Prompts from Tyzula Renaissance, but slightly out of order to keep in line with this story. Enjoy

Pale legs. Pale sweaty legs dancing slowly in a room burning azure blue. The panting, wild, primal panting followed by broken skin on the shoulder. Golden eyes flashing brilliant with a lustful smirk. She could feel the pressure; damn good pressure between slick thighs before the flood and awakening.

"Oh, Azula!" Screamed the doctor, reaching for the love of her life.

The urge to be mated and marked was unknown until now. The good doctor knew in her heart that this was not real, but it felt…so…amazing.

"Mmm…are you sure this one's not for the taking?" Asked a voice Ty Lee did not recognize.

"The queen has not permitted". She recognized the voice. Lo or Li?

"She must remain pure," Lo and Li said.

The doctor wanted to scream. She wanted to see, yet there was darkness. New smells filled her nose. Pheromones, she recognized the chemical excretion instantly from her studies on human and animal behavior. According to her texts, some pheromones were stronger while others less so. In the ousted omega, beta, alpha class system of old, it was said that the pheromones of one's true love are enough to render the senses helpless.

Ty Lee's nose flared at the pheromones pulling her like strings on a marionette. Azula was near! Why couldn't she see her? Was she blind like Chief Bei Fong?

"Too bad, she smells ready. I can smell her heat a mile away".

Heat? Wondered the acrobat. That's it!

The little knowledge that the doctor had of heats were from her mother, who had plenty of experience before the mandatory abolishment of alphas, omegas and betas thanks to the rise of the church to end the "era of promiscuity". According to Mrs. Zhou, a heat was a relentlessly uncontrollable sex drive that could last for at least a week. It was bad enough that Dr. Zhou had no problems in that area, but the idea of primal, fast, mind-blowingly delicious stretching sounded…sounded…

Gods! Thought the doctor unable to contain a helpless whimper from the sudden, burning empty throbbing between her inner thighs. Gods, Gods…

"She's awakening," one of the twins commented.

Ty Lee knew she was caught grinding against the mattress she was lying on. Several footsteps increased in volume, advancing towards her, a pill was shoved in her mouth forcefully before she saw rainbows and a naked Azula before her, shifted with a full knot at the base of her monstrous cock! The doctor's mouth watered at the gorgeous sight automatically. She had to have her. She needed La Bella Mafia and only her inside of her, rutting her into pools of lucious, slick...

This is not real! She told herself as Azula advanced, licking her painted lips seductively.

She surrendered herself to passion immediately as La Bella Mafia smothered her senses like a snubbed flame. If only this were real.

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"Azula!" Cried out Iroh.

The General's heart flipped at the sight of his niece falling over the open gazebo's railing towards a sure death from the ocean-weathered, jagged edges of the cliff below the twins' small beach house. He had not hesitated to attack the 20-year-old after her heinous acts in the capital. Yet when she fell to her demise, he only saw the little girl made by his family's corrupt legacy. A child who could not help the monster she became in a family of monsters.

The General reflected on this as he grasped the railing eyes darting left and right in search of the young woman. He had allowed his anger to best him again. It was his nature as good and evil warred in his nephew, as well as…his niece. He could not change the blood, suffering and betrayal on his hands no matter how hard he tried.

"Ursa, you're up late," commented The Grim Reaper, tea in hand.

The gorgeous woman looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. Iroh's nose flared from her sweet scent automatically making him stop midway from where she stood by a budding cherry blossom tree. The alpha knew better not to continue advancing towards her. Ozai had chosen a gorgeous bride and she was in heat before him.

"Ahem," Iroh excused himself, coughing into his elbow. "I should come back another time," he insisted.

"Please, don't go!" Exclaimed Ursa in a hushed tone. "It's your brother".

Iroh sighed, noticing the small bump in the omega's midsection. She was pregnant with Ozai's second child and from her tear-stricken face, she was not happy about the news.

"I didn't want it," confessed the woman, coldly. "Do you know where I could find…kajihana?" She asked, placing a hand over her protruding belly.

Iroh's eyes widened in alarm. "You can't be serious!" He fumed. "You can't make these decisions on your own. What about your alpha, Ursa? Snake-Eyes would never agree to this!" He snarled.

The omega bit her bottom lip.

"He doesn't need to know," she said, a hint of seduction dripping from her lips that sent a message straight to her brother-in-law's lower half in an instant.

Iroh looked away. His wife had been crushed along with her lover by his very own hands for their infidelity. The man his wife had chosen had been like another brother to The Grim Reaper. He could not bring that wave of betrayal even on a man, who cared very little either way about marriage as he was known to engage with multiple prostitutes in the capital.

Ozai was his brother and how would he ever face his nephew?

