messenger hawks have already fallen ill flying through it..."
"Then they will need to learn to fly around it, won't they?" Ozai said tersely. The pointed leer of his golden eyes saying that this was the end of this particular discussion.
"I-I'll notify the Royal Aviary, sir."
"Go quickly." Ozai snapped at him, "Before the nobles' bleating reaches my ears again."
"Right away, my Fire Lord!"
[Lotus Estate's Kitchen]
"Yor, what did I tell you about adding things?!" My voice boomed through the toxic purple smog that rose from her pot.
"I'm sooorrrrry!" She cried out, "I was just so nervous about it not tasting right!"
"Give me a moment to clean this up." I sighed. Hurriedly, I put a lid on the biohazard and rushed it to the water closet. I covertly stored the pot and its foul contents in the stasis environment of my [Inventory], resolving to dump it all in a fire later. My armour also had stains on it. I stored my armour as well and tied my apron again over my red robes. Looks like I'm going to be bare-backing this second attempt.
"Okay, let's try again." I said as I walked out to see the raven-haired woman seated and sullenly downing the wine that June had left me.
"Mmm... I really don't have a knack for this, Khan." Yor confessed as she poured another glass of wine for herself. Her red eyes eyeing the liquid as she swirled it in her glass, right before sipping at it... which turned into a long gulp, then another. And before long, empty wine glass clinked against marble countertop. She sighed.
"You should just- Oh..." Yor's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she laid eyes on me without my armour.
I refrained from rolling my eyes. Yes, yes. [Pretty Privilege] working its magic. Maybe now, she'd listen to my cooking instructions instead of mixing up chemical weapons.
"Let's try again. Together this time." My voice said patiently, pressing up behind her, guiding her hands and making very sure that she doesn't reach for the pickled salmon again.
"U-uh, alright..." Yor squeaked as my bare hands wrapped gently around hers.
"Cooking is like a covert operation, Yor. It requires precision, first and foremost. Let's take it one step at a time."
Yor tilting her head all the way back to look up at me with her blood red eyes- all the while revealing the milky-smooth skin of graceful neck and generous cleavage as she did.
"You're so much taller than me." She whispered in apparent discovery.
"Yes." I agreed, "Now, carefully hold this knife and cut only the onion."
I held her hands as I guided her through the motions of chopping and seasoning. The mere fact that the chopping board wasn't cut into pieces like last time was a marked improvement. And soon, her cuts were deft chopping than hacking. Well, as deftly as a buzzed woman can be at least.
I couldn't help but ask, "How much did you drink?"
"Just a few glasses." The woman in my arms swayed- resting her cheek on my bicep. "Just enough to calm my nerves. It's working, isn't it? I feel so calm right now and warm. So very warm."
The master assassin could resist the deadliest poisons in the world, but was an utter lightweight. Surprising and unsurprising at the same time. I sighed, "Easy there, Yor. We don't want the stew to be the only thing getting stewed."
As far as dishes went, a peanut stew was simple- not too simple that it posed no challenge, but just enough of cooking processes to familiarise the assassin. The proper force to apply to her cuts, the thickness of each slice, the importance of prepping each individual ingredient properly. In particular, The process of adding chicken and peanuts turned into a test of dexterity, with my steady hands the only thing standing between our attempts to make a passable Peanut Stew and Yor's exaggerated gestures to try and turn the dish into another biohazard.
"The peanuts! Anya loves peanuts!" Yor exclaimed, waving the peanut jar and almost tossing the entire thing into the stew, jar and all.
"Indeed, she does," I agreed, deftly catching the container. "But we only need the peanuts in the stew, not the container."
"Right! Glass shards don't taste so good." She said with all the confidence of an expert. Then she looked up- the red blush still smoldering on her normally pale cheeks- as she said breathily, "Mmm... I like it when you hold me close and tight to you, dear."
"Yes, because we need to be careful with measuring out peanuts." I said as I measured out a healthy serving- just a bit larger than I normally would. Anya would no doubt appreciate it.
Yet, somehow, despite the tipsy mishaps and Yor's increasingly affectionate and longing gazes at me, we managed to complete the dish. I smiled warmly while supporting the tipsy woman with one arm. "Well, there were some close calls there, Yor. But the stew, miraculously, turned out to be quite palatable. Good job."
