Surprises

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This story will contain spoilers from the ATLA 'The Promise' and 'The Search' comic series

Chapter I

Ursa had herself a little surprise.

A little surprise can be refreshing. Healthy even. A little wake up after you've woken up. An unexpected shock which forces you to appreciated your surroundings just that bit extra.

With a bare foot, making a first step onto the freshly mowed, morning lawn, a sudden jolt coursed through Ursa which made her more receptive to her environment. Having groggily made her way to the pond garden of the Fire Nation Royal Palace, the unforeseen discomfort of the cold dew droplets and angular blades of prickly grass quickly brought everything into focus and sliced cleanly through any dreariness she had brought from her bed.

It allowed her to fully take in the beauty she was stepping into. Bathed in the glorious light of the morning Sun, which hung in a brilliant, cloudless sky and reflected in the shimmering pond. The lush field of green was in excellent contrast to the garden's ancient cobble walls and the striking red tiles atop the pagoda.

This garden had been a treasure throughout her troubled life in the palace. Now as it was then, peaceful and calm, soundless save for the wind rustling the leaves of the grand, old tree who the garden spread out from. Here she could truly be alone, away from Ozai and the leering hands who infested the Palace.

Of course, she had no need to fear that anymore, there was a new Fire Lord these days but still, Ursa felt she could trust this little oasis more than she could the rest of the complex. So much had changed in such a short amount of time. Little over a month ago, she wasn't even the person she was now, a different name, a different life and a different face and yet it seemed impossible that for a moment she'd ever spent any time from her son. The mere thought of Zuko brought a smile to Ursa's lips. This garden may have been a treasure to her but it was the memories she had of her time with Zuko here which were of most value. Reading to him, teaching him to paint, feeding the turtleducks together, watching as he played or just holding him were all so dear to her, now she had a chance to relive those moments and nothing could make her happier. She was, however, sorely reminded that the transition from her old life hadn't been completely painless, her most recent child, Kiyi, had not taken the change to Palace life well at all and it had been decided that Noren take the girl back to Hira'a early and wait for Ursa's return in a few weeks and of course, her other daughter, Azula, was absent altogether and there'd been no sign of her since she'd fled into the jungle on the night Ursa had been reunited with her eldest children. Ursa was sorry for her girls, she truly was but what she felt she needed now was to try and make up for those years she hadn't been at Zuko's side.

She was clearly delighted when she found him there, sat by the water's edge on the other side of the tree, tossing shreds of bread to the pond, as if she'd never left him.

Ursa peered from around the tree, unnoticed. "Good morning, Fire Lord."

Zuko hurriedly straightened himself out from his leisurely lounging to appear more regal before he turned to face the voice but on seeing his Mother relaxed again. "Oh. Morning, Mother."

Ursa giggled at the boy's awkwardness. "You're up early."

Zuko tore some bread and threw it into the pond, waiting before he answered. "I have a council with all my generals today."

Ursa frowned, this meeting had been a long time coming. Following the War, it had been Zuko's intention to downsize the Fire Nation's military, it was expensive, unneeded and didn't represent the Fire Nation he wanted. His generals, however, had been less than compliant, they pointed to the incident at Yu Dao where the Fire Nation's forces had been called upon and they blew the threat of the revolutionaries who resented the young Fire Lord's reign out of all proportion, looking for any excuse denounce Zuko's reductions and keep their own power. Zuko had called the assembly today to illustrate the new plans that had been discussed at his last meeting with Earth King Kuei, to create a new military force, not loyal to any nation but pieced together from participants of each, to protect Yu Dao. Zuko hoped this would take some of his problems off his hands, but Ursa knew he wasn't very hopeful.

With her back against the knotted tree, Ursa sat down behind her son. "Don't worry, Zuko. You are the Fire Lord, they'll listen to reason eventually."

Zuko gave Ursa no response, her poor son shouldn't have to deal with such headaches. She reached for his shoulders and pulled him back into her lap. To Ursa, it was just as it should be again. She ran her fingers through her little man's hair and watched Mother Turtleduck swim with her babies. She took some bread from Zuko's lap, she always used to tell him to bring a basket or he'd be covered in crumbs but some thing's Zuko just never learned.

