Chapter 6 - Part 2

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As the high of her orgasm tapered away to reality, Kita felt the tip of Hakoda's shaft nudging her entrance and suddenly became apprehensive about going further. Not only because of the enormity of what was about to happen—her losing her virginity—but also because of the enormity of him.

Her stare dropped between their bodies to where they were about to join. There was no way he was going to fit that inside her.

Kita figured she must look as nervous as she felt because Hakoda whispered against her ear, "I wish I can say to you that it won't hurt this first time, but that would be a lie. But I will say that I'll as go as slow and gentle as I possibly can."

Her fear began melting away, especially when she felt Hakoda's tongue laving her outer ear. "Promise?"

"I promise."

She canted her hips toward him, her entrance swallowing the tip of his cock. Just a little stretching, but nothing too painful. "I do want this," she said more to herself than him. "I want you."

"You'll get it, baby."

Kita closed her eyes as his thick shaft eased into her, trying not to wince as her virgin passage was stretched and filled for the first time. She found the slight sting bearable, even mildly pleasurable. As soon as she'd grown used to it, though, he stopped.

Puzzled, Kita opened her eyes. Above her, Hakoda's face was a tortured mask, much like it had been when she'd licked him earlier.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" If this was it, then sex was highly over-rated.

"I'm hurting you."

Spirits, could the man get any sweeter? "You're not."

He shook his head, sweat breaking out over his brow. "Not in all the way. Haven't broken you yet."

He hadn't? Kita kissed his lips, tasting herself on them. "I trust you, Hakoda. Take what you need from me. Fuck me."

Using that word made her blush, but she'd seen how he reacted to it last night in the kitchen—it transformed him into something wild and untamed, like he'd die if he didn't get inside her. Kita wanted to make him that way again.

Hakoda didn't disappoint.

With a growl, he drove himself the rest of the way into her, obliterating the last shred of her virginity with one brutal thrust. Kita bit her lip to keep from crying out at the pain, but her eyes weren't on the same page as her mouth. Tears quickly filled them and spilled over her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby, so sorry," Hakoda whispered as he kissed away her tears, his cock still buried inside her.

Kita shook her head, not wanting an apology. While having him inside her, filling her up like this hurt, it also felt incredible at the same time. Like being inside her was where Hakoda was meant to be.

"I... I'm okay. But is this... it?"

He chuckled against her cheek while his lips continued to attend to her escaped tears. "Not even close. It gets better. Much better." Then his hips began to move.

And all her pain was forgotten.

Holding on to Hakoda's back was all Kita could manage as he rode her. With each slow stroke he'd power into her, stretching her beyond comprehension, hitting nerve endings she had no idea she even had. She barely had the chance to catch her breath when he pulled out, leaving her body hollow and lonely and begging for more. But the emptiness didn't last long because he immediately slid back into her so she could experience the glorious sensation over and over and over.

Instinctively, her hips started to rock into his, meeting him with each thrust, bringing his cock even farther inside her. Farther than she thought it possible. Kita couldn't believe her body was able to take all of him, but it did, and it wanted more. She wanted more. More of everything. Her hands slid down his sweat-slicked back and grabbed onto his ass cheeks, encouraging him. Holding him.

"Like in my dreams..."

Kita didn't know she'd said the words aloud until Hakoda lifted the face that had been buried in her hair. He stilled within her, his blue eyes searching hers. "You dreamed of... me? Last night?"

Spirits, Kita didn't want to go there. Not now, when things were so perfect. But with Hakoda being so close, so much a part of her, she knew she couldn't lie to him either.

"I did," she answered, hoping he wouldn't press for details. She'd already discovered Hakoda had some pretty sneaky tactics up his sleeve.

But he didn't press and there were no tricks. As he stared down at her, his tanned skin covered with sweat, something flickered is his eyes, a look that spoke of lust and need and possession. His look made Kita feel raw and vulnerable and she knew that no matter what happened after this week in the Fire Nation or whether she saw Hakoda again or not, she'd never forget the way he was looking at her right now.

Like she was entirely, irrefutably... his.

Hakoda hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and began to pound into her harder, deeper, owning more and more of her body and her soul with every stroke. Though the house was full of tribesmen, it was as if nothing but the two of them existed, locked in the cocoon of this tiny bedroom. Locked in each others bodies. Kita never knew making love could feel so intimate, so intense, so—

"...beautiful," she finished on an exhale, knowing she probably sounded corny.

But Hakoda smiled that smile. The one that hooked her from the first time she'd seen him, only this one had a slightly wicked curve to it. "Then show me, baby. Come for me."

He reached between their bodies and found her clitoris, pressing rough, quick circles. Her body obeyed his command and fragmented as an orgasm barreled over her with such force, she saw stars. She heard herself cry out his name, along with a few other very unladylike utterances.