"Ya~ay!" Yor giggled as she leaned against me, her coordination waning and her words slurring. "Khan, you're such a great cooking teacher. I would have burnt down the kitchen without you."
"I'm glad that it went better than expected than the first attempt." I said- scooping another spoonful of the peanut stew, "We can leave this one for the servants, and we'll cook a fresh one in the morning when Anya wake up."
"Thank you, Khan. you've been an incredible father to her, too. I don't think we could've found anyone better for Anya."
"It's mostly because she insists on calling me 'Papa.'" I said with a sigh, "It's fine now, but you should gently start teaching her to call me by another name. It may hurt your chances if you decide to find her a father in the futu-"
"What if I don't?" Yor challenged before continuing in a softer voice, "What if I don't want to look for another man?"
Blood red eyes met mine with a determined, but pleading undertone. And the way she held herself so close to me. There was no question to what Yor was meaning.
I thought about it. Despite her mass murdering preferences, Yor Briar was a very attractive woman; and more importantly, wasn't actively hostile like Azula was. Possessing the full, lush body of a grown and very beautiful woman. Wide hips, a large bust that made me wonder how someone like her could be an incredibly strong assassin. With all the curves and softness of a mother, or at least, a woman more than ready to be a mother. Well, her reputation with me was already at 98... may as well I had to wonder what kind of companion skill I'd get if I maxed her out.
But despite all the practical reasons to do so, I still respected Yor for the sheer competence she has in her field of expertise. Being upfront was the least I could be.
"I'm waging a war of conquest, Yor." I spoke softly too, "I can't be the full time father that you want me to be."
"But... " She smiled, pressing her body against me as she looked up. "You've still done an amazing job, more than anyone else ever could, I think. You made a home for us here- by your side. For the first time in my life, I feel like I fit in with people here in the 41st. People who don't look at me strange because I'm strong or fast or that I'm an assassin... No, they even look up to me. And Anya... Anya loves it here, and she loves you a lot too. You're her hero... Let Anya and I be there by your side in the end. Please."
Well, there wasn't much reason to say no, was there?
Yor let out a long, hot sigh of relief as I captured her soft, wine-flavoured lips. And a heated moan followed soon after when my hands ran down her side where the soft fabric of her sweater dress that barely hid her curves. We stayed in the kiss for a few minutes. Just me running my hands across the sinfully well-endowed body of this very sexy milf. Our combined endurance meant that we could hold our breaths very well.
When I finally broke the kiss, a hot- almost feral- energy coursed in the air around us. Slender hands gripped the front of my robes in an ironclad grip. And a hungry look shone in her red eyes as she murmured, with a voice full of need, "Bedroom. Now."
She lunged in for another kiss- hotter and more demanding. A 180 from her usual personality of a soft-spoken mother.
My arm snakes around her waist and I lifted her effortlessly, her long powerful legs wrapping around my torso as I carried her upstairs. Far from bothered by me grabbing handfuls of her pantyhose-covered ass, Yor just moaned into kiss and ground her hot centre over the front of my trousers, I found that her stockings and her panties were not enough to fully hide away how hot and wet she felt. Growing wetter with every second my fingers were sinking in the sinfully soft flesh of her ass; and with every step found me grinding my hard-on against her needy, covered slit- almost squelching each time as it kissed my cock through the fabrics.
"You're so hard." She whispered hotly, putting more pressure on her hips and moaning slightly for it. It was unclear how much of it was the wine talking and Yor's own wants. Likely both, drink doesn't make you say things you don't want, only things that you normally stop yourself from saying.
It was a miracle that I was able to navigate the corridors and up to the master bedroom like that.
Bathed in the soft moonlight, the plush bed of red silks and satins, more than an inviting sight. And when I deposited the horny milf onto it, it became even more inviting. She has apparently been wanting this for a while, but now she was just downright impatient. The moment I deposited onto the bed, Yor wasted no time. While kneeling on the satin sheets, she reached down with her slender hands and lifted her red sweater dress over her body. The clothing landed with a soft hush on the other side of the room- leaving her half naked in just her plain black underwear and dark pantyhose.
