Zuko was hurt more than he expected by the groups refusal to trust him. Of course he knew that they would not, he only hoped too much that they would somehow believe him, that they would take him in, that he could have friends. The loneliness of the dark woods, of his whole messed up life suffocated him in that moment. As he walked back to his camp his body dragged, he leaned against trees, pushed hard to be able to walk further, until he finally saw his tent. The betrayal to his uncle, the cruelness and hate from his sister, his father, the loss of his mother, and the most recent and strangely overwhelming pitfall, the distrust of Aang weighed him down, he collapsed on his knees. Tears ran down his face. In those moments he felt utterly lost, no reason to continue, he could not move. After a while his body calmed, he struggled to think of something else, to pull himself from the wretched blackness of his own thoughts. He breathed deep; felt the earth, the fallen tree he leaned on, felt the breeze. He opened his eyes, examining the grass; its blueness is the rays of the moon.
Then he felt it, felt some other presence, he looked up. He jumped up in defense , fire spouting from his hands and feet, he took his stance but was stunned to see a small pale girl fall back in fear, about 20 feet away from him. When he had raised his head he caught a glimpse of a sweet beautiful face with an expression of worry and sadness. Recalling this he quickly put his hands down in a motion of peace, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't be frightened, I did not mean to!" The girl whimpered and scooted back more on her hands and feet, staring at him in fear and suspicion. "I did not mean to lash out, I thought you were an enemy, forgive me…" He stepped forward but stopped when she flinched back again. "Stop! I'm sorry, I mean no harm" he repeated and tried to represent calm and safety, he bowed to her and lowered himself back onto the ground, sitting cross-legged and lowering his head, Can't I do anything right? he thought to himself.
He quickly thought it through, hopefully she will stay, why did she come in the first place, she was watching me, was she worried about me? Who is she? Where is she from… is she alone? He looked back up, she watched him carefully, sitting up to a similar position. They were still for several minutes, just staring. She looked to be pale, at least the same as him, and small but strong. She looked to be about his age, maybe younger, older than Aang and Toph for sure. She had long dark brown hair, very long. He noticed how it looked a little unkempt, pretty and flowing but maybe like it had not been styled or cut in any way, very different from the girls he knew of in his home land. Who was she? After a strong wind blew he took a deep breath, "I'm Zuko."
The girl responded by leaning forward on her hands and knees, crawling closer to him. In that moment he realized her beauty, but not just beauty, her sensuality, it struck him hard. He could not help but notice her full breasts, the curve of her back as she crawled to him, her hair fell over her shoulders, lightly touching the ground as she approached. The tension built inside of him as she got closer, she was only a few feet from him when she stopped, sitting back up as before, but this time so close their knees almost touched. He couldn't help but smile; she smiled back and bit her lip. After a moment his eyebrows furrowed, why was she not speaking? She mocked his expression, making him smile again, so he repeated. "I'm Zuko, who are you?" She took a deep breath, "I'm Meifeng." He smiled at the sweetness of her voice; he bowed to her "Meifeng." When he looked back up she looked concerned again, her eyes pointed over to the fallen tree right behind him, the one he had leaned on. "Are you…. sad?" He looked back at the tree, then to her. He felt ashamed that she had seen him like that, he was strong, a prince, well used to be a prince, and now he was good, brave for making the choice of good, but she had seen him at one of his weakest points ever, he was embarrassed, and that made him angry. He decided to ignore her question, even though she did look very concerned, and it shocked him to realize that he felt comfort in her gaze, that he could trust her. But that was absurd, and he brushed that away as well.
"Where are you from?" He asked. She stared him down for a moment, surely wondering why he ignored her question. She touched the ground. "Here" and looked up to the surrounding trees and motioned with her hand to them as well. "You live here? In the forest?" She nodded, "And at the temple, but there are many people there now, I do not know them." Zuko nodded his head but didn't want to switch the subject, "Yea, so who else is with you? How long have you been here?" She shook her head, "No one else, only me, for a long time, there was only ever one other, my Yun…. But he disappeared a long time ago…" Her head lowered when she spoke of this man, but after a sigh she looked back up to Zuko. He was dumbfounded, who was this girl, why was she here? What should he do about her… she was beautiful. She stared at him; he watched as her eyes lowered down his body, she took in his eyes, his scar, his nose, his lips, his neck…. his chest, his high shoulders, his chest again, slowly rising and falling with his calm breath, his arms, strong hands gripping his knees, she looked back up to him, showing a little blush at her own actions. He found himself not wanting to speak any more, to dwell in their silence. She was so beautiful, she wore a very plain dress, just brown and a little past her knees, straps that laid over her collar bone, threatening to fall off her shoulders but her top was held tight because of the tension it had covering her breasts. Her silver eyes were large and sad, her lips so full, he let his eyes fall down, her chest rising and falling, a little faster than his own. Her breasts were so… voluptuous, he paused for a moment of self reflection and marveled at the word he managed to come up for her breasts…. Her lips were so full… He was lost in the curves of her body, he felt himself begin to get hard, he kept going back to her lips, they parted slightly and all he wanted was to slip his hard dick past her lips, they must be so soft.
