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Warm…
Azula bucked into Ty Lee’s welcoming heat, pulling her hips down to meet every stroke. Ty Lee fluttered around her, squeezing her, spilling streams of wetness over the base of her cock.
Tight…
“Azula,” Ty Lee whimpered. Messy strands of hair had escaped her braid, clinging to her flushed cheeks. “Fill me, please…”
Mine…
With a snarl, Azula surged up, wrapping her arms around Ty Lee’s shivering form and sinking her teeth into her mate’s shoulder. As good as fucking her felt, filling her would be even better.
Azula gasped, her eyes snapping open. She was in bed, with Ty Lee’s sweet scent all around her, but her mate was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a large, sticky spot in the middle of the sheets, where the shaft of her cock tented the fabric.
She groaned, rolling onto her side and throwing an arm over her face. It wasn’t often she came in her sleep, or that she had such vivid dreams. Ty Lee kept her very well-satisfied, and in situations like this, she was more likely to wake up with her cock in her mate’s mouth than not.
This time, she was alone. Frustratingly alone.
Azula sniffed, wrinkling her nose as another smell hit her nostrils. She’d been focused on Ty Lee’s scent before, but now she couldn’t ignore her own. It was sharp, urgent, and her frustration doubled. She’d hoped her rut wouldn’t hit for a few more days. Unfortunately, it had decided to arrive during one of the busiest times of the year: the end of summer, when her advisors were due to discuss the state of the Fire Nation’s economy.
Merely thinking about her duties made Azula roll her eyes. She didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to move from this spot, unless it was to find her wayward mate. She considered doing just that, until she heard playful shrieks from beyond the screen door.
“Mama, come read with me!”
“No, Mama, fix my hair!”
“Mama, Tiger-Monkey needs a bath!”
Azula grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it over her head. That was a mistake, because it happened to be Ty Lee’s, and it smelled strongly of her omega. Her cock gave an urgent throb, leaking even though she’d just come. That was the way of ruts. One climax, especially self-derived, was never satisfying enough.
“No! Izumi took Tiger-Monkey!”
This time, Azula heard the sweet notes of Ty Lee’s voice respond. “Izumi, please give Tiger-Monkey back to Zha Xi. He belongs to her.”
Unfortunately, it sounded like her mate was busy with other, equally pressing matters. Those three are becoming more of a handful every day. And in a few months, we’ll have even more…
Azula sighed, rolling out of bed and staggering toward the washroom. As much as she loved her children, they did make stealing private time with Ty Lee difficult. She had a feeling she wouldn’t need to heat her bath this morning.
***
Azula tapped her fingers atop her thigh, grinding her teeth to ward off impatience. Her methods were ineffective at best. No amount of fidgeting could alleviate her discomfort as Councilor Bo droned on about crop cycles and agricultural levies.
“And so, it is the council’s belief that we could increase gains by 1.3 percent if we were to institute…”
Despite her attempts to focus, Azula’s mind wandered. When she’d defeated Ozai and taken her rightful place upon the throne where she now sat, she’d been eager to step into the role of Fire Lord. In reality, the day-to-day obligations were more tedious than she’d been led to believe… even on days when other, primal urges were far more pressing.
A bead of sweat ran down her back, and she shifted uncomfortably on her knees, trying not to be obvious about it. As a firebender, the flames blazing on either side of her throne and the temperature of the Fire Nation’s sticky summer days rarely bothered her, but this was no ordinary situation.
“... however, in the northern province, we believe an increase of 2.1 percent may be advisable, due to rainfall patterns and growing climate…”
It took an enormous effort of will for Azula not to roll her eyes. Even if Councilor Bo had been imparting exceptionally important information, his high-pitched, nasal voice and pompous demeanor made it almost impossible to take him seriously.
Perhaps I should order him to write out his longer reports and ask Ty Lee to read them to me. At least then they’d be delivered from a more pleasant source.
Ty Lee was far more enticing than agricultural levies, and thinking about her caused Azula’s thoughts to drift back to that morning. Things might have played out very differently if she’d awoken before the pups. She might have had time to kiss her way down Ty Lee’s lean body, the slightest bit softened by her pregnancy, and then up along her legs, toward the delicious prize between...
“Now, if we might discuss the southern provinces?”
Azula spared another glance at her advisor, whose face was buried in a scroll. He unrolled more of the parchment, took a wheezing breath (which he seemed to regret, because his nose wrinkled with rather a rude show of distaste), and continued reading.