Underneath the slipped straps of her black cotton underwear, her smooth pale skin gleamed, illuminated by the quiet moonlight glow. The flimsy pieces of fabric- clearly a size too small- strained against the swell of her breasts and her ass, the curves of her motherly body coming dangerously close to spilling from it.
Yor sat at the edge of the bed, and there was a hush of pantyhose brushing against each other as she crossed her long legs- giving a glimpse of her soaking wet panties as she did. Her blush redoubled, as well as her breathing. A tongue glided over her dry pink lips.
Then, she looked at me with her blood red eyes and whispered something that was enough to make any man diamond hard.
"I need you to make me a mother again."
"You're making it hard to hold back." I replied as I stepped closer to her, gently pushing the sexy mother back down onto the mattress.
"Then don't hold back. I can take it." She moaned softly, her raven-black hair sprawled onto the soft expanse of the mattress and her slender arms raised above her head- purposefully leaving her body defenceless for me to explore.
"I'm all yours." She moaned, pushing her chest up towards me- offering it to my hands. "You... I want you to touch me."
I took her up on the offer.
She whimpered as I ran my palms across her half-naked body. I reach behind her to unhook her bra and lifting the fabric away. Now free, her ample, firm breasts swayed naked and exposed to the bedroom air. Generous round heaps of smooth vanilla topped with pink peaks hard in the quiet chill, and doubly sensitive with arousal for it. It's a feast for my eyes, and her soft panting breaths only heightened it. The sight of her curvaceous bust, her narrow waist, and the motherly swell of her wide hips nestled in dark pantyhose lit a primal urge in me.
Her soft voice moaned- high and sweet- when my hands met her bare chest- kneading and squeezing at the smooth creamy globes. My fingers almost sank into soft titflesh, and she moaned louder when those hard tips dragged themselves along the surface of my palms.
"More... please!" She moaned. The rhythmic roll of her hips grazed a picture of brazen desire. And squeezing her thick toned thighs together. Dainty toes- still encased in the dark fabric of her pantyhose- curled and uncurled from undeniable pleasure. "Don't keep me waiting. Ah?!"
Yor's gasp of arousal accompanied the sound of both her pantyhose and her panties tearing underneath my fingers. The sheer fabric giving way from an almost effortless tug, and exposing her sex- puffy pink lips swollen and slick with her arousal- to the cool air.
"Good, I wasn't waiting either." My voice rumbled. This milf was quite literally begging to get bred after all.
Her red eyes glanced down her body to where she was now exposed, and then up back as I undid my robes. "H-how were you able to fit that in Suki and the others?"
"With practice." I said simply as the head of my swollen member nudged against her entrance, the heat radiating from her pristine pussy lips and the ensuing slickness that welcomed me made my cock throb against her quivering folds. And with a swift, deep push of my hips, I breach her untouched core, sheathing my large cock completely in her gripping tight pussy.
"Ahhhhnn~!" The wordless scream of her lyrical voice reverberated against the fine dark wood of the bedroom walls.
The sensation of her hot insides welcoming me was unreal– the sultry wet heat, the snug fit of silky feminine folds, and the squeezing pulses of her virgin inner walls gripping tight and relentlessly milking my shaft for more. There was not a chance that I could have ever held back. I moved even faster, each thrust claiming more and more her virgin depths.
Through the waves of pleasure rocking her sexy body, pleasure-borne tears welled up in her eyes and her voice fluttered out again, gasping out, "F-faster, please! You feel so good in me!"
Feeling generous, I fulfill Yor's wish. I reached down and lifted her long pantyhose-clad legs up- folding Yor over until her knees rested on sides of her swaying breasts and this thicc milfy woman's slick, needy holes were presented to me in a mating press.
Her red eyes flew wide open. "Th-this is-! Oh! Oooohhh~!"
I started to drive into her with renewed vigour, my every stroke sinking my thick shaft into her delicate pink pussy and sending her juices splattering on the fine satin sheets. Then the delicious little bump at the end of the thrust- the undeniable sign that the tip of my cock reached the bottom of her well. The possibility- the threat- of me cumming right in her womb and furiously knocking her up only made her screams grow even louder- more animalistic- as I was practically hammering away at the door to her baby room with each thrust. And practically driving her wild as she clawed at the red satin sheets and goaded me on.
