A/N: Hello my freaky darlings. Hope all of you are enjoying a holiday break from school or work or whichever. I'm thrilled with the feedback I got from Chapter One, so here I give you Chapter Two, which is the "meat and potatoes" of the whole story. Also, this is where the story becomes RATED M so please, please, please, PLEASE, do not be alarmed when the lemons start dropping. Other than that, there will be a Chapter Three after this and then the story will be complete. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: As I said before, this story is now rated M. Please proceed with that in mind.

Previously…

Unfortunately for Katara, the Wolf Moon had made its presence known to her at the most inopportune time, and she knew come sunrise she was going to have some major explaining to do.

Wolf Moon, Part II

Why did that Firebending idiot always have to sneak up on her?

O.o Earlier that day o.O

Katara was practicing her bending in the courtyard of the temple, unaware that a sneaky Fire Prince—and a Wolf Moon—were about to pounce on her like a panther pounces on a defenseless deer.

The Waterbender was in the midst of practicing with a modified form of the Octopus when suddenly a powerful scent overcame her senses like a water-whip to the face. The Waterbender inhaled sharply as a reflex to the sudden invasion, her senses instantly perking up with delight and her body purring with newfound pleasure. The scent was musky, spicy with a powerful hint of smoke—

Katara gasped, spinning her body around in time to see Zuko walk from the shadows of a pillar into the light, his features coming into sharp focus. Katara felt her gaze darken as she honed in on him, her body recognizing a male and her mind screaming in resistance.

What is happening…?

Zuko stopped several feet away from her, shooting her a queer look. Before looking at him, the water she had been bending had gone erratic and uncontrolled before splashing around her as she turned around and stared at him. "Are you alright, Katara?"

She barely heard him. Had his lips always been so full? Do his eyes always glow that bright in the sunlight? Since when did his hair seem to shine so much in its rays? Katara felt herself lick her lips before she could stop the action. Immediately Zuko's eyes, those fiery, golden orbs of molten—Gaah stop it!—widened as he stared down at her with such intensity.

"Katara?" He said again and yes, she did notice how his voice got deeper when he said her name.

It took an incredible amount of willpower the Waterbender did not know she possessed to physically shake herself of her stupor. She swallowed and smiled weakly at the Firebender, "I'm fine, Zuko, just startled is all."

"Uh huh…maybe you should get some rest then." He said, disbelief coating his words. In hindsight, she did not believe her own lie either. Since when did she become so transparent?

"Actually I'd rather spar if you're available," she responded smoothly. Internally, though, her mind screamed in futile resistance.

What was she doing? Spar with Zuko? Stare at Zuko like being lascivious was a daily occurrence for her? Flirt with him? What had gotten over her?

Zuko may have paused all of seven seconds before agreeing to spar with her. Perfect. The two benders separated from one another a suitable distance apart before each dropping into a loose, ready stance for bending.

It was at that moment that several realizations hit Katara at once, all lending themselves to the crystal clarity that explained her odd behavior. She noticed the pull of the Moon, as she always did, when she opened herself up to her bending. However…the Waterbender realized in horror that she had been feeling the Moon's presence the entire time before she opened her senses to her element. That meant, as it only could, that the Moon was full tonight and incredibly strong. Only one full moon out of the entire year ever had such a powerful effect on Waterbenders:

The Wolf Moon.

Suddenly it all made sense. Her strong desire to bend constantly, her amorous gaze lingering on anything male that passed by her, her strange behavior, her queer wish to spend more than a brief moment in Zuko's presence. She was feeling the effects of the Wolf Moon and as far as it was concerned: there was no discriminating when it came to an available male.

Spirits…!

Before Katara could halt the spar before it began, Zuko attacked, sending a blast of fire her way that she had no choice but to dodge and retaliate against.

…maybe she did not have to retaliate, but Spirits if she suddenly did not want to put her all into this fight.

The water-whip that parried the blast of fire erupted in a burst of steam on contact. This blocked each bender from view for the briefest of moments before Katara drew the moisture from the air and revealed the Firebender sprinting toward her at full speed, preparing for what was beginning to look like a massive offensive. The Waterbender's eyes dilated…her subconscious pleased that this male was putting his all into this battle as well. Not one to ever back down from an offensive attack, Katara swept her arms in a circle around her body, drawing the moisture from the air surrounding the benders toward her in the hopes of gaining enough water to freeze the approaching male to the ground and deal with him properly.