“Bo,” Azula drawled, folding her hands in the middle of her lap. Thinking about Ty Lee had caused certain things to stir, though her robes concealed most of it. Fortunately, talking with Bo for more than a few seconds had a somewhat dampening effect on her ardor. “If these levies are implemented, will we in the capital have enough to eat?”
“Of course, Fire Lord—”
“Will the farmers have enough to eat?”
“Yes, Fire Lord, but—”
“If everyone will have enough to eat, then it seems to me there’s nothing left to discuss, is there?”
Bo glanced reluctantly at his report, but obviously knew better than to challenge the Fire Lord. He gulped and tucked the scroll back into the front of his robes. “Of course, Fire Lord Azula,” he said, bowing his head and backing out of the room. “With your permission, I will depart to continue my duties elsewhere.”
“You have it,” Azula said. “But before you return to those duties, send Ty Lee to me. I wish to speak with her.” She hadn’t thought that order through, but she didn’t regret it, either. The pounding between her legs practically demanded it.
Bo’s eyes widened. He cleared his throat, a flush spreading across his face. Obviously, he suspected the reason for the consort’s summons. “As you wish.”
He scurried out of the room, and Azula exhaled a long sigh of relief. With him out of the room, she was free to let herself slouch a bit on the throne and let her mind wander. She loved her pups, and her position as Fire Lord, while often tedious, was not one she'd trade for any other. But it had been far too long since she'd had a break from any of them.
Her thoughts strayed to Ember Island, when she and Ty Lee had last had time to themselves, uninterrupted by squabbling children or boring duties. Soon, Azula thought. We owe it to ourselves. They would revisit the night they became mates: the confession of love, but also how they had fallen into each other, a tangle of limbs and teeth, hot mouths latching onto burning flesh, the searing heat of her omega's pussy…
Azula blinked, swelling within the confines of her pants. This rut was clearly going to be a difficult one, if a few seconds of reminiscing could bring her nearly to full hardness.
The scent that hit her nose a moment later took her all the way there, and then some. Azula smelled Ty Lee before she heard her, delicate jasmine blossoms overlaying something deeper, richer, and decidedly omega. A low growl rumbled in her chest, and it took an effort of will not to vault off her throne in search of the tantalizing smell's source.
Soon, the source came to her. Ty Lee entered the throne room, laughing and chatting with Mai at her side. The beta did not, however, volunteer to continue very far past the door. “I’ll, uh, leave you now,” she said, her nose wrinkling with distaste. “I think you two have some things to… discuss.”
Ty Lee approached the throne with a spring in her step, one that made her breasts bounce tantalizingly beneath her choli top. They had grown some already, and Azula was transfixed as Ty Lee ascended the steps to the throne, past the banked fires there, and dipped down to plant a kiss on her lips.
“See something you like?”
Azula’s hands shot out, grabbing Ty Lee’s ass and yanking her mate into her lap. Ty Lee squealed, more in delight than surprise, and began grinding down on the hardness straining between Azula's legs without being asked. Azula plundered her lips with furious kisses, torn between allowing the delicious sensation to continue and stopping so she could rip Ty Lee’s clothes away and plunge her cock somewhere warm and wet.
Ty Lee made that decision for her, slowing down to reach a hand between them, past the waistband of Azula’s pants. The moment her fingers closed around Azula’s cock, she stilled, letting out a low groan. “Ty Lee…”
“You need it badly, don’t you?” Ty Lee crooned, stroking her teasingly. “I bet you’ve been aching all day, with your rut so close… desperate for release…”
“And you’re going to give it to me.” She meant it as a command, but she couldn’t hide the tinge of desperation that crept into her voice. Spirits, her rut really did make her pathetic.
“Poor thing,” Ty Lee said, her voice filled with sympathy. “How do you want me first? My pussy? My ass? My mouth, maybe?”
All Azula managed was a strangled, “Fuck.” Her head spun with each suggestion, and her cock strained in Ty Lee's hand, throbbing against the omega's soft palm. Her mate's touch was doing wicked things to her weakened self-restraint, and the smell of sex surrounding them didn't help. Azula pawed at Ty Lee's hips, desperate for something to hold, but she remained indecisive. She wanted everything Ty Lee had to offer, but she couldn't decide where to start.
Eventually, Ty Lee took pity, pulling Azula's cock out through the front of her pants. The omega slid off her lap with a sultry smile and dropped to her knees before the throne. Azula almost made a mess of her mate's fist. She clenched her jaw, taking several shuddering breaths. The symbolism inherent in such an act did things to her she couldn't deny.
