Canon Divergent: AU Where the Water Tribes were the Wagers of War

Katara: 22 / Aang: 20 / Zuko: 24 / Azula: 22

"Open the gate," she ordered, her voice low, commanding and menacing, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her excitement.

The young guards shared a conscious, nervous look, wondering if it was within her jurisdiction to boss them around, especially since they were holding such valuable prisoners. One light glare from her and they were already fumbling with the key, hastily shoving it in the lock and holding the gate open for her majesty. They'd be lying if they said they weren't afraid of her, lying if they said half their tribe wasn't afraid of her. Even in youth she'd been prowess, and a born prodigy - now this prodigy exulted a power held by not only being the Head Chieftain's daughter, but by also being regarded the most revered and feared master waterbender in the entire world.

The clanking of the gate colliding against the bars of the cage awoke him from his sleepless slumber. Blinking to regain his sense of self, he could barely make out the amplifying distant footsteps approaching him while the irie and oddly loud creaking of the door attacked his eardrums. Shortly after, he heard groaning and mumbling of sorts originating from his left; it seemed his companions had been rudely rustled from their slumber as well.

"If only the world could see you now," came that menacing, and yet - dare he say - somewhat seductive voice. He didn't need to lift his eyes to know who was addressing whom; months spent being chased by the princess, her brother and her army had him well acquainted with the particular pitch and sombre that resembled her voice. "The high and mighty, all-powerful, all-knowing Avatar Aang…" it wasn't long before she was standing right in front of him, peering down condescendingly while she tapped her foot against the metal flooring, "...reduced to being nothing but a weak dog, grovelling by my feet."

He had to scoff at that, but decided to bite back the remark; it would do him no good arguing with her, or getting on her bad side, if he already wasn't on it, he mused. "What do you want, Katara?"

"That's Princess Katara to you!" She stated defiantly, crouching to slap him across his face, her sharp nails leaving a bloody trail across his cheek; marks of her ownership, she mused.

"Don't touch him!" screamed the girl to her right, immediately trying to relieve herself of her chains so she could return the favor, and then some, to the princess.

Upon noticing her, Katara couldn't help but be amused and annoyed at the same time; Azula's passion was certainly entertaining during her travels, and she was a competent fighter who made for an exciting fight, but she wasn't in the mood to play games, not with the firebender at least. She had an itch, a curiosity - regarding him - and she needed it scratched that very same night, as well as other things.

"Silence, Firetrash!" Katara barked, glaring at the firebender before she turned her attention back towards the Avatar: her prize. Although he'd lost much weight since he'd been captured - not due to a lack of nourishment but instead his refusal to be fed - under the glow of the full moon escaping through the few barred openings within his cell, Princess Katara could still trace the various muscles of his chest, abdominals, arms and back with gleeful scrutiny. "I have a mission for you, dear Avatar," she began - her voice, he noted, retained that same menacing tone, and it seemed just as seductive now as it was before. "A matter of critical importance has added unnecessary difficulty to my night, and it's a certain matter that requires your specific, undivided attention," her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she finished, flashing him a disarming yet knowing smile, one which he didn't receive as his head was still bowed and the bangs of his short, black hair covered his silver irises; Aang was restrained, kneeling on both knees, his ankles shackled together, his hands chained above his head diagonally, and he was imprisoned bare torso.

"Why would I ever help you? You're the enemy," he stated, defiance clear in his low, raspy voice.

"Because if you don't…" she trailed off, wondering what - out of the many things at her disposal - she could threaten or torture him with. Unfortunately for the firebender, due to her restless racketing and clanking against her chains, Katara's eyes were once again drawn to Azula as a point of reference, and the other firebender restrained beside her.

She grinned.

"Then I'll kill your friends," his head shot up. "Slowly," she added once she noticed the fear threatening to spill out of his silver orbs, "really, really slowly. And… I'll make you watch the whole thing."

"You wouldn't," he challenged.

She grinned again.

"Oh, I wouldn't?"

"Aang, don't be stup-" Zuko, who was also Aang's companion, was prevented from speaking his mind as he was suddenly writhing and struggling against his chains.

