Desire

Chapter 4

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It's been a while since I updated this story, but since so many of you wanted to see more, here it is. I don't know if Chapter 4 is the end of Desire or not. I have a few ideas as to what could happen later, so I don't know if I will flesh them out or not. As always, I appreciate feedback.

Katara rubbed her eyes as she opened them. The bed she was in was far softer and more comfortable than the simple mat she slept on in the infirmary. The pillow was large and fluffy, encased in soft red silk, and the sheets that sandwiched her between them were silk as well. She moaned softly when she felt a warm body against hers, and looked down to see a muscled arm draped loosely along her hip. So it wasn't a dream...

As she shifted, she felt something graze against her shoulder, and looked down at it to see a sizable sideburn. Immediately, she stiffened, closing her eyes. Spirits, let this be a dream! Let me wake up elsewhere!, she prayed silently as she felt her pulse quicken. Why couldn't the destruction of the Northern Water Tribe and the subsequent events be nothing but a nightmare? Why did Fate have to be so cruel?

After several long moments, she opened her eyes, seeing rich shades of reds and golds. There was no denying this reality, nor of the fact that a naked male body was pressing against her own equally nude form.

Her pounding heart gradually slowed down as she allowed the grim reality of things to sink in. She had been forcefully deflowered by the Fire Lord, the very same man responsible for the ruin of her Tribe. Her fingers digging into the soft sheets, she closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. It would not do to start screaming or having a panicked fit. She had been here in Fire Nation for over a year, and she had been resigned to her fate as slave to the Fire Lord, a master that she rarely ever saw even though he had changed her life drastically..

Katara was surprised at how quickly she was able to collect herself. A year ago, finding herself in this situation would have sent her in hysterics, or a attempt to end her life.

After several long moments, she opened her eyes and let them wander over to the man responsible for all of this. Even deep in slumber, he still had a firm expression about his face, and it somehow felt appropriate to the Waterbender. His muscled arm was slung across her waist, his flesh as warm as it had been last night. Was this common among Firebenders, or was this merely her imagination, a throwback to the feel of his heated flesh against hers the night before?

And his body within hers, so hot and searing, seemingly spearing her very core over and over again with its demanding heat...

She started to wiggle away – slowly and carefully, trying not to wake him up. She had no idea what to do just now. Running away was not a option – it was obvious she was Water Tribe, and she couldn't hide the color of her eyes. She was too valued to let loose, and it would take a miracle to escape the Capitol of the Fire Nation unless she had someone helping her. And who would be willing to help a Water Tribe slave? She had nothing to offer for that help. Well, there was one thing, and it was the thing that had brought her to Zhao's bed. Would she be willing to offer it again for a chance to escape?

As if sensing her thoughts, the Fire Lord's arm tightened slightly. She stiffened and stilled, waiting for him to waken. He remained asleep, but his embrace remained possessive. Waiting patiently, she concentrated on her breathing for several long moments. When it seemed that he was not going to wake, she started to wiggle again, her rear end sliding along the soft silk as she sought to extricate herself from his grip, moving more slowly than before.

It seemed that she would finally break free, but the Fire Lord stirred, pulling her back when his hand curled around her side, and lips pressed against her shoulder.

"Mmm... did you think you could escape, my Waterbender?" he growled groggily against her skin. She swallowed before shaking her head, trying to think of a plausible excuse.

"...Forgive me, my lord. I just needed to... relieve myself." she murmured. The Fire Lord certainly wouldn't want her to make water in his bed, would he?

"Very well. Go ahead. It goes without saying that you are not to make a mess." he murmured. As if she had to be told.

The washroom was adjacent to the bedchamber, and was no less luxurious. The washroom that was part of the infirmary was functional, with a latrine and a small tub and a basin. One of her chores in the infirmary was to keep this clean. But the Fire Lord's washroom... it was like none she had ever seen. The tub was large, more than enough to accommodate the Fire Lord and a good handful of concubines. The walls and finishings were rich and ornate, with ruby and gold dragons as part of the wrought metalwork, and the latticed windows let in a good amount of light. The chamber was clearly designed for the Fire Lord, and was a far cry from squatting over the ground, or washing oneself with pond water.