"Let's start with this," Ty Lee purred, bending down to nuzzle Azula's inner thigh. Although she couldn't feel Ty Lee's cheek through the silk, Azula did feel the shifting of the material over her skin. It tickled, and she stifled a laugh -- which became a moan as Ty Lee licked a teasing stripe along the underside of her length. The rapid shift from hot to cold overwhelmed her, and her hands shot out, one clutching the side of the throne, the other grasping Ty Lee's hair.
"Suck me," Azula rasped, desperate to regain some control. She was the alpha, and this was her rut. But as Ty Lee breathed across the sensitive head of her cock, causing a considerable amount of pre-come to well from the tip, Azula was grudgingly forced to admit that it was all an illusion. Perhaps once Ty Lee took the edge off, she would be able to seize the reins again and claim what was rightfully hers. Until then, she was clay in her mate's hands.
Ty Lee seemed to know it, too. She took her time, planting butterfly kisses on the bobbing tip of Azula's cock, giggling when it twitched. "I wonder how long you'll last?" she murmured, before taking the head into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it.
Azula's eyes rolled back, and she raked her fingers lightly over Ty Lee's scalp. The smooth heat of the omega's mouth was too wonderful for words, and the steady circular motion of Ty Lee's tongue had her leaking worse than before. Her length pounded with jealousy, and the base swelled with the start of a knot.
Of course, Ty Lee noticed. She released Azula's tip to the cold air and kissed her way down, nuzzling the new bulge and sighing against it.
A whimper caught in Azula's throat. Her tongue felt too large for her mouth, and all her words had deserted her. She could only tighten her grip on Ty Lee's hair and try, ineffectively, to push the head of her cock past her mate's lips once more. She missed, smearing a streak of wetness across Ty Lee's cheek instead.
"Just relax," Ty Lee said, cupping Azula's knot in her hands. She gave it a firm squeeze, and Azula nearly floated off her throne. "I'm going to take good care of you. Don't you trust me?"
Azula didn't. Not one bit. Ty Lee was the sweetest omega she'd ever met in her life, but she could also be a horrible tease under the right circumstances — and Azula’s rut made her particularly vulnerable to her mate's playful antics. She rocked forward and up, groaning in relief as Ty Lee took her back in. This time, the omega swallowed several inches of her shaft, applying a satisfying, yet torturous, amount of suction. And yet she was helpless in Ty Lee's grip, helpless to do more than moan and try to keep her hips from quivering too hard.
Part of her wanted to give in to the slow, steady pulls of the omega's lips around her cock, but she also wanted to hold out as long as she could, to see what heights of pleasure her mate could bring. Pure stubbornness also warred with her neediness to come: So the little omega slut thinks she can just waltz into my throne room, wrap her mouth around my cock, and I'll give her my come? She's going to have to try harder than that!
Ty Lee must have smelled some of her defiance, because she took Azula's shaft even deeper, almost all the way to the knot. She only had to swallow once for Azula to realize the error she'd made. Fuck, the way she's squeezing… This is my rut, and I am the Fire Lord! Why should I have to hold back? Once I've finished, I can take her back to our chambers and fuck her until she screams...
She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared to come, tightening her grip in Ty Lee's hair. Pressure raced along her shaft, ready to burst free…
And then it stopped.
It took Azula a moment to figure out what had happened. Her swollen, aching shaft was once again exposed to the cruel air, her knot throbbing painfully with interrupted release… and Ty Lee was gazing up at her, lips puffy with use and eyes filled with mischief.
Azula could only stammer with mingled pleading and indignation: “But… you… you stopped. Ty Lee, you can't just…”
“I can't let you come so swiftly, My Lord,” Ty Lee said, grinning like a badgerfrog as she gave a slow, luxurious pump that had Azula whining and straining into the omega's hand. “It's your rut, after all. You wouldn't be content with such a short release. Don't you agree that drawing things out can be infinitely more...satisfying?” She stroked Azula again from base to head, eyeing the heavy drop of precome that welled at the tip.
Azula had a furious retort ready on her tongue — something along the lines of ‘ You horrible woman, you know exactly what you're doing to me and it's not fair!’ — but then Ty Lee's tongue darted out to lap it up, and her words were lost in a groan.