"Zuko?!" Azula shouted, eyes widening in fear as she watched her brother writhe in agony beside her, unaware of what was causing this sudden change and why, that is until her eyes darted towards the waterbender in the adjacent cell.

Alarmed, Aang's eyes were locked onto the firebender, trembling with dread when he noticed the way his limbs were cracking and contorting into certain angles that should be humanly impossible to bear. Aang had seen this before, had dealt with it before, but he was the Avatar; he could handle it - Zuko wasn't; if it continued any longer, he knew the firebender wouldn't be surviving the night.

"Stop," he muttered darkly, closing his eyes in an attempt to contain his anger… until Zuko's screams of agony amplified and continued to echo down the corridor. "I said stop!" He barked, glaring at the waterbender with the outstretched hand and grim, pleasured smile.

"You don't get to bark orders at me, filth," Katara stated darkly, yet amused. At Aang's unwavering glare, she clenched her fist shut and a slosh of crimson essence came shooting out of Zuko's mouth. Gargling on his own blood, erupting from within, the firebender struggled against his chains while Katara continued glaring at the Avatar. "Say 'please. Please, Princess Katara, be merciful. Please.'"

At his disapproving and annoyed scowl, the dark princess simply grinned wider as she twisted her wrist and drew her hand back in a pulling motion - in response, Zuko's elbow twisted in the opposite direction, thus extending it backwards as he let out a blood curdling scream.

"Stop! You're killing him!" Barked Azula.

"Alright! Alright! Please! Stop! Princess Katara, please show mercy! Please!" Aang yelled hastily, chastising himself for not immediately agreeing to her demands and amusing her in the way she clearly wanted, which resulted in his best friend being dealt this completely unnecessary, excruciating punishment on his behalf.

"That's better," satisfied, Katara released her hold on the firebender and turned her attention back onto her true prey. "Now, will you do as I say, or do I have to break another one of his bones?"

Sighing in defeat, the young airbender nodded, contradicting his own desires as he spoke, "Yes. I'll… I'll do as you say," upon her dissapoving frown and furrowing eyebrows, he added, "Princess Katara."

"Good boy," she grinned, turning on her heels to address the two guards as she strode away from the Avatar. "At exactly midnight, I want him escorted to my chambers. Keep his restraints on, but don't add more, he won't be able to bend for another thirty-six hours anyways."

Confused and slightly embarrassed the two guards shared yet another nervous glance between each other before one of them asked, "Y-your chambers? Princess Katara."

"Yes," she stated flatly.

"Him?" They pointed at the flabbergasted, tattooed boy with wide eyes and a hanging mouth. "The Avatar?"

"Indeed," she stated, nodding as she passed them by and began descending down the hall, thus leaving the prison.

"And what do we do about the other prisoner?!" They shouted, "He'll bleed out if we don't get him a healer!"

"Let him suffer for a few more minutes, then get Yagoda. She'll know how to reverse the damage," Princess Katara stated offhandedly with a dismissive wave, sparing neither man a glance as she left the prison ward and resumed with her duties for the remainder of the night.

After a short silence, both guards faced each other with blank faces.

"She's fucking nuts."

His partner nodded, entranced by the sway of her hips and the roundness of her ass, "Hot, but crazy. But… totally hot."

As the guards continued to chat idly, still somewhat shocked by the princess's demands, it took the airbender multiple breaths before he regained his focus and turned back to his friend.

"I'm sorry, Zuko. I should've just listened to her sooner. Are you… are you okay?" He hesitantly asked, gazing cautiously at the firebender who seemed to be reeling from his pain.

"Do I l-look oka- Argh!" he groaned as he attempted to remain a statue, forcing himself to move his broken arms as little as possible lest he cause more unnecessary pain. "I'll live," he huffed out, his body still rocking as he choked out more blood.

"We need someone to heal him now!" Azula hissed at the guards despite being in no position to do so.

"Nope."

"No can do, you heard the Princess." They both spoke at the same time. "Sorry, but you'll just have to hold on for a while longer buddy."