There was no sign that La Bella Mafia had been crushed against the rocky shore, making Iroh feel a rush of relief. His niece was always a survivor, no matter the circumstance.

"May we offer you more tea, General?"

Iroh turned towards the twins with a plate of steaming tea as if they had not seen the charred table and formerly pink pillows in the open gazebo.

"We have to stop her, Ladies," said the old man, taking one of the mugs and looking to the bright, full moon in the distance as he sipped the tea. His nose tickled with the sweet smell of chamomile and…something else? He glanced at the ancient women with some suspicion. They had been loyal, former brothel workers, who took the girl child under their wing when her mother left the family after the death of Azulon.

"She reminds us," began Lo.

"Of The Godmother," ended Li.

Wouldn't you agree?" they asked in unison.

Iroh swallowed.

"This is wrong. This is…wicked," said Iroh, leaning against red pillows in his family owned hotel. He gave a loud hiss as Ursa reared against his chest, pulling his hands from the tightening grip around her lovely love handles up to grasp her rotund breasts. He pushed his entire length upwards, amazed at how well she accepted his cock in such a sensitive area. The two agreed to not risk traditional sex to eliminate the chances of another pregnancy or an accidental mating.

"Think of it as a thank-you for helping me. I could have made the worse mistake of my life. I wish my children were yours," Iroh nipped his brother's wife's shoulder at her movements. Startled, Ursa leaned forward carefully and Iroh followed suit, his knot threatening to fill the wrong area.

Ursa came apart under him, ripping the sheets with her longer nails and teeth as he took her in long strokes. He could not help remembering the innocent woman he had met years ago. Time and raising two Jiang children in their hostile environment had changed the beauty queen, making her cold and calculating. The Grim Reaper wanted to save her from the point of no return. He wanted to save her from Snake Eyes. He wanted her period.

Muffled screams hid their passion that night followed by tragedy and turf wars that divided them forever.

"Azula said they were safe. Are they here?" asked Iroh, shaking the memory from his mind.

"You have had a busy day," responded Lo.

"A man needs his rest," added Li.

Iroh agreed. He did feel rather lethargic after the fight with his niece. He was losing his touch, he assumed. Yet, he could not stop thinking about his brother's wife. So close and…he had to find her.

"I will rest when I find them. Chief Bei Fong is on the way and we're taking Zuko and Ursa home. La Bella Mafia and her father are free to do as they wish as long as they leave us at peace in the capital".

The women exchanged looks before bowing, obediently. Without further words, they led him to an underground tunnel beneath the beach house. The tunnel was short, yet intricate. Iroh made several mental notes at various notable points to plan an escape in case he had to save his omega from her former husband.

The Grim Reaper sighed satisfactorily as Ozai's mated wife pumped him dry in the backseat of their family's stretch limousine. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, giving a smirk as she took a seat by his side, smoothing her black dress.

"I wish you would stay," she announced for the third time on their way to the docks. "Your father has plenty men to fight his silly turf wars in the earth kingdom".

Iroh zipped his trousers and grasped the slender hand on his leg, squeezing it gently as he spoke. "We've discussed this, Ursa".

"But, Zuko needs you. You're more of a father than his own".

Iroh knew the truth in the statement. "We do what we must in this family. You know this too well".

Ursa nodded solemnly, squeezing his hand back. "I-I will miss you".

"I will write," he promised.

"He will know".

"I don't care anymore".

The sounds of passion stirred him to squint at a single lamp in the middle of an extravagant, underground bunker room. Iroh blinked twice at the scene. He was hallucinating. He had to be. Ozai was completely naked and asleep atop the covers of his bed with a naked Ursa seated on the edge of the crimson bed.

No! Thought The General. She wouldn't.

Closing his eyes, Iroh attempted to cease repressed thoughts of instinctive violence, until a hand touched his cheek suddenly.

"Ursa," He gasped, eyes opening to reveal the woman, still beautiful with her more refined and mature looks. She was now clothed and gazing back with soft, golden, hurt-filled eyes. "Why?" He managed to whisper.

In an equally soft voice, she responded. "We do what we must in this family".

With that, their lips met for short moments that Iroh held to his heart. He wanted to escape with the woman despite a refreshed mating mark on her neck. It did not ward the alpha away from the woman he wanted to call his own. He cared for Zuko for his likeness to his mother and though she left them all, he promised to protect the child with all of his strength from his abusive father.

A soft clap shook the two away from the other. They jerked their heads in the direction of La Bella Mafia.

"Enjoy your heat, Mother? I know it's been a while".

The General was ready to respond when his heart fell to his stomach at the sight of a disheveled Zuko, standing beside his sister. The young mayor's eyes burned with confusion and rage directly at his beloved uncle.