She couldn't help remembering all the times she'd stopped, too: slowed her churning hips just as Ty Lee was about to climax, or even pulled out all the way, softening the blow with syrupy words about how her omega would find greater pleasure if she could just be a good, patient girl. Apparently, it was her turn.
The knowing look in Ty Lee's eyes said she was thinking of the very same thing as she bent to once more take Azula's tender, throbbing head between her lips. But Azula was so far gone that even a few gentle licks and sucks had her nearly at the point of release again, unable to hold back her moans and pleading whines. “Ty Lee, I need it… need you to make me… let me…”
Yet it wasn't enough. She could tell from her mate's arched eyebrow. Trembling, Azula prepared to do the one thing she swore she would never do: beg.
“Ty Lee, please.”
Delight glowed in Ty Lee's eyes as she swallowed Azula deeper and deeper. Azula choked on what promised to be a loud, embarrassing cry. Ty Lee would bring her to an explosive climax, and then Azula would carry her back to their bedchambers and fuck her until she couldn't walk. Once I'm able to walk, of course...I can tell she'll suck every bit of strength right out of me. Oh fuck, I'm going to—
“My Lord?”
Azula's eyes snapped open. An alarmed jolt passed through her body, momentarily delaying her climax as her protective instincts flared to life. She growled, gripping the back of Ty Lee's head and holding the omega on her cock as she took in the threat - which turned out to be less of a threat and more of an intrusive annoyance.
Councilor Bo had re-entered the room without her noticing. Although this wasn't the first time he had caught Azula in such a compromising position, he still seemed dumbfounded. He stared, wide eyed, his jaw hanging slack as he took in the scene before him.
Normally, Azula would have been furious at the interruption. Part of her still was. But, perhaps due to her rut, another, more wicked part of her was oddly pleased. Not that Bo, specifically, was observing them, but that they were being observed at all. It stoked her pride to know that someone else was witnessing this display of power, watching her pump past the plump, well-used lips of the most beautiful omega in the Fire Nation. No, the world.
This is your rut-brain talking, a small, rapidly fading voice said in Azula's head. But then Ty Lee whimpered around her cock, tickling it with soft vibrations, and the omega deliberately swallowed, milking the shaft buried in her throat.
Azula grunted in surprise. She hadn't expected Ty Lee to keep sucking, although with her hands grasping the omega's head, it wasn't as though her mate could pull up. But Ty Lee wasn't even trying to withdraw. If anything, she was attempting to bob more fervently.
Selfish ideas swirled in Azula's head, fueled by her drawn-out arousal. The tables had turned, and this was the perfect opportunity for revenge against Ty Lee’s teasing. "What is it, Bo?" she snapped, adding a growl of alpha authority to her voice. "As you can see, I'm busy at the moment."
Bo's jaw flapped uselessly. He wheezed, clearing his throat several times. "I apologize, My Lord. I will reschedule your meeting with the other advisors at once—"
Other advisors? Azula suddenly remembered she was supposed to be meeting with several of her most trusted councilors that afternoon. It had been on her schedule for weeks, and she did read those from time to time. But Ty Lee had succeeded in distracting her — and still was, taking advantage of Azula's wandering focus to draw back up to the head of her cock and flick a warm, wet tongue over it.
Fighting to keep her hips from jerking, Azula glanced down at Ty Lee, a silent question in her eyes. Ty Lee stared back up at her, honey-brown irises shining with playful agreement, and after a silent moment to make sure her mate wanted to continue, Azula raised her gaze to Bo once more. "No need to reschedule," she drawled, her voice dripping with feigned boredom. It took considerable effort to seem so careless about the whole affair, but Ty Lee appreciated it, if the way she squirmed on her heels was any indication. "Send them in."
"But, My Lord—"
Azula rolled her eyes. "Must I repeat myself, Bo? I said, send them in." She stroked the top of Ty Lee's head, her stomach muscles flexing as she fought the urge to seize her mate's hair and thrust upward with brutal force. Ty Lee had resumed bobbing on her cock, sliding those perfect lips up and down, causing her shaft to throb at the constant change in pressure and temperature.
Bo took several steps backward. "O-of course, My Lord," he stammered, scurrying out of the room without waiting for a proper dismissal.
As soon as he was gone, Ty Lee released Azula's cock, biting her bottom lip in a rather ineffective attempt to stifle her laughter. "You can't resist showing off, can you?" she said, with an affectionate shake of her head.