"Why are you here?" her voice snapped him out of his fantasizing. His face flushed red, but she only looked confused, staring into his eyes. "Umm… *cough* I uh…. Oh! I'm here to try to make amends with … with the ones at the temple, I want to join them because one of them is the Avatar, and I want to help him defeat the Firelord… my father." She stared at him, still confused… then let out a giggle. Zuko raised his eyebrows in confusion, but couldn't help but smile, all of that did seem a bit abrupt and complex. She let her giggling run out, "I have no idea what you're talking about" she confessed with a smile. "Where are you from?" She asked. "The Fire Nation… but I left it! I mean, I'm good now." The same confusion and lighthearted ignorance shaped her face, she shook her head, "I don't know what that is" she laughed again, and he returned the laugh. "How long have you been in this forest?" He asked with concern. She shrugged her shoulders and looked to the trees that surrounded them, "I have been here ever since I can remember, since I was small and Yun took care of me… We did live deeper in the forest, but a few years ago I began my walk, and now I live here." He took it all in, especially the way she spoke, how it seemed … irregular, like someone communicating with a foreign language, he watched her hair flow and ebb with the night breeze. "You've been alone?" He could see her take a deep breath, stabilizing her emotions perhaps, "Always" she breathed out, looking down to the earth again. Now it seemed his heart throbbed, "Me too."
She looked back up to him, and that strange calming but intense silence began again. She was so beautiful, her lips so full. She leaned forward, her hand rose, she touched his scar. Usually he would flinch away, but the peace and care the emanated from her was irresistible, his want for her touch was overwhelming. She touched lightly and sweetly, beginning at his eye, slowly moving to his hair. His eyes closed at the sweetness, at the intense and alien feelings he felt for her, her touch. Her hand lowered to his shoulder. He opened his eyes, and watched as she leaned forward and onto her knees. She looked to his eyes, to his scar, to his lips and back up. His own eyes locked on her lips, his previous thought returning, but they slipped down to her neck, and to her cleavage that strained against the tight fabric of her dress. The blood rushed from his flushed face to his cock. She leaned in, but passed his lips and instead lightly kissed the corner of his scarred eye. He breathed in deep, she smelt like the trees, and flowers, and the wind. He almost gripped the back of her neck, but she pulled back away, he looked up in confusion and almost panic, and in desire of more. She smiled slightly yet there was a strong look of grim about her gaze and she stood up slowly. He watched her rise, not able to dismiss the curve of her hips. He stayed seated and stared up in wonder. Was she a spirit? Was she some goddess of beauty and passion, sent to him? He wanted her more than anything else in the world… these certain thoughts were cut off, and a thrill of excitement shot through him as her hand lowered to the end of her dress, down by her left knee, she pulled up slowly. He took in a painful gasp as he looked over her young tight thigh that was scarred. From right above her knee all the way up to the curve of her butt was scar tissue, twisted and disfigured with paleness and reddened skin, a fire burn. The feelings that raged in him were beyond description, Zuko rose up onto his knees, he put both hands on her knee and slowly moved them up. He leaned in and kissed softly the beginning of her scar, above her knee, he moved up and kissed again. His whole body was filled with some heavy enigma, such a strong emotion of passion and understanding. They knew a hint of each other's own life tormenting pain, in some way, a pain they both believed to be totally isolated in their suffering of it, and yet the lust and hunger he felt for her beauty, a beauty that brimmed with sexual substance, he wanted to touch all of her, to kiss all of her.
He looked up to the girl, she still held her dress with both hands, she looked down at him, her silver eyes stared into his and at first filled of the woe and pain of her scar, the one they shared, and yet her eyes began to smolder as the warmth of his hands spread over her. She felt the heaviness of desire fill her veins; she took a deep breath in. Zuko took pleasure in the reaction he gave her, she wanted more, just like he did. He turned back to her leg and kissed further and further up her scar. His hands halted sensuously as he came to the curve of her ass, and the other hand, on the inside, so close to her sex, he could feel her heat, his grip on her tightened. He looked back up when he heard a sharp outtake of air, her face was to the sky and she lowered her head back down, her eyes opening to him, "Zuko."
