Zuko's footsteps where silent, almost as he was hovering –a skill that he was able to refine over the years since becoming Firelord. In front of him, in the newly build onsen, was his uncle, one of the reasons why he approved the building, squatting at the edge of the hot pool. For him it looked like that old dragon was testing the water temperature, but soon, he would get a better… picture. And that is was he got, as he spoke out the dragon’s familiar title.

“Uncle…”

Surprised, the red dragon turned around, still squatted.

“Prince!” he answers reactively, moving his tail and body in such a way, to obscures the Princes line of sight from who was behind him, clearly getting caught.

“Lord, uncle. 10 years have bygone since I was a prince…” his muzzle moves up to a big, friendly smile. “… regardless, you can always call me prince, Uncle.”

Suddenly, the young, blue Dragonlord hrumphs, as he notices the … state his Uncle was in.

“Is this… June… behind you?” he whispers, faint enough that his Uncles big dragon ears where able to catch it. The Elder dragon just nods and now was starting to blush.

“Ah, you know Zuko, we wear enjoying some tea and the nice, hot water… like in the past, in the secluded hot springs!” the dragon explains a tiny bit to joyfully, lifting a glass of jasmine tea, while his simplistic version was getting betrayed by evidence on his paws. The Lord scans his Uncle, clearly getting whole story unspoken just from sight. Now it was his turn to blush, as his glance lingering to long on his Uncles groin, noticing his size, pulsing, pre-joyousness leaking and a golden, strang ring. Now, curiosity was Zukos driving force.

“Uncle…” the Firelord pauses, thinking. Whatever reason he had to find his family member, it was now lost, and replaced by the burning question he had after taking the sight in, not able to form the sentence worthy of a nation leader.

“What… what is this golden ring around your…” he turned the word around his mind, again and again and again, but he found nothing else to use, as fitting and to the point as the one he will speak out.

“… ballsack?

The mature dragon smile got brighter, almost glowing.

“Ooooh, aaaah, Zuko, this is… this is a magic ring. It acts as a… you know, my prince, as a… contraceptive.” Irohs tail flicks, his malehood pulses, leaking and pulsing more than before the sentence.

Zuko blinks. His body from chin to toe hidden behind the Firelords heavy, redbrown robe. Slowly, the bottom parts start to split, as Zukos right foot starts to emerge and move towards the ring, lifting the pulsing cock of his uncle upwards, letting it rest on the back and leaking on it. A gasp out of pleasure and surprise escapes his Uncle. Then, Zukos claw reaches the outer rim of the ring, getting hold of it. With a quick drawback of his foot, he manages to cut the ring open, breaks it free from the heavy ballsack. All while leaving his Uncles set unharmed from his sharpness, but slightly rattled, leading to some more exiting leaking, followed by a second gasp of his Elder. The red Dragon looks up, big eyes, surprised, as the magical birth control ring was resting, split and broken, on the ground.

“You know Uncle…” Zuko expounded, returning his leg back under his robe, wearing some of his uncle essence on it, and now, his attire was not able to hide his excitement, spurting a visible tent.

“…If I look on a compass, there a still three positions left to fulfil.” Zuko speaks out, followed by a wink.

It is rare, that the younger Dragon was able to leave the elder one speechless – this never changed, even after him becoming Firelord. Meanwhile Iroh’s maleness got even more resolute with his nephews’ words.
Zuke turns around, saying no other word, leaving with the same pace he entered the onsen. After a few steps, with his back turned to the pair, he heard the loud, sweet moans of June, followed with the hard slap of big orbs hitting on bare, wet flesh.

“Thank you…”

Iroh eyes followed his leaving nephew, as he was conquering with a deep, hard push Junes most intimate chamber, interrupting the sentence for a howl of pleasure.

“... Aaaaaaah… m …m-my Prince.”