Her instinct's desires backfired. Badly.

The moisture the Waterbender had been drawing from the air hit Zuko's body before it could come to her. Zuko's body, being that of a Firebender and that of a Firebender who was feeling a little hotter than usual thanks to the spar and the attractive woman whom he was sparring with, upon colliding with the moisture from the air instantly turned all of it into steam.

Katara gasped in surprise, one moment she had been staring into those honeyed depths racing toward her, her mind arguing with her instincts on what she would want to do to him first upon immobilizing him and the next moment she was completely surrounded by a thick fog of steam, unable to see her own hand in front of her face.

The Waterbender quieted her breathing and listened intently; she knew full well this spar was not over and the Fire Prince would waste no time in taking advantage of this momentary distraction. Just as Katara rose her arms to dissipate the fog a very solid, very strong, very male body collided with hers and both benders went crashing to the ground, the air whooshing from the Waterbender's lungs when the Fire Prince's weight crushed hers.

Instantly Zuko had a hold of Katara's wrists in both his hands while his powerful legs locked together on either side of hers to keep her from kicking him off. His hips—although this may have been unintentional—were a heavy and steady weight upon hers, preventing her from bucking him off should she wish to—she did not.

"Yield, peasant," he growled into her ear, his breath tickling her. In hindsight, Katara would recognize that she had taken this action entirely out of context and completely misinterpreted it. Of course he had been teasing her and of course he was only restraining her to ensure his victory in their spar…

Too bad the Firebender was unaware that he had her right where she wanted to be. Too bad the Waterbender had not realized how badly she wanted to be there.

Her blood pumping through her veins in a rapid staccato, Katara grinned wickedly despite the fog separating them from sight and leaned closer to the scarred side of the Prince's face. "Make me, Prince Zuko," her tongue darted from her lips to lick blindly at the shell of his ear, his entire body flinching in surprise and causing his hips to buck against hers. The Waterbender used this lapse in his concentration to break her legs out of his grip and wrap them around his waist, digging her heels into his rear to pull him closer to that spot that only her instincts were aware of at the moment…and her instincts wanted him there.

"Katara…?" The way he hissed her name; the alarm, confusion, doubt and anger…? These were enough to break the Waterbender free of the hold the Wolf Moon had on her body. A less compassionate Waterbender would not have near the restraint a Master would.

Katara froze, realizing the position she was in and the danger Zuko was in. Several things happened in the next moment, most of which Zuko had a hard time keeping up with since he assumed he was delirious—he must be or Katara would never behave in such a way.

The Waterbender flipped them over, Zuko landing on his back with little resistance. Before springing back and bolting away from the Firebender like he was diseased, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek to his chest, whispering a muffled 'I'm so sorry.' The Fire Prince lay on the Temple courtyard for several moments after Katara left, the steam beginning to dissipate around him and reveal his dazed state for all to see. There was no questioning it anymore, that did just happen. Katara had come on to him with a desire he had never before seen in a woman—like she truly wanted him.

It was that realization that made Zuko spring to his feet and run to his rooms. He was going to find her and he was going to finish what she began.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Katara collapsed in a clearing of the woods she had been running through—her breathing coming in short, gasping pants from the distance she had gone. She was certain she had run a good three or four miles, looking back she could no longer see the light coming from the Western Air Temple.

After a moment the Waterbender stood, raising her face to the sky and inhaling deeply through her nose, scenting the air. It was odd for her to do so; she typically never relied on this particular sense, nor had it ever been as powerful as it was now, but after several days of knowing when a male was approaching just by the way her nose would tickle, Katara figured trusting her sense may save someone from coming across her when the Wolf Moon peaked.

Opening her eyes, Katara gasped when she realized she had less than ten minutes until she was lost in the madness of the full moon. She began to glance around nervously, praying to the Spirits there were no roads or villages nearby where someone might see or hear her. She was thankful her friends were not an issue—holing herself up in her room and feigning 'female problems' would keep them from knocking on her door for a good while.