But her crudity only seemed to inflame Hakoda more. He rose to his knees and grabbed onto her hips, slamming into her without mercy. His cock hit her womb with each forceful thrust, taking her pleasure higher. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh and the bed legs scraping across the floor filled the room. And, somewhere in the throes of her release, Kita swore she heard thunder. It seemed right considering the storm of ecstasy Hakoda was creating within her.

His body tensed and a wave of pleasured pain broke over his face as he finally let himself go. Kita felt his hot semen filling her to capacity and spilling down the insides of her thighs. A quick flash of worry crossed her mind that his seed might take root, but oddly the idea of having Hakoda's child seemed right too.

With a grunt of her name, he gave her one more thrust then collapsed on top of her. They lay together in a heap of sweating limbs as more thunder rumbled. It hadn't been her imagination.

"I broke my promise... I didn't go slow." His voice was breathless next to her ear, muffled by the pillow. "It's been a while."

"I think I can forgive you." As soon as she could figure out how to walk again.

Chuckling, he rolled to his back, taking her with so she was on top of him. His cock was still semi-hard inside her and she felt it twitch when his gaze swept over her breasts.

"And I'm already looking forward to it." His blue eyes filled with concern and shot back to her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No apologies." Kita canted her hips, moaning with pleasure as he moved inside her channel. "Besides, it's a good kind of hurt."

He toyed with her braid, wrapping the end around his index finger. "Maybe I can kiss it for you and make it better."

Kita tried her best to look scandalized, although she wanted his mouth down there again too. Geez, she'd only had sex with him once and already she was turning into a nympho. But then she'd been addicted to Hakoda before she even met him so maybe she already was one. "Any more of that talk and we're never going to leave this bedroom."

"Actually, that's the idea." He pulled her down to plant a trail of wet kisses along her neck up to her chin. His lips had her heated up for more in no time. "But first I'd like to know how you've managed to dream of me when we just met yesterday."

Kita froze, her arousal fizzling away to nothing. She should lie, she knew she should. It would be the easy thing to do and she had no desire to ruin this perfect moment. Yet when she opened her mouth, what came out was, "I met you long before yesterday, Hakoda."

Then, as a torrent of rain began to fall outside, she told him everything.

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Hakoda lay in silence, staring at the ceiling as Kita told him the events that led up to her coming to the Fire Nation.

She told him of the time she'd almost died trying to save her brother when they were only seven, of her discovery of her gift a half a year later, and of the countless times she'd used it. Prophetic hands...a gift from Tui and La, although Kita referred to them as a curse.

Then she went on, explaining about the pain in her hands she'd been experiencing for the past month and of the vision the Spirits had shared with her—of him—and what that meant. He was going to die soon, or come pretty damned close.

Kita's story explained away the mystery surrounding her and her eagerness to touch him—and her willingness to be touched by him as well. Hakoda wasn't sure how he should react, but he knew how he felt... confused, overwhelmed, and a little angry.

How else was he supposed to feel when he'd been lied to?

Talk about a buzz kill.

When Kita finished, she sat up, her cool blue eyes boring into him like twin icebergs.

He tried to look anywhere but at her, especially since she was doing nothing to hide those distracting breasts, and kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling. A few uncomfortable moments of silence passed, the rain providing too peaceful of a background considering the turmoil inside him.

"Hakoda, please say something," her soft voice broke through the stillness.

"What can I say?" he asked bitterly.

"I don't know. That you understand." She shrugged, seeming too casual about the fact that he was marked for death by the Spirits. "Or maybe that you don't. Anything."

No, Hakoda didn't understand. If what she said was true, why didn't Arnook tell Hakoda himself? Something like this required action, not secrecy. Hakoda was now considered one of the world leaders. Why all the confidentiality?

Because Kita's story is a bald-faced lie...

The words slipped out before he could stop them. "If you wanted to get me in bed, you could have just asked me without coming up with this insane story to justify it. I would have said yes."

Kita recoiled in the best act of being offended Hakoda had ever seen. "You think I... that I made this up just to seduce you?"

"It looks that way on my end. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I was told not to. By Arnook."

"Can he corroborate your story?" Hakoda countered. He would bet his war hammer the answer was no.

"Forget it." He saw tears form in her eyes before she turned away and sprung from the bed, wrapping her robe over her. "Just forget I ever told you a thing. Forget any of this ever happened."

"It's too late for that. We both know it." He grasped her elbow, hoping to pull her back into bed. "All we can do now is talk about what comes next."

She jerked he elbow away and spun to face him, making no attempt to wipe the tears on her cheeks away. "No, Hakoda. What I know is that I made a mistake. One that I don't want to repeat, so there will be no more talking and no 'next.'" She picked up his pants and threw them at him. "I want you to leave."

Someone rapped at the door. Neither of them bothered to answer it.

He stood up, not caring about putting his clothes on. "Kita... please."