Azula smirked. "Don't try and pretend you don’t like it," she said, grazing Ty Lee's sticky cheek with the backs of her knuckles. She pressed her thumb in the dip of the omega's chin, giving it an affectionate swipe. "Ever since the Fire Lily Festival, you've enjoyed being put on display."
Ty Lee's cheeks flushed a ruddy pink. "Well, maybe a little..."
Azula grinned. It had only been a few months ago, but Ty Lee had brought it up several times since then. In fact, it had become a rather common point of discussion during their more passionate moments. In this particular moment, however, Azula could think of better things for Ty Lee to do with her mouth besides talking. Although Bo's interruption had delayed her release, her cock still needed tending to. She tugged lightly on Ty Lee's braid, urging the omega to resume her neglected duties.
Ty Lee did so with unbridled enthusiasm. She descended on Azula's cock with a wet, self-indulgent noise just as the doors opened again. Bo re-entered, edging in with obvious caution, followed closely by two others: Councilors Tan and Xi.
Tan, a rather portly alpha with a bald head and long mustache, seemed just as uncomfortable as Bo. He fidgeted in a way quite unbecoming of a Fire Lord noble, clearly unsure of himself. Xi was calmer. The narrow-faced, clever-eyed beta seemed almost amused, although Azula supposed her status did give her a slight advantage. At the very least, she wouldn't have to hide an erection thanks to the smell permeating the throne room.
Azula smirked to herself as she watched the counselors get settled, attempting to avoid making eye contact with her - or with anyone else - without being too obvious about it. Bo opened his mouth to say something - probably something boring - but a particularly wet sound from Azula's lap interrupted him, and his jaw was left hanging open uselessly.
Good, she thought. He flaps that thing too much. But soon her thoughts were stolen away by the heat and powerful pressure of Ty Lee's mouth, and it was a struggle not to let her own hang open so that gasps could pour out. Her mate lavished her cock with attention, licking stripes of fire up the underside and pulling back to lave the head with such long, luxurious strokes that she knew she wouldn’t last.
“M-my Lord…”
Tan's tremulous voice snapped her out of the haze of pleasure. “What?” she snarled, torn between continuing to gaze at the hollow of Ty Lee's cheek where she could clearly see the outline of her own cock moving in the omega's mouth, and looking up to glare with all the fury of the Fire Lord - and an alpha in rut - at the counselor.
For a long moment, all she heard was sputtering. Finally, Xi appeared to grow nearly as impatient at her colleagues’ uselessness as Azula was. “Your other advisors will be arriving soon, Your Majesty,” the beta pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. “I believe my honored colleague would like to suggest that you finish your… mm, prior business before they do.”
Fury seared through Azula’s chest, preparing to erupt — but then Ty Lee's tongue hit a particularly perfect spot on the underside of her head. A smirk spread slowly across Azula's face instead. “Let them come,” she said, raking her nails through her mate's hair. “I will come when I am ready.”
“As you wish, My Lord,” Xi said, nodding. The other two continued to gibber, but Azula no longer spared them any thought. Ty Lee let out a strangled moan around her cock, the sound vibrating along the sensitive flesh. Azula was hard-pressed not to squirm in her seat. As desperate as she was to come, such conduct would be unbecoming of the Fire Lord.
Casting out for a way to keep from losing her dignity, Azula lost herself in Ty Lee's eyes, filled with pleading as they were. But before she could be utterly entranced, she found her attention drawn somewhat lower: to the full breasts straining beneath Ty Lee's choli top, heaving as she suckled and whimpered softly.
Now wouldn't that be interesting...
A grin flashed across Azula's face, but it was swiftly replaced by a grimace as she took hold of Ty Lee's cheeks with both hands — taking a moment to stroke the outline of her shaft — and drew her mate off her cock. Ty Lee reluctantly followed her urging. The omega’s pitiful whine, as well as the cool air rushing across her overstimulated shaft, nearly made Azula change her mind. But she persevered, murmuring, “It's all right. You're serving me so well. There's just something else I want to try. Lift your top.”
The confusion in Ty Lee's eyes cleared quickly, and she practically ripped the garment over her head before reaching back to undo the band that kept her glorious breasts in place. Azula sucked in a breath, eyeing them covetously, before remembering that she had nothing to covet. They were hers, like the rest of Ty Lee, to use as she pleased. Scooting further forward on her throne, she laid her cock against the omega's breastbone, then gave her a nod.