The Waterbender settled herself down in the center of the clearing—bathed in the brightest moonlight—content in the knowledge that she was far from any village or any passersby. She lay on her back, arms tucked under her head and her ankles crossed as she gazed up at the Spirit that taught her people Waterbending, wondering what would happen to her when the moon peaked. She was alone so she felt better knowing no one was in any danger of her, but what would she do? She was taught how to isolate herself should she travel alone when the Wolf Moon began, but was never told what happened to a lone Waterbender on this night.

Katara closed her eyes and focused on her body, wanting to remember her first experience of this particular full moon. For the moment, she noticed her body seemed to hum, as if she had too much pent up energy for what her little body could handle. It was the tautness of a stringed instrument the moment before its player plucks, releasing a consonance of sound orchestrated to perfection. It was beautiful, the energy dancing through her, so beautiful it made her want to dance.

A part of her was sad she had to be alone. She would have enjoyed sharing what she was experiencing with someone else, painting with words so they could see what she felt, sense what she did, feel as she could. Despite that, she was glad she was surrounded by her element. She was several miles away from any ocean and not within sensing range of any smaller body of water, but she felt the fluids in her own body pushing and pulling with the influence of the moon. She felt the moisture in the air, the grass she lay upon, the trees surrounding her; she felt all of it and the life her element was able to support. It made her feel more alive than ever before.

Suddenly a noise to her left startled her from her reverie and she bolted upright, sniffing the air.

A male was approaching.

Katara gasped, no, no no! She had been so sure she was far enough that no one would discover her! She did not have to look up to know with grave certainty that the Wolf Moon was at its peak. With every inhalation through her nose, with every step the male took closer to her, she could detect such minute details about him just by the smell. She thought him freshly bathed, an underlying musky smell was overly concealed by a fresh, clean scent. This made it difficult to determine if it was one of her friends or not; all the males in their group—save Sokka—were benders and would smell greatly of their own element. She detected nothing with this male. No air, no earth, no fire. That meant it was a stranger and that meant this person was in danger of her bending.

She called out to the intruder desperately. "Whoever you are, please leave this area!"

Katara could now hear the footsteps of the approaching male and whimpered, her body's need coming to life with the decreasing distance between them. Should she run? No…she could not—even though she wanted to protect the life of this strange male with all her heart, her body had a different agenda concerning him. She no longer had control over her actions, her thoughts even began to seem so foreign to her. Her mind calculated rapidly the most effective way to seize this male and take him—ensuring little resistance. Her body operating on instincts, Katara fled to the concealing bushes to her left, silent as a panther, and watched the male enter the clearing in the next moment.

Curious, her mind absently thought, this man is dressed as if he were a thief. I shall enjoy punishing him for his crimes. The male was of a large, muscular build, garbed in all black and moved nearly as silently as she. There were two swords strapped to his back, the hilts protruding over his left shoulder. The Waterbender gazed curiously at this male; he wore a mask depicting a water demon, a blue face forever frozen in a vicious snarl. He stalked to the center of the clearing and crouched to the ground, his fingers grazing the grass where she had just lain before his head whipped in her direction. The Waterbender's eyes dilated, this male is a prize…

He knew where she was hiding; there was no longer any purpose to concealing herself. The thought crossed her mind to use Bloodbending and be done with the whole business, but the pull of the Wolf Moon banished the thought. The Waterbender wanted to play with her food before she devoured it. She rushed toward him from the brush, making no effort to silence her steps and pulled the water from the wilderness around her, making a large water whip that whirled around her. The male started when she burst from the trees to his right with a shout, he reached for his broadsword to defend himself, but it was too late. A rush of water slammed into his body with such force, he was pushed several hundred feet before his back collided painfully with the trunk of a large tree and was frozen to the spot from his chest, down. His body temperature instantly rose in reaction to the extreme cold encasing him, an instinctual attempt to free himself.

Zuko drew his breath in short gasps, the wind having been knocked out of him from the impact. Agni…something powerful had definitely come over her. The Fire Prince realized she may not be in the same condition she had left him in…perhaps coming out here was a mistake.

He suddenly saw a movement in front of him. Katara casually strode toward him from the darkness into the moonlight that shone through the branches. She stopped, tipping her face toward the light with her eyes closed and—Is she sniffing the air?

