Azutara

She stands in the middle of the throne room with all eyes on her, just the way she wants it. 

The room is filled with all shades of browns, making she and her soldiers feel even more alien to this place. The people's eyes roam her creamy pastel skin as if they had never seen the color before, even her betrovthes eyes wonder her body. Everyone except the grouchy looking woman beside the chief. 

No, her blue eyes are locked onto Azula's own bright embers, as if cursing her away from their land.

Her face is painted a ghostly white, much like some of the other men that litter the packed throne room. It added to the intimidation she put forth. 

Azula smiles despite the hostility. 

She gives a light curtsie and the whole room erupts in applause.

"Lord Azula welcome home" another woman emerges. She's slender and two black buns sit perfectly on top of her head.

"I've brought a guest.” She ignores the greeting and drops her cloak against the mahogany banister. “What is your name girl?" Lord Azula turns back to her.

Katara.

Katara's hands move rapidly as she tries to sign out her name. They shake when the women look to her confused.

"She is a mute!" The giddy woman squeals with delight and Lord Azula's eyes seem to grow brighter.

Katana wonders if she should go find some paper to write on when Azula speaks.

"Katara is a beautiful name."

Katara's eyes widened. She knows sign?

She is shaken from her stupor when Lord Azula grabs her hand. "You must be famished, would you like to eat?"

Her head almost moves on its own as she nods.

"Ty'lee bring her to the kitchen and give her anything she wants."

"Come with me dolly" Ty'lee's hand comes to hers before stopping before it.

Katara waits for Ty’lee to grab her hand but she never does, instead she chuckles dryly and gestures for her to follow.

Katara follows behind Ty'lee. She glances around the long corridor she now walks down. No pictures decorate the home only dark mahogany panels and windows. She wonders where she is. If her family is looking for her.

"You can't speak?"

Katara walks right into Ty'Lee's back. Ty'lee turns to her. "Don't do that, you'll get me into trouble," she chuckles.

Katara hurriedly signs an apology.

Katara: Doing what?

She shouldn't be here and yet, she is. Hands clinched deep in thin sheets as ragged breaths leave her. She's never felt this....fire before. The burning heat in her sex as hands tighten around her neck. Not even with her betrothed, Aang. 

Azula straddling her as she chokes the waterbender. Their clits rub hard against one another. Katara let's out a strangled moan 

Shes starting to get worried as the dethroned princess tightens her grip. There is a murderous glint tinting her golden eyes. 

"A-Azula" she wheezes out. She isn't supposed to speak unless instructed and Azula's hands flare to punish her.

"What did I say about talking, peasant?" She says calmly but a smirk shows how excited she really is. 

Katara nearly screams but quickly shuts her mouth as she remembers the guards just beyond the cell doors.

Tears drip from her eyes and Azula only laughs before removing herself completely from the darker girl. Katara almost whines until she feels her lips latch onto her clit and she is pulled back into their pleasure game.

She sits up, body aching and badly burned. She will heal herself tonight and promise to never see Azula again. But she will return.

Always.

She handed her a dying dandelion.

Korra giggled. "Thank you." She took the flower and tug Kuvira into a hug. Kuvira moved her head giving Korra a soft kiss on the mouth. Her rough lips prickled against Korra's soft ones but that didn't stop the tingle in her tummy. Kuvira backed away, breaking the kiss and Korra stared with wide eyes.

"Korra come on" Her mother's voice rang. She turned around quickly and ran off.

"Korra, Don't forget to visit me" she smiled.

"I promise!"

"Please" she whispered.

With the adventures of republic city and making new friends of course she forgot.