They both seemed young, Aang noticed. Neither of the two guards seemed a day above seventeen. So, he wondered why the Tribe would roster out the earlier, much older and experienced guards, and replace them with individuals he saw as naive, young men. Did they really not fear him… like at all? Were they so proud and arrogant that they would arrange two newcomers to guard the Avatar and his powerful firebending allies? Well, they had drugged the three of them as soon as they'd been captured - their bending rendered useless - hence why escape was nigh impossible. For the time being, Aang mused.

"I wonder what the Princess wants with him though," one of the two guards nodded towards Aang, conversing with his buddy in particular, despite talking loud enough for their three prisoners to listen in with ease. "In her chambers? At midnight? Man…" he trailed off as a lovestruck expression suddenly shone bright across his features. "You sure are a lucky guy, Avatar," the guard stated, scowling at the airbender in jealousy as he turned to regard him.

"Please," Aang scoffed, "the very last thing I want is to be in close proximity to her."

"Then you're either gay, or a gigantic dumbass," the other guard spoke up, more amused than jealous.

"You'd be an absolute fool to refuse that," the jealous, lovestruck one stated. "She's so hot! How could you even want to resist that?!"

"Uh... maybe because she's chased me around the world for half a year, hurt my friends and I on multiple accounts, and has probably tried to kill me half a dozen times or so - I don't know; who's counting?" Sarcasm rolled off his tongue as easily as the elements adhered to his every command - used to, he recalled. "It's not like I have a choice anyways."

"Just be glad she's not killing you anytime soon," Azula drawled, annoyed and completely fuming as she regarded the airbender while trying to keep an eye on her brother. "They clearly want you alive, otherwise you'd already be dead; you're too dangerous for them to chain up without a proper purpose."

"Yeah," Aang sighed. "I concluded that much. But," he turned back to face the firebending prodigy, "that doesn't mean I want to do anything with her. Or that I'm… happy about it."

"I know that," Azula dipped her head, a frown slowly encasing her lips. "Who're you trying to convince, m- uh… us or yourself?" She stuttered, willing her slight blush to fade away as she turned her head, jealousy evident in her voice and tone; it went right over his head.

"N-noone," the airbender stuttered nervously, "I just… I don't like the idea of doing anything like that at a time like this… and for her of all people.."

"Oh s-shut up," Zuko muttered, laughing weakly as he turned his head slightly to gaze at his friend. "From what I s-see… you h-haven't got it t-that bad. Would y-you r-rather be... be in m-my position?"

"What do you mean?" The confused air nomad asked.

"I g-get my arm b-b-broken… and you g-get a fuck b-buddy for the n-n-night," Zuko muttered weakly, still laughing despite the pain it caused him. "That c-clear things up f-for you?"

"She's - she's not gonna - we're not gonna - Argh!" The airbender shook his head violently, willing himself to banish the totally unmonk-like thoughts and images barraging his mind as he fought to keep his composure to no avail; his flushed cheeks were his downfall. He missed the crestfallen expression painted across Azula's face. With no other alternative, the airbender could do nothing except wait till midnight.

"I'm so not looking forward to this," he muttered to himself.

As soon as he stepped into the room- scratch that. As soon as he'd laid eyes on her, he knew exactly what he was in for. That much was clear, everything else however - like whether he would even enjoy it - was just purely confusing, shocking and… slightly overwhelming.

This was the enemy! He shouldn't be having these dirty thoughts about her, much less admit to himself that, objectively speaking, she was quite beautiful. But he couldn't help himself. The first few moments of the metal of his shackles clashing against the cool, ice flooring were the most confusing. He'd been escorted to her chambers at midnight, exactly like she'd demanded he be. The moment he saw her though…