Kita shut her eyes. "Leave. Now."

"I know you're not sleeping in there. I can hear you talking. Both of you." Kenji's deep voice filtered through the door. "If you don't open up, I'm breaking this down."

Kita wiped her eyes and went for the door.

Caring about his nakedness now that six and a half feet of pissed off Kenji stood on the other side of the door, Hakoda grabbed the sheet from the bed. He haphazardly wrapped it around his waist just as Kita cracked the door a few inches.

Ignorant of his sister's privacy, Kenji flung it open and barged in, his blue eyes narrowing on Hakoda and his state of undress. "What the hell is going on in here? The whole damn house could hear you guys."

Hakoda winced. He hadn't thought about the thin walls. Or what her brother would think. Only his cock and getting it inside Kita.

"If you have to ask that, then I pity poor Mina," Kita replied nonchalantly, though a blush rose to her cheeks in contradiction.

"This is nothing to joke about." Kenji closed the door, glaring at the bed that had been relocated a foot from their lovemaking and the bloodstained sheets from Kita's broken maidenhead. "If you two just did what I assume you did, then you can kiss your chances of getting married good-bye."

Kita held her hands to her temples. "Spirits, I don't need this. Not right now."

Hakoda heard the tears in her voice and fought the urge to scoop her up in his arms to comfort her, regardless of what happened between them before Kenji came into the bedroom. He didn't believe her story—what man would?—but he wasn't going to push her away because of it, either.

Kenji moved further into the room, putting himself between his sister and Hakoda. "No, what you need is a good spanking. Arnook is livid."

Now Hakoda also fought the urge to kick Kenji's ass.

The redness on her face deepened as anger filled her eyes. "I don't care what he thinks or what you think. I'm grown woman, not some child for you to keep on a leash. I'm fully capable of making my own choices, whether or not you like them. And in case you hadn't noticed, bachelors at the North Pole aren't exactly lining up to marry me. What does it matter to you?"

"But what about Hahn?" Kenji asked.

Kita held up her hand as if to block the question. "Now is not the right time to talk about this."

"Yes it is," both Kenji and Hakoda said at the same time.

Kenji whirled and shot him a don't-fuck-with-me look, then turned back to Kita. "I want to know what Hakoda intends to do now that he's ruined you for any other man."

Hakoda winced again. Ruined? What an arcane and derogatory term to use for what he and Kita had just shared, though right now it seemed more than appropriate. "Actually, I was hoping that Kita could—"

Kita didn't let him finish. "There will never be another man for me to 'ruined' for, so you can save the nobility for someone else. Like Mina." Kita got in her brother's face, poking her finger into his chest, both of them seeming to forget Hakoda was even in the room. "You're one to talk about having sex before marriage. From the noises coming from your room the night you got back—Oh, yes, Kenji, more—you've ruined her too."

It was Kenji's turn to blush. "That's different. I proposed marriage to her father the day I got back. He agreed."

"You guys are engaged?"

"Yep."

All fury melted from her face and she launched herself at her brother. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Mina made me agree not to announce it until I got back. She wanted to be there when you found out. Sorry... her orders. You know how she can be. But we're not talking about me here. You already have someone who—"

"Congratulations, Kenji," Hakoda cut in, wanting to end this uncomfortable conversation as soon as possible so he could get back to smoothing things over with Kita. Besides, he didn't want Kenji to think he was a first class asshole. Hakoda actually liked the guy.

He stuck out a hand for a warrior's handshake, his other attempting to keep the sheet from slipping. "Sorry if I fouled your fiancée's plans."

"Thank you, Chief Hakoda," Kenji muttered teeth as he clasped Hakoda's forearm so roughly, he knew he'd have bruises.

Hakoda had no desire to bicker with him over Kita's lost virtue since it was a useless cause, so instead he just smiled through the abusive handshake. "Just Hakoda is fine. My own men don't call me by my title. You don't need to either, although I am flattered by the respect."

"Why did you come up here anyway, Kenji? Just to give me a lecture or was there a point to this visit?" Kita asked she stared at the men's handshake.

Kenji dropped his hand from Hakoda's. "Arnook called a meeting earlier this morning. Since neither of you were at breakfast, you didn't know, but now you do. Everyone's down there waiting on you both."

Well, there went that talk Hakoda wanted to have with Kita. He bent down and snatched up his pants. "Tell Arnook I'll be down in a few minutes."

Kenji nodded and headed for the door, stopping just before opened it. "I don't care if you're chief or not, Hakoda... that gives you no right to my sister. You better pray she isn't pregnant."

"And if she is," Hakoda challenged. Spirits, how he hated the way the Northern Water Tribe treated their women.

"Then not even her hands can save you."

He was out the door before Hakoda could form a protest, but one thing was clear...

Whatever this was, Kenji was in on this too.

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