As she tossed chunks of bread to the pond's family her face beamed, she had never before felt truly happy in this Palace until now and with Zuko back in her life they could pick up where they left off. Though something was off. Her boy was holding back and felt rigid. Ursa cherished her son's openness with her concerning his royal affairs and didn't want him to keep anything from her unnecessarily.

Ursa moved her hands to his shoulders to try to loosen him up. "What is it, sweetie?"

His body tensed up under her fingers. Her tips rubbed firmly along his hard shoulders and up to the base of his neck, she pulled their bodies closer together and softly shushed into his ear but he only became more resistant. Ursa didn't understand, she thought she knew how to settle her son but she was clearly making things worse so released him and he sank back down. She felt defeated, she wanted to help Zuko but didn't know what she'd done wrong, she watched the Turtleduck family, they were so peaceful and free, Ursa reached down for more bread.

Ursa had herself a little surprise.

One which made her blood run cold. As she'd gone for the bread, something stiff brushed itself against her wrist. Suddenly the wind cut cold on her skin and the rustling leaves were too loud. Things became clearer to her. Firstly, that the son she had left was gone, Zuko was a young man now, she was stupid to believe that nothing would have changed while she'd gone. All that growth, moments which defined him, they weren't hers, she hadn't been there and it was selfish to pretend they hadn't happened because she'd missed them. It pained her to admit but Zuko had evidently managed without her and grown strong, he couldn't revert for her own sake. Secondly, she understood his frustrations better. She'd lavished him with touches he was clearly too old to receive from his Mother and with that Mai girl absent, she suspected he hadn't been getting much from anyone. As distressing as the memories were, Ursa thought back to her bouts of lovemaking with the previous Fire Lord, the only comfort she could ever take was that Ozai was always at his least temperamental in the hour or two following sex. Any anxiety Zuko felt over his impending council with the Fire Nation's military leaders was only being compounded by his sexual frustration, and Ursa clearly wasn't helping with that.

Zuko was mortified, he was unaware if his Mother had acknowledged the part of him she had just touched but she had been silent for a while now and the air felt agonizingly humid. He hated his body for betraying him like this. She was his Mother and was trying to help him and he'd taken advantage of her kindness. He wanted to somehow vanish as far away as he could but he was stuck in the worst place possible, his head on her wonderful warm stomach, inches below her generous breasts, locked in between Ursa's soft, ample thighs. He lambasted himself for thinking like this but his body wouldn't heed.

Ursa finally let out a long sigh. She couldn't have been more disappointed at what seemed like a perfect moment being shattered so unceremoniously but it was her fault for holding onto the past. She felt even worse for her son now, all she wanted was to take this weight off his shoulders. This meeting was huge for him, he should be in the best shape possible for it, there wasn't room for such silly frustrations in his life anymore, a Fire Lord needs a clear mind to make the best decisions possible and she was certain her son would become the best Fire Lord possible. He shouldn't be held back because his girlfriend had left him, it wasn't fair on him. Her presence used to alleviate Zuko of his worries, why couldn't the same be true now?

Ursa watched as the Mother Turtleduck spread the bread among her young even though it left none for herself.

A Mother must do what she must.

Ursa hitched Zuko's body up so that his head was just below hers and slid her right hand down his torso to the hem of his shirt, she pulled it up to reveal where his pants began when she caught a glimpse of his bare stomach. She had no idea her son was so finely cut, he possessed such a perfect definition to his abs with fine trail of dark hair which lead downwards and everything heaved in the unexpected exposure. Ursa was overjoyed to see what fine shape her boy had kept himself in. When she reached for his pants, his hand came to meet hers, his grip was so tight and she couldn't advance an inch.

Ursa leaned her head forward and kissed the crown of his head. "It's alright, Zuzu." His hold melted away.