"Don't stop… Ah~!" She helplessly cried out, "Right there... RIGHT THERE~!"
Alongside each encouragement from Yor, my movements grow erratic, powerful, desperate. Every plunge deeper into Yor's eager and very welcoming depths, I can feel myself reaching the end of my rope. The look on her face - the parted lips, heavy-lidded eyes, the flush on her cheeks... The constant friction... the seductive squeeze of her inner walls around my shaft...
"Give it to me, love… I need to feel you spill in me! Make me a mother again! Cum in me and get me pregnant!"
...and every incredibly lewd encouragement. All of them were relentlessly chipping away at my self-control.
A particularly delicious squeeze of her inner walls around my cock made my grip on her ankles slip, and before I knew it, powerful legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me for more. The primal instinct flared up- the need to erupt inside of her and breed this willing milf until she got what she was moaning for and had her very fertile womb filled up with my seed.
In a moment of lucidity amidst her screaming, Yor's desperate whisper filled the air. "I want you to cum inside me and give Anya a little brother or sister!"
After that particular plea, there was a change in the rhythm in how her hot folds were milking me- taking on a desperate tempo- begging for me to breed her.
I nod, thrusting my cock even faster into her in pursuit of our inevitable climax. Her pleading tone, the taste of her on my tongue, her pantyhosed legs around my waist- they were all pushing me over the edge, and I was determined to take Yor there with me. Her screams rose ever higher as I trapped Yor's pretty pussy between the mattress and my pounding hips. Eventually, I felt the coil tighten within me. And with one last powerful thrust, I came inside Yor.
Yor locked her long toned legs even tighter around me, almost enough to bend iron, ensuring there wasn't anywhere to go but deeper into her thirsting womb as she screamed out.
"YESSSS~!"
The orgasm was much more intense when the woman was so loudly screaming to get her pregnant. Possibly the most that I've ever shot in a single climax. Shooting rope after rope of cum right against the back wall of her womb- steadily filling her up.
Eventually, when she realised that her womb was finally stuffed full with the last of my semen, her legs fell from my waist and down to the bed. A frazzled and breathless Yor lay with a dazed look in her blood red eyes. Between her thighs, the red sating was a ruined mess from her juice, but her pussy lips shut back into a quivering pink slit- greedily locking the steamy contents inside her.
Yor leaned up to kiss me- slow and sweet. And when we broke it off, she whispered softly, "Thank you."
For giving her hope for the future...
{Yor Briar} Reputation : 98 - 100
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[Defensive Massacre] - Whenever a nearby injured ally is threatened- be it a lone allied soldier against an enemy squad or a squad's heroic last stand against a boss enemy- you will always have a way to make them safe... by killing everything in the immediate vicinity around them. Against enemies threatening your ally, you gain bonus Strength, Dexterity and Spirit stats that scale with the threat. Multiple threatened allies do not stack their effects, but the highest available stat bonus is always applied.
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The hand cradling on her belly was all that needed to be said about what she thought this 'hope' was.
(An hour or two later) [Behind a false painting]
Suki quietly munched on her Fire Flakes as she hung out with her Kyoshi Warrior sisters (plus an Honorary Kyoshi Warrior) in the dark, hidden pathway between the manor walls. Because of course it did.
An estate for foreign dignitaries? Of course, the Fire Nation would put measures in place to spy on them! It was only common sense and maybe proper international etiquette. Suki would bet all her gold pieces that the Fire Nation embassy in Ba Sing Se was similarly chock full of hidden entrances and pathways too. Some of them here in Lotus Estate were very cleverly hidden too. So clever in fact that she'd have to remember how to look for them when she was searching for hidden passages in other buildings. But right now?
Right now, Suki put that knowledge of hidden passages to very good use: By spying on the Flame-Daddy-in-Command finally sleeping with his secretary.
"A-are they done?" The Lieutenant (And Honorary Kyoshi Warrior for the next few hours) asked with a tiny squeak- her face burning up in embarrassment so hotly that Suki thought she could feel it through the other girl's helmet.