His name from her lips set him on fire, the same fire that burned in her own eyes. He slid his right hand up to cup her ass, he smiled, just as he thought, so firm and big, he grunted as he imagined grabbing it from behind. Urgently he grabbed her wrists and pulled her down to her knees. She landed with a grunt "Zuko" she panted again, with only a sliver of innocent fear. Her eyes were needy and on fire, her lips were parted. He released her wrists and trying to control himself so he would not hurt her or frighten her, and also to control the flame inside himself which literally threatened to ignite forth. Her face so close to his, her silver eyes wide and yearning so intimately. He slowly raised his hand to her cheek, running it along her cool soft skin to the back of her neck; tangling his fingers in her hair "I need you" he whispered and pressed his lips into hers. It was bliss, it was sweeter than he imagined possible. They kissed slowly but urgently, soon the urgency took over, their tongues danced together in intimate unison. She gripped his shirt; he kissed harder but pulled back abruptly as he pushed her back onto the ground. She lifted some and laced her fingers under his shirt, motioning him to take it off, he smiled and obeyed. When he had it over his head he looked down to see her biting her lip with a small smile, she sat up and ran her hands up his stomach, starting dangerously close to his throbbing cock which strained against his pants. It was his turn to turn to the sky and try to contain a moan as she moved her face just above his bulge, she kissed his hipbone, slow and soft, then licked up his abs, she held onto his hipbones as she praised the tight skin and muscles of his lower half.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to look up to him, she could see the control slipping from his eyes. He wanted so bad to pull out his dick, so hard it was hurting him, and push it past her wet wanting lips, into her hot sweet mouth. He gripped her head firm for a moment struggling not to do this, finally he lowered down and kissed her hard again, pushing her back down into the grass, he lowered himself over her, pushing open her legs, pressing his hardness onto her pelvis, she moaned and he reveled in the sound. He pinned her wrists above her head and lowered his head down to breath his hot breath onto her cool cheek and ear, "Stay down" he commanded. The thrill of the power and lust in his voice seemed to sedate her in a rousing way and she nodded.
He moved down to her neck, kissing and licking. He could hear her breathing become heavier. He released her wrists and sat up, grabbing the straps of her dress he pulled them down. She watched the hunger in his eyes blaze as he freed her breasts, he slid his hand from her neck down and gripped them roughly, more than a handful. He lowered himself back onto her, taking her hard nipple in his mouth, she gasped and one hand gripped his shoulder and the other found purchase in his hair. He kissed and licked making her writhe underneath him. After a while he pulled back again and shoved her dress up to her stomach. She thrilled at the sudden and intensely erotic exposure, as did he. He marveled for a moment at the gorgeous spirit like sexuality of this woman. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his days exploring her body and giving that deep animalistic satisfaction to her, making her feel good and receiving the bliss in return. Her hips bucked slowly in anticipation and she rose only to pull down his pants and expose his throbbing member that pulled at her desire.
He felt another surge of craving at her action and the feeling of his member so readily close to her wetness. He rubbed his fingers gently threw her folds, thrilling at the warmth and wetness that welcomed him, they begged of him. He coaxed the nerves of her warmth so intently her body jerked and squirmed to his pleasure. She moaned and panted without ability to control it, clinging to the earth and the grass, at a small moment when she could break off her spell she gazed cravingly at the site of his total sexiness and manly beauty giving her this pleasure and knowing his eagerness to move further. He lowered his face over her breasts, licking and softly biting on the way down, over her hipbones, and the tight flesh that stretched down and unto her yearning sex. He pressed his mouth against her dripping folds and eagerly licked up her tender skin and explored her being, she was extremely wet. He swooned with pleasure at the animalistic groaning she released and quickly pulled away to not send her over the edge. When her head shot up in a moment of ultimate need and want of him to bring her to that ecstasy again he grabbed her hip and fell above her, hand pounding the earth beside her head as he shoved himself instead her, at once unable to control his ache for gratification any longer. She screamed in pleasure and he rocked himself into her, never had she experienced such a moment of pure pleasure, and need, and urgency, and neither had he. She at once clung to his arm and back as he pulled back and thrust greedily inside her again. He let out a pant of desire and indulgence. He continued in a compulsory and natural rhythm that rocked their bodies and lusts in waves of need and satisfaction. He wrapped his arm under her waist and leaned in to do the same with his other arm behind her head. He needed her closer, he need to feel her breasts against his burning skin, which had teased him relentlessly undulating up and down with the effect of his fierce indulgence. She responded with the same need and clutched to his waist and back as if she would melt into him, only to hang on to her sanity amid this realm of desire. Zuko grunted, his aching of extreme gratification breathlessly beside her ear and at her approving grunts of his rough treatment, he bite down onto her neck and pushed her ever closer into his body. The waves raged too high for them both and together they exploded in an unimaginable dominion of pleasure and ecstasy that they both were drained of all energy and ability to move. He came inside her hard and in a primal way, while she tightened around him and pulled his hot cum deeper inside her. Tremors rocked them and it seemed impossible to leave the thralls of this bliss. Their breathing together finally slowed from its heavy frantic gasps to deep breathes and calming regaining rhythms with their hearts. The hearts which would never be the same, permanently altered by this encounter of its other half.