The banished prince of the fire nation could no longer contain his rage as he landed blow after blow on the chained waterbender- the violent impacts of bone to bone echoing throughout the steel inner chamber of the Fire Nation vessel.
"You filthy peasant whore. You will help me catch the avatar so that I can reclaim my honour or I will throw your bloated carcass in to the sea by tomorrow's end." The prince unchained the girl and carried her in his arms into his private chamber. Katara was slipping in and out of consciousness as blood trickled down her face.
"...You will have to stay in my chamber for a non-arbitrary and believable reason." With this the prince took off his shirt in preparation for bed.
"I will never love you!" Katara screamed the words, willing them to be so. But even now the prince's silky white skin and rock hard abs were overpowering her senses. She was finding it ever harder to resist.
"What? I didn't... what?"
The unyielding shimmers that reflected off the prince's body in the pale moonlight made him seem inhuman- even divine. "I'm so sorry, please- please burn me- burn your mark on me and make me yours." Katara was frantic, entirely assured that her chance to satisfy her unquenchable lust would soon slip from her fingers forever.
"Look, can we just calm down- I'll go sleep in the other room- it's fine with me- really."
Uncle Iroh came in carrying a tray of jasmine tea. "I fully endorse the actions contained therein."
"You want the avatar right? I can do that, no problem- oh wait- I must not betray Aang. These conflicting emotions within me, they are eating me alive. On one hand I need Zuko to lay his unnervingly sexy hands on me, but on the other- what were we talking about again?"
The fire prince had left the room, the steel door swinging back and forth gently like the pounding biceps of the young fire prince himself. Katara starred out to the moon, and longed for the prince- his fragrant scent still lingering in the air.
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Why? Dear god why? What have I done?