"Yes." Suki smirked as the Lieutenant lowered her hands from her helmet. She wasn't to point out that there was a gap between the other girl's armoured fingers. "For now, at least."
Immediately, the Lieutenant rounded on her with an accusative tone, "You said you had the commander's approval for a secret mission!"
Suki just shrugged with a smirk. "Nope, that's what you assumed. We had Khan's blessing to pull you out of your training session." Suki said, her smile growing wider, "But close enough, right?"
The Lieutenant visibly fumed at the deception, but let it slide.
"I was never here." The Lieutenant shook her head before aiming a firm stare at her, "I was never here. I never saw you I definitely never saw anything."
"Ok." nodded Suki.
Amethyst violet eyes narrowed at how quickly Suki gave ground. "I-"
"-never saw us tonight." Suki said solemnly.
"And I was never-"
"-here and definitely never saw anything."
The Lieutenant glanced at Suki's quiet sisters- as if daring them to say anything. But when they didn't the Lieutenant simply nodded, clearly satisfied that they were acting reasonable for once.
"Thank you." She said with a sigh, before squeezing past the redhead, "Now excuse me, I have to go and-"
"-masturbate to the thought of Khan."
"Yes. Mastur- I mean. NO!" She whipped her head towards the smugly smiling Suki.
"Gotcha, Lieutenant~" She sing-songed as she turned towards her silent sisters. "Girls, we finally got her!"
"Ugh, I thought the Lieutenant wouldn't admit it over a cheap trick!"
"Hah! Fork over those gold pieces, losers! You bet against the wrong Ostrich-horse tonight!"
"...I can't believe that the Lieutenant let us down like this."
"True, I thought she'd be deeper in denial over Khan's cock."
"Nah, Suki's acting really is just that good."
"Suki!" The Lieutenant lunged to grab her by the throat, but even in the lack of space, Suki dodged it easily. Except...
There was a clatter as loose gold pieces fell to the wooden floor.
"Wait, my winnings!" Suki cried out.
"It's mine now!"
"Finders Keepers!"
"Hey, le'go! I just want mine back!"
A stray punch here, an off balance foot stepping on toes there. And soon after, it devolved into a brawl in the cramped space.
Lying awake in the bed, I kept myself from glancing to the side as the sound of footsteps and girlish bickering rang out from within the manor walls.
"Khan, are those..." A drowsy Yor mumbled as she lay nuzzled into my side.
"Just pretend you don't hear them." I told her gently, "I certainly will."
"Mmm... okay."
(The morning after)
Anya should have known: Peanuts were always the answer.
What's the secret to sleeping the best sleep she'd ever had? Eating a big ole bucket of peanuts. What's the secret to waking up bright and ready for the day? Eating a warm bowl of peanut stew for breakfast. What's the secret to making her Mama finally ride her Papa's chicken in a way that made it count? Also peanut stew.
Anya was enlightened.
Peanuts made the impossible possible. Because apparently, while she was sleeping, her Papa had done a miracle and taught her Mama how to cook! Her Mama? Cooking things that can be eaten? She thought only the Fire Lord was capable of big miracles, but her Papa had just done it. Maybe next he'll make blind people see or lame people cool? No... wait, her Papa was betoothed to Princess Azoola- She didn't know what that meant exactly but she knew that he was going to be the next Fire Lord. Yes, the miracles were likely because of that... and peanuts. He used the combined power of peanuts and the Fire Lord to make her Mama be able to cook. The Peanut Lord? Did that mean that SHE was going to be the Peanut Lord one day too?
... Anya didn't know if she was ready for that kind of supreme power.
She looked up from her yummy, steaming bowl of peanut stew and across the nice wood table to where her Mama sat- smiling and blushy and giggly. The nice happy music like someone strumming pippa strings came tinkling from her Mama's head too, that was always a good sign. It was even louder than usual!
Meanwhile, her Papa sat beside her in his huge metal armour and skull-helmet with his green eyes shining through the eye holes. So cool.
"... Do you understand, Anya?" His deep rumbly voice asked her.
Anya blinked. Oh, right. She was supposed to be listening to something important. "Eh, sorry?"