Ty Lee pressed her breasts together with both hands, and suddenly Azula was enveloped in pillowy warmth. She groaned, digging her nails into her palms once more, toes curling in her boots as Ty Lee moved up and down, sliding her shaft through the deliciously soft valley. Her mate's skin shone with the copious wetness seeping from her head, and she couldn't hold back a snarl.
It wasn't enough to let Ty Lee service her. She needed to come, and she needed it now. With a low rumble of warning, she began to pump her hips, rubbing herself back and forth within her mate's embrace. She started slowly, but it felt too good. Soon she was thrusting with wild abandon, feeling her release rush closer. This time, nothing will stop me until I've filled my omega.
Azula started to warn Ty Lee, but her words were lost in a strangled groan. Fortunately, her mate already knew exactly what to do. On the next upward thrust, she took Azula’s cockhead back into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the sensitive slit. There was no holding back after that. Azula grunted, her entire body going rigid as her painfully delayed peak finally hit.
She forgot about her advisors. She forgot her frustrations, and the torturous wait Ty Lee had put her through. She forgot about everything as her world narrowed to the first blissful spurts of her release. She emptied into Ty Lee’s mouth, sighing as the aching fullness eased with pleasurable pulses. For the first time since she’d awoken that morning, she felt as if she might be able to relax.
Ty Lee moaned around Azula’s cock, more than eager to swallow the offered reward. She descended on the shaft, and the flexing of her throat caused Azula to release several powerful streams. It wasn’t quite the same as being wrapped in the warm, welcoming muscles of her mate’s pussy, but it was exceptionally pleasurable nonetheless. She grasped Ty Lee’s head, holding the omega in place and rutting her hips upward while she finished spiling.
There was too much for Ty Lee to keep up with, however. Though the omega didn’t stop swallowing, some of Azula’s release washed back through her mouth, seeping out from the seal of her lips. It dripped down Ty Lee’s chin, spattering the tops of her breasts, and the sight of her come gleaming there, clinging to the pebbled peaks of Ty Lee’s nipples, drove Azula mad with lust.
Her cock had barely begun to soften before it swelled with fresh arousal. Ty Lee looked so beautiful, and was servicing her so well, and Azula couldn’t help but notice the hopeful sheen of lust in her omega’s liquid brown eyes. She removed one of her hands from Ty Lee’s head, using her sleeve to wipe away most of come that had dripped onto her mate’s breasts.
Ty Lee released her cock, swallowing one last time and licking her puffy, well-used lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, with a look of immense gratitude.
Azula smiled — not her usual smirk, but a tender smile she reserved only for her mate. She knew Ty Lee’s boundaries, and would always respect them. “Would you like to sit on my lap while I finish conducting my business?” she whispered, in a low voice her stunned advisors wouldn’t be able to hear.
Ty Lee chuckled. “I think that’s what you’d like.”
It was true. Her release, powerful though it had been, had only brought her a few seconds of relief. The itch was back, twice as powerful as before. Fresh sweat sprouted at Azula’s hairline, and her cock gave a needy twitch. “It’s what I need,” Azula said. “And what I demand.”
She was immensely gratified by the shudder that passed through Ty Lee’s body at her statement. The scent of aroused omega filled her nose, and Azula breathed it in deeply. Her rut had put her in desperate need, but Ty Lee certainly seemed eager to continue their game.
Her advisors, not so much. As Azula patted her lap, encouraging Ty Lee to climb up, she took a moment to study their reactions. Bo and Tan were looking everywhere but at the throne, and from their uncomfortable squirming, Azula suspected they were struggling with a milder form of the uncomfortable arousal that had overtaken her own body.
Normally, their reactions would have annoyed her at best, or disgusted her at worst — but she took a smug sort of pleasure in them this time. Let them be jealous, she thought, sliding her hands down Ty Lee’s back to grope the omega’s firm rear end through her loose pink pants. This is my mate, and I don’t care who sees.
Xi’s reaction was different. Although she was a beta, and didn’t smell as strongly of uncomfortable arousal — and didn’t have to hide any problems at the front of her robes, either — her eyes were alight with interest. She held Azula’s gaze, a bold move that the Fire Lord found herself appreciating.
“You may summon my other advisors, Xi,” she said, doing her best to adopt a bored tone. Normally, she had no trouble putting on an air of detachment, but Ty Lee made things difficult by grinding down against her erection, which throbbed with renewed need as the silk of Ty Lee’s pants rubbed against it. “I would prefer to get this business over with early, so I may spend the rest of the day attending to other matters.”