Her fingers were in his pants now, her tips combing through the thick bristle. It rubbed against her hand and jumped at the touch. Zuko's breath shortened on contact and his legs squirmed against hers. Finding the base, Ursa managed to wrap her fingers around the firmness, he was certainly not a boy anymore. She gasped a little, try as she may, she was unable to reach finger to thumb when holding him. Ursa pulled towards herself to test his other dimensions, he was of a decent length, which gave her a confusing delight she couldn't quite justify, but Zuko's girth was astounding. When Ursa ran her fist down the shaft, her hand came into contact the press of his scrotum, she ran her little finger over it and found it to be fairly engorged itself, Ursa began to wonder when the last time Zuko had felt any release at all, not just at the touch of a woman. She coursed her way back to the tip and when she rolled her thumb over that end of him, felt some early secretions that let her know her presence was most welcome.

Zuko's breathing was heavier and he'd began to gently buck into her hold. He didn't care if this was right or not because it certainly felt it. After what seemed like forever, driven half-mad by the mystery of what had happened to her, these last few days had truly been the happiest Zuko could remember. Since Noren and Kiyi had gone home, it was just him, his Mother and the Palace staff, they'd had as much time to each other as they ever could have hoped and the throne had started to feel less uncomfortable to sit on. Zuko had always known that once he found his Mother, he'd find happiness, she was the key to his life finally knowing some ease and, as unorthodox as it seemed, what she was doing to him now was a perfect example, she knew what he needed to feel better and would go to any lengths for him.

Cushioned against her huge, warm chest, Zuko closed his eyes and moaned when Ursa flexed her wrist, her stroking had gathered some momentum now but she was limited by the space under his clothing. With her free hand she tried to push Zuko's pants down and he lifted himself to aid her. When she peered down her son, she finally caught sight of that hot, hard piece of Zuko she'd been toying with. His cock shot proudly from his body and looked so smooth and inviting as she rolled it around in her palm. She began to build her pace back up, now with more freedom to manipulate Zuko's thick manhood. Her wrist twisted and jerked as she vigorously pumped the organ and Zuko's sharp breathing became a series of groans and whimpers.

Ursa was getting caught up in the moment herself, her nipples had already grown stiff with Zuko's rolling head kneading her heavy breasts, but she felt wet under the pleasure her son was experiencing, she so badly wanted to sate her own desires, or better yet, for him to but she wasn't doing this for her own needs, this was for Zuko's benefit only.

Reminding herself of her leading role in the matter, she felt it her responsibility to ensure that nothing go wrong for them. Ursa was confident they were alone but knew that the gardens were attended to regularly. She achingly pulled her eye's from her son's throbbing shaft and craned her neck up to scan the grounds, Zuko's eyes were closed firm shut, so it was Ursa's responsibility to keep look out.

Zuko's body was writhing in pleasure, his Mother's delicate fingers felt so incredible wrapped around him this tightly and pounding him for all he was worth. Ursa used her free hand to try and hold Zuko's body relatively dormant, but his rolling hips made it clear he was reaching his peak. Zuko let his head fall back into the immaculate softness of Ursa's chest and felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing between his legs. Coated in his slick precum, her hand glided along his delicate hardness. His Mother's rhythm was pushing a deep pressure in him up towards the tip of his penis and he felt like he was about to explode.

His moans became grunts and a foot pressed along the ground, digging up turf when the thick, white spray burst from the end of Zuko's cock. Ursa maintained her motions and his hips pushed themselves as deep into her grip as possible. The load was impressive, it mostly landed on Zuko but shots found their way onto the field, Ursa was spared but some of the warm liquid oozed into her hand once Zuko's orgasm had mostly subsided.

She wiped her hand on the grass and let herself smile, Zuko finally looked at peace and when he regained his breath he got up from of her and extended a his hand.

He tucked his softening dick away and Ursa laughed to herself, then Zuko realized that he was covered in his own mess.

Ursa straightened her dress out, still giggling. "You're filthy, go clean up. You've got a big day."

Zuko's eyes shot open, he'd seemingly forgotten the meeting he had scheduled, if just for a moment. "Oh! Yes, you're right. Thanks, I love you Mother."

"I love you too, Zuzu."

To be continued...

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