It did not take her long to do what she had told the Fire Lord she would do. But the Fire Lord's seed remained within her. She had no desire to spawn a half-breed from the man who had ruined her life. She had felt a bit of it leaking out after his taking of her, and it was now dry, a few stiff white droplets on her thighs.

Her hands rested atop her womb as she tried to think of how to handle the situation. The physician in charge of her care did seem concerned about her, but she didn't want to have to rely on others constantly for help. To survive in this place, she had to be self-reliant.

Soy sauce. Perfume. Sweat. Anything that had water in it could be bended. Fire Lord Zhao was a Firebender, and his seed did feel searing when he had exploded deep within her. But the seed of a Firebender was just the same as that of any other male.

It took several moments of deep concentration. She had to look within, to focus her attention on her womb without hurting herself. There it was – the foreign presence. Closing her eyes, she homed in on it, every drop of it, before stretching her fingers downward.

Afterwards, she stood in front of the basin, staring at her reflection in the mirror. There were no obvious changes to her face or body. Of course, she knew that sex and losing one's maidenhead wouldn't cause some sort of magical metamorphosis when it came to her external appearance, but she scrutinized herself in the mirror nonetheless. Her hair was loosely rumpled, and she was naked. She had never seen herself naked before a mirror.

Yes, she had seen herself in the reflection of water as she bathed, but nothing revealed so much as a well-crafted mirror, its glass polished to a shine and the silver applied to the back with great care, revealing not one single bubble or crack. The frame was wrought gold, in the design of dragons. She looked so out of place in these posh surroundings, and she trembled slightly as she thought of her future in this place.

Feeling faint, she pumped some water out of the faucet and splashed her face with it, welcoming the sudden burst of coolness. Her eyes slid down to the water that was at the moment making its way down the drain.

"I said that you could relieve yourself. I never said anything about you playing with the water." she heard a voice rumble from behind her. In the mirror, she saw the Fire Lord standing in the doorway, still in the nude. Quickly averting her eyes downward, she murmured out the truth.

"I did do that, my lord. I... merely felt faint and needed to splash cool water on my face and hands. I humbly beg forgiveness, my lord."

There was a silence for several moments, and she closed her eyes, wondering if he would strike her for what he would surely see as 'insolence'.

"Come to bed." was all the Fire Lord had to say in response. When she opened her eyes, he was gone.

Hesitantly, she emerged from the washroom, her thin arms crossed across her chest. She stood there in the doorway, clearly hesitant to return to the bed even if the morning air chilled her nude form. Zhao was propped up against several large pillows, his head and back nestled comfortably among the thick cushions.

"Come." he whispered, though his tone remained firm, leaving no room for argument.

The young Waterbender stood there for several moments, glancing at him with trepidation.

"I won't bite. Come here." the Fire Lord added with a small smirk.

"You bite me last night." she reminded him.

"And you liked it." he responded, his smirk widening. She had no response to that and merely shook her head weakly in a unconvincing denial of his statement.

"Come." he commanded once more. Her steps, quiet and hesitant, brought her to the bed. Strong hands reached out to grasp her sides, and she found herself pulled onto the soft comforter. His body radiated warmth, and she found herself turned around so that her back was pressed against his chest. His hands slid along her body, strong but gentle, spreading their warmth along her skin.

The same man who had seen fit to bring her Tribe to its knees by brute force was now exploring her body almost lovingly, and she could not help but groan softly as a breast was squeezed and kneaded.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered into her ear hotly, his breath tickling the lobe.