Zuko continued questioning his reasoning for coming out here in the first place. Sure, he had wanted to confront her…ask her what her issue was…perhaps assist her in resolving this "issue" in the same manner in which she started it. However, he was beginning to think his physical well being depended on leaving well enough alone.

The Fire Prince's heart pounded, threatening to jump out of his chest as the Waterbender's eyes fell upon him. There was a feral gleam in her eye, a dangerous hunger the Firebender feared might end his life. Whatever Katara was going through, Zuko very much doubted she liked him enough to let him come out of it breathing. Once his masked was removed, he was sure it would be curtains for this little affair.

Zuko looked down to check the progress of the melting ice, assuming his rising body temperature had melted enough of the ice to where he could free one or both of his hands. However, to the Firebender's horror, he realized the ice had not melted a single inch. As quickly as the ice was melting, the powerful Waterbender was causing the water to freeze again and again. Agni…

"So…you're a Firebender?" a sultry voice whispered to him. Zuko winced when his erection collided with the ice surrounding him. It seemed as if just her voice was sufficient enough to undo him…making her job all the easier and making him look pathetic. Katara's features darkened, her grin turning malicious as her gaze pinpointed on his face as if she could see straight through the mask that was doing a horrible job hiding who he really was. "That's good…at least now I don't have to worry about any lingering…guilt…after this night."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Zuko's expectations for what would occur when he found Katara fled like an Airbender in a fight and left him with the heavy realization that he was beaten…and probably dead.

The Waterbender's eyes flickered to his frozen hands—which had been arrested of movement directly in front of him—before tilting her head up with a smirk. Zuko's hands then began to move, as if someone grabbed them within the ice until his arms were stretched behind him on either side of the tree. His knuckles barely grazed together before his hands were once again immobile and the ice that surrounded his body…vanished.

The slack-jawed prince felt proud somewhere in the back of his subconscious that he was fortunate enough to see Katara at her best. She was indeed a Master, but to move someone within solid ice? To make solid ice vanish without a trace of steam or vapor? He was utterly and completely terrified of this girl.

Now that his body—save for his hands—was bare (and freakishly dry), the Waterbender was suddenly before him, invading his personal space and lowering herself to her knees. No longer having the ice to hide his desire, the Prince's obvious arousal tented his trousers, reaching toward her for her touch and making him ache. Katara's eyes were transfixed on his erection, a pink tongue darting across her bottom lip. Zuko groaned, making no attempt to hide the sound. He only hoped if the Waterbender did intend to kill him, she also intended to take advantage of him first.

He flinched when he felt the first feather-light touch of her hands on his thighs, slowly making their way to the fastenings of his pants. Looking down his chest at her, Zuko found himself bared before her eyes when his pants crumpled at his ankles. The Waterbender wasted no time, her tongue darted out of those lips again and swiping across the tip of his erection. He hissed in a ragged breath, his back arching off the tree as much as possible, hips thrusting toward her with his need. Katara's tongue circled the head of his erection before taking him to the hilt into her mouth.

"Ungh! Agni!"

He could tell right away that her lips and tongue were not the only things dancing around his cock as she tasted him—she was manipulating her saliva, making it swirl around his cock in ways that made his eyes roll back into his head and his lungs deflate. He ignored the tightening grip of her hands on his thighs and bucked his hips into her mouth in a staccato that was as ragged as his breathing. If he died now, a banished prince wearing a water tribe demon mask with his pants tangled around his feet and his body arched in probably the most wanton position ever—he would die a happy man as long as he could remain inside the wet sheath of her mouth.

No sooner did this realization enter his mind and roll around happily in the pleasurable sensations, the wonderful wet sheath disappeared and an uncomfortable and unwelcome blast of cold air manhandled his cock. Zuko yelped in a very un-prince-like manner before opening his eyes to see where the Waterbending vixen went.

His heart nearly stuttered out at the sight before him.

Katara was completely naked, her back to him and still very much in his personal space—her arms reaching up behind her to grasp the back of his head as she ground her bottom into his cock. Dear Agni…The moonlight bathing her skin seemed to make her glow, her appearance almost ethereal as she slid her hands down his head and onto her body, gripping her own breasts and making his hands twitch, wishing it were his that touched her so. She arched her back, pushing her bottom into his groin and bending forward slowly.

