My arm still wrapped around her neck as I squeezed tightly. My body released my seed deep inside her.
Softening up my grip I heard Katara's panting body as mine did the same.
"Just admit you stole it... and I could stop tomorrow," I whispered in he...
Taking a deep breath, Katara lowered herself out of the carriage, wincing as a dull pulse of pain spread across her lower back. Her body exhaled with a frustrated sigh.
"Are you alright?" Lu Ten asked, concern etched across his face. Standing at the open carriage door, he leaned forward instinctively, his hands half-extended to help her settle.
"I'm fine," Katara said with a soft, practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's just... tiring walking around at eight months pregnant."
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Looking over Lu Ten's shoulder, Katara noticed the growing crowd gathering near the grand entrance. In the heart of the Earth Kingdom capital, the newly wedded couple had arrived by invitation—just as countless other elites from across the world had. The once-a-year, invite-only gala was renowned for its unmatched refinement and opulence.
Inside, no expense had been spared. Thousands of lanterns hung suspended from the towering ceiling, their golden light cascading like falling stars across the marble floor. A lavish buffet stretched the length of the great hall, overflowing with dishes from every corner of the world—each more exotic than the last.
At her side, Lu Ten greeted a steady stream of nobles and dignitaries, his posture confident and composed. Katara remained beside him, her hands resting lightly on her rounded belly, offering polite smiles as her mind drifted elsewhere.
"Cousin! How interesting to see you here." Azula's voice sliced through the hum of conversation as she emerged from the glittering crowd, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass. "And you brought the peasant! How charming."
"Azula!" Lu Ten's surprise broke through his usual composure. He stepped forward instinctively, positioning himself between her and Katara, shielding the curve of Katara's stomach from view. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm royalty, dear cousin," she said smoothly, circling them with feline grace. "Why wouldn't I be invited? Although I must admit—" her smile deepened, "—I didn't expect you two to attend, especially since ZuZu should be arriving any moment now."
"Z–Zuko is coming?!" Katara's voice cracked. She stepped forward, eyes locking onto Azula's with a mix of shock and dread.
Azula's gaze dropped—first to Katara's trembling hands, then lower, freezing on the unmistakable curve beneath her dress. "Well, well..." she purred. "Seems you've been busy."
"Azula, Katara is my wife and—"
"Lu Ten, please..." Katara interrupted softly, tugging at his sleeve. Her voice quivered as she tried to hold back tears. "I want to leave. Please... I don't..." Her words faltered, her lips trembling as panic began to overtake her.
"It's alright." Lu Ten's voice was calm but firm. "Lotus, please take Katara back to the carriage. We'll be leaving shortly."
Without hesitation, Lotus hurried to Katara's side, taking her hand and guiding her gently toward the exit. "I'll be with you in a moment," Lu Ten whispered to Katara before she disappeared into the glittering sea of nobles.