"In short, I've asked your Uncle Zhao to let you and your mother stay with him on his Empire-class flagship for the duration of the siege."
"Ah, Anya's going to go on her secret mission too?!" She almost shouted.
He paused to think about it for a second before nodding. "Yes, I suppose it is a secret mission." He chuckled, "Your mother's going to be guarding your Uncle Zhao and keep him safe."
"Waku waku!" She grinned, a shiver running through her at the thought. She always wanted to have her own secret mission just like her Mama, Suki and the others! Sneaking around and climbing walls and poking holes in people! So. Cool. Then her telepathy caught a stray thought from her Papa.
~ I'll have to alert Zhao to the possibility of Waterbender Infiltrators...~
"Eh, danger?" Anya asked, "Hidden waterbenders?"
"Yes, actually. Good instincts, Anya." Her Papa said- looking at her impressed. He paused for a moment, then his great big metal hand reached forward and... patted her head. Metal fingers brushing over her pink hair, putting a soft pressure on the top of her head. She didn't know why that was, but... it sent a ball of fuzzy warmth tingling in her chest when he did that. It was like Peanuts, but in touch form!
"Uwah... Thank you, Papa..." Anya sighed happily as she leaned into the touch.
"Yes, I suspect that waterbenders will try to get on the ship and hurt him." He agreed, taking his hand away from her head much to her disappointment.
"Traitors that need to be burnt at their steaks?" Anya asked, now determined to make him even prouder of her.
"Waterbenders disguised as Firebenders? Technically not traitors." he mused, "But they need to be burnt at the steak regardless. That's why you should stick with your mother at all times. Even on the biggest ship in the fleet, it's not perfectly safe."
Anya nodded. "Because there could be evil waterbenders disguised as the good guys. But what if Anya finds one?"
"Point them out to your Mama or Uncle Zhao." He said immediately, "You have to be very, very sure before we start burning people at the steak, Anya. You don't want to get a loyal Firebender executed, would you?"
"Never!" Anya shook her head fiercely, "Good guys should never have their steaks burnt!"
"And that's why you have to ask uncle Zhao and make sure they're really bad guys." he said calmly.
"Anya understands, Papa!" She smiled big at him, "Anya will be sure to make only traitors into shooting stars!"
"Good girl, Anya." Her Khanmander Papa smiled again , once again reaching out and softly patting her head.
"Anya loves you, Papa..." She sighed, closing her eyes and leaned into the touch. "Anya's going to find all the traitors."
Yes... She was going to make her Mama and Papa proud! She was going to show those evil, evilwaterbenders the power of Peanuts!
(A few decades later) [Air Temple Island]
"Spirits... she did what at the North Pole?!" Korra flipped the page of The Saga of Anya the Evil and promptly looked in horror at what she was reading.
"What do you mean she was never put on trial for that too?" She demanded at the silent pages. Then she read a few more sentences and the horror just built up in her in a little ball of dread, "Are you telling me that Anya got away with everything?!"
"Wait a minute." She muttered, unable to shake that nagging feeling that something was out of place, "If Khan left Anya the Evil with Admiral Zhao and the Armada... then where did he and the 41st Division go? I must have skipped a page."
Flipping through the pages, Korra soon realised that she did not in fact skip a page- the book just didn't have an answer at all. She flipped through her other book, The Romance of Princess Azula. But that same problem just popped up. History seemed to skip a step.
"No way, that can't be right." She grunted. Her books didn't have the answers she wanted, but she knew where she could get them.
Snatching her books with her, Korra rushed out of her room and into the cool air of the bay. Her brown hair whipping around as she turned this way and that- until she found what she was looking for. There! An elderly air acolyte in the usual orange and red robes serenely swept the walkways.
"Hey..." Korra flashed a smile, "Do you know where Jinora is?"
"Jinora?" The aged air acolyte furrowed her wrinkled brows, "She should be having breakfast in the dining hall right now, Miss Avatar."
"Thanks a bunch!" She waved, already beating feet for the dining hall. A single question burning a hole in her thoughts.
How did Khan actually manage to invade the greatest and most heavily-fortified coastal city in the Four Nations?