"I miss my home." she whispered before she could stop herself. Zhao did not stop his administrations, relishing the feel of her soft rear end in his lap as a hand rubbed her stomach. SO she missed that pitiful city in the ice? She would get over it soon enough. She was being treated well enough here, and she would learn to appreciate what she had been given. Though it was a fact that many people called him a hardnose, and he did lead many campaigns of destruction during his career, he wasn't completely heartless. Besides, he was enjoying himself too much at the moment to think of much else.

Pulling his mind back from affairs of state and his past deeds, he trailed idle patterns along Katara's smooth stomach with his fingers before they trailed upward to her arm. Her skin tingled from the touch, and she closed her eyes again. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips when his lips ghosted along her shoulder.

"Mmm. You like that, don't you?" he asked softly.

Deciding to not resist when he obviously knew the answer, she nodded out a yes. He smiled a bit against her shoulder before his fingers slid back down, trailing along her side and hip. There was no resistance on her part, and he was pleased to feel her relaxing.

His touches felt good. But Katara would die before she said it out loud. Whatever he wished to do, she would simply relax. That had a better outcome than fighting against him, and she would eventually return to the infirmary and be rid of him.

"So lovely." the Fire Lord growled, his lips against the side of her neck, feeling her pulse. His hand trailed lower, along her lower stomach and through the small thatch of wiry brown hair that sat just above her slit.

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"Mmm. Mine. All mine." Zhao growled, almost more to himself. Katara chose to not respond to his claim, and her cheeks were wet with tears as she collected herself.

Zhao noted her tears but said nothing about it. She had enjoyed herself, that much was clear. Let her cry all she wanted.

Lifting himself off her lithe frame, he climbed off the bed and went to the washroom without further ado. Katara did not move. The Fire Lord had not told her to leave, and she assumed that he had had to relieve himself just as she had to do. Besides, the silk was comfortable, and she concentrated on how it felt against her body as she slowed her breathing and heartbeat. Her skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and the bite that he had just given her gave her a dull ache at the location.

After a couple of minutes, he returned to the bed. She felt his weight settle onto the mattress.

He looked down at her, letting her calm herself as one of his hands caressed her back and rear end, enjoying the feel of it. He had enjoyed this one immensely, in a way that he had not enjoyed with his other conquests. She belonged to him.

When he left his apartment, she would go back to the infirmary to work, as he did not wish to waste her talents or turn her into some pampered toy. But he could always call her back. He loved the warmth of her body against him, her soft mocha skin, the way she tasted and smelled...

Soon enough he stopped stroking her, and slid off the bed. She glanced at him curiously, unsure of if she was to stay where she was.

"You may go to the infirmary. You were brought here for your talents, and they will not go wasted." he stated coolly, as if his dalliance with her was nothing. Of course he had enjoyed himself, but he was the Fire Lord, and she was a slave. She could not be allowed to think that she had too much value to him.

Katara blinked and without a word slowly climbed off the bed, finding her discarded clothing and getting dressed, feeling self conscious under his gaze.

With a quick bow and the proper farewell words to her lord, she retreated from the Fire Lord's chambers.

Perhaps once she was out of his sight, he would forget her and find another conquest for tonight. With that in mind, she felt better after taking a quick bath after having submitted to a examination from the physician, and went around her work as usual. But after dinner, a summons came to her again in the form of a guard and she trembled slightly.

The doors to the Fire Lord's chambers were opened as she approached by stony-faced guards, and she swallowed as they closed behind her.

The Fire Lord was dressed more casually, having come out of his bath. He was reclined on his bed. Katara quickly dropped to her knees and gave him the correct obeisance and greetings.

"Stand." Zhao ordered. In silence, she rose to her feet, her hands at her sides, her eyes averted in the way that she had been taught.

"You know why you have been summoned, don't you?"

"You want my warmth."

"Your warmth. Such a nice way of putting it. Yes. I want it, and you shall give it to me."

She dared herself to lift her eyes, and she saw a smirk on his face.

"Come here. You know my touches feel good. Don't deny it, Waterbender."

Her cheeks flush with shame, she nodded weakly.

"I cannot deny it, my lord."

Spirits save her.