Not your Rome

As the beloved Fire Lady, you were adored by the entire nation. While Zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. To put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by families— more specifically, children.

Zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Parents took pride in seeing the Fire Lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.

“My! You would make such a wonderful mother,” one woman remarked.

“The Fire Lord is a lucky man indeed,” the citizens added. “A beautiful wife and a natural mother.”

While Zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.

“Hear that, Zuko? It means we’ve got work to do,” you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.

It wasn’t until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.

“Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,” the elderly lady explained. “You’re constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. Your feet are swollen and bare, and your…” she motioned to your chest, “always swollen and aching.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment, but Zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.

He wasn’t in a rush to have kids, but the image of you—his wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. Your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.

It was perfect.

And that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over Zuko’s broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.

His cock—thick and swollen—pounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.

“Zu—Zuko!” you cried out in pleasure.

“Gonna… get you…” Zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. “Pregnant… gotta breed you—”

Zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. His heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.

“Gonna keep fucking you until it takes,” he promised darkly. “Until our kids are running around the palace.”

You were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your Fire Lord.

“How many do you think we’ll have? One? Two?” Zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. “Or twins. That’d be nice—wouldn’t it?”

“So… so nice,” you managed to moan.

Zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.

“Fuck. You gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

“Yes, Zuko!” you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. “Yes—I’ll make you a daddy—”

“Shit,” he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. “Say it again.”

“Daddy!”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.

The sound of it was music to his ears. He tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.

“God, that’s it,” he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.