What is she…Oh. Dear. Agni.

His erection, painfully straight as it was, slid down the cleft of her ass at a tantalizing pace, as she moved forward away from him. A throaty moan came from the Waterbender as his cock disappeared between her cheeks and slid forward between her thighs. Unable to help himself, Zuko thrust forward, her thighs sheathing him tightly and his head colliding with the center of her pleasure. Katara gasped, arching her back and howling her desire to the moon above them. The sensation bursting from the depths of her belly were unlike anything she could have imagined and she wanted more.

Completely over the idea of taking her time and playing with the Firebender, the Waterbender created an ice pillar to lean herself on, pulled her hips forward before allowing the Firebender slow entrance inside of her. Zuko gritted his teeth together, wanting so badly to thrust to the hilt inside of her, but unable to fight the sneaky Bloodbending maneuver she pulled on him to keep him from doing exactly that. He felt the tip of his cock slowly come to the barrier that spoke of her innocence and was floored when the Waterbender wasted no time in slamming her hips back into his and sheathing him completely.

They both howled.

Katara kept a white-knuckle grip on the ice supporting her weight, biting her lip as no pain but pleasure overcame her and made her knees weak. She wanted this, she wanted him, and she feared what would happen should she not reach the completion she only knew was forthcoming. Zuko felt the moment he had control over his blood again, pulling back and thrusting his hips against hers. Katara cried out, something that vaguely sounded like 'more' being shouted at him or the moon or the trees or whatever would give her what she wanted.

Zuko immediately began thrusting over and over again into the Waterbender, their skin slapping together and their cries of pleasure echoing around them in the forest. This was not the most ideal position for the Fire Prince—bound to a tree with a beautiful woman backed up on his erection and the ache of an orgasm creeping up his sacs—however at that moment Zuko would break his own arms so long as could stay this way for a little while longer.

Thankfully for the aching Prince, Katara began pushing against his thrusts, needing that spot to be hit…yeesss… The Waterbender matched his pace, thrusting her hips backward, arching her back and lifting her face toward the moon. She opened her eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of the Spirit her people revered before she was blinded by an eruption from her center that shook her entire body and wrenched a throaty howl from her.

The Waterbender slammed back into Zuko as her release swept over her, her tight sheath milking his cock and sending the Prince over the edge with a wordless shout, his body stiffening, straining against his icy bonds. The Firebender slumped against the tree, his body spent. His breathing labored, Zuko opened his eyes to find Katara's rear still pressed firmly against his groin, her hips still rocking into his.

Then he realized he was still hard inside her.

You deviant little Bloodbender…

Knowing he was not going to orgasm again despite her liquid manipulation of his cock, the Fire Prince had the thought to buck her off of him out of sheer principle—and an attempt to try and take control of the situation—when she slammed her hips into his and another wave of release crashed over her. Her back arching against him, her mouth open as she cried out, her fingers cracking the ice supporting her—she was beautiful to watch. In the part of his mind that wasn't in a pleasure-induced fog, Zuko realized he may never get the opportunity to see Katara like this again—free, wild, unabashed, gloriously bare before him. After tonight, she would be herself again and he would still be the Fire Prince supposedly responsible for the Fire Nation killing her mother, or he'd be dead because she was going to kill him when she was done.

Either outcome did not appeal to him, and it was with that thought Zuko thrust inside of her once more as she began to come down from the pleasure-created euphoria she had been in. To the Firebender's delight, she came again, screaming her release to the sky and clenching around him.

Zuko did this two more times before his flesh began to ache from overuse and his arms were numb from strain. He lay against the tree, most of his weight being supported by it while his legs shook. He vaguely felt Katara come off him with a sigh, wincing as his flaccid member fell against his belly, sore from their activities. The Prince opened his eyes to see what state the Waterbender was in when he suddenly yelped in surprise to find her nose to mask with him, a fresh, deviant look in her eye once more. He swallowed nervously—so she was going to kill him.

Shocking him, Katara kissed the frozen grin of the mask before whispering, "Good night, Firebender."

And then all went black.

A/N: I certainly will not be suffering from any lingering guilt over such a cliffhanger considering the whopping lemon you were just served! Hope you all enjoyed!