She wore her regular blue robes, except her collar as well as the few top buttons of her blue shirt had been unbuttoned and spread open already, thus revealing her long, elegant neck for him, as well as a peak at her cleavage. Immediately, he understood exactly what she was trying to do; there was no way she was simply 'walking about, and in the midst of everything, had forgotten to put her pants on.' There she sat, by the edge of her bed, her dishevelled, brown hair cascading down her back, a few locks spiraling down her shoulders. Her hair loopies had been loosened slightly; before they were tied tightly close to her forehead, now they hang loosely, dangling by her cheeks. As she gave him a once over, he'd allowed his own eyes to trail down her erotiic figure; the ends of her blue shirt extended beyond her waist, so the beginnings of her thick, caramel thighs were somewhat hidden from him. 'It was deliberate,' he mused; her legs were crossed, one draped over the other so tightly that the thin, dark outline of her caramel thighs made them all the more alluring. Her legs were completely bare, as were her arms - her skin seemed so soft, and smooth, and-

He shook his head violently, forcing his eyes to refocus on hers: big mistake. She was smirking while her eyes glimmered with mirth, and excitement… and arousal. Was she already aroused? Was that all she wanted from him? A favor? Pleasure? A quick fuck? Or… was there more to this story than meets the eye?

Sighing, he realised that he'd have no way of knowing unless he likely agreed to do whatever she asked of him. And just like that, he was in her clutches, again.

The room was rather large; walls painted a light lavender, a mirror the size of a gate to his right, a wall of windows revealing the vastness of the South, a few benches, cupboards and tables littered here and there, a door that likely led to a rather large bathroom, and the bed… spirits, he and his friends residing in his dorm in the southern air temple a century ago could probably all sleep comfortably on that bed and still have room for more. Obviously, it was large and wide, but it was also low; the headboard was made entirely of wood, as was the frame, and the legs; the bed itself was round and angular; four columns of wood outstretched from four corners, light, see-through, white curtains were spread between them, thus offering the bed itself a 'halo' like glow. The sheets were pure white, pillows consisting of different variations ranging from cerulean, indigo and teal, and a moose-buffalo's skin seemed to be the main source of warmth: the quilt - 'apart from human contact' - he chastised himself for even having the thought.

Despite being shorter than him, even while seated, the waterbender exulted a certain dominance he couldn't shake; she was pointing at him, gesturing for him to come closer while she unlocked her legs; they were still pressed together, just not in as much of a provocative position as before. Gulping, Aang took a few hesitant steps closer, keeping his eyes downcast as he struggled to meet the intensity behind her gaze.

"Yes, Princess Katara?" He asked, his voice soft yet firm; quite the contradiction.

"Did I ask you to speak, pet?"

Realising this was likely all a part of this little game she'd been playing, Aang bit back a snarky reply and shook his head, opting to not open his mouth as she'd requested, or not requested, more likely.

Pleased by his mute reply, the waterbender smiled in victory, "That's more like it, good boy." Suddenly, she outstretched her hand for him, her little finger bending as she pulled him closer using what he recognised to be bloodbending. "C'm here," she cooed seductively yet with authority. He couldn't do anything but comply; it was a full moon and she was a bloodbender, and he'd also been drugged for days now; his bending severely weakened and especially rendered useless when compared to the strength the full moon provided her tonight. The shackles restraining his feet clanked against the icey flooring when she released her hold on him, thus causing him to land on his knees before her. His hands were still tied to his back with metal handcuffs, and his head was dipped, the short bangs of his wild, jet black hair restricting her view of his eyes.

She didn't like that.

"Look at me," the princess demanded of her 'pet'. Amused when he didn't immediately comply, Katara extended her foot slowly and placed it under his dipped chin, and slowly began lifting her foot and his head along with it. Through his short bangs, she could gaze into the silver orbs that had piqued her curiosity recently; hatred, annoyance, fear and restraint swirled within those clouds. 'There it is,' she thought to herself as she continued smirking at him gleefully. 'Show me more of that hate Avatar,' she leaned forward, both her feet were now planted on the floor and her elbows rested on her knees, the extension of her shirt casted a shadow of the mysteries hidden between her legs, aided by the dim lighting within the room. 'Let me see how much you hate me,' her hand stretched out to pull at his jet black locks, while the other waterbended an icicle from thin air and pressed it against his throat. He hissed when the sharp, cold stung his heated skin and dragged lightly, causing a few drops of blood to begin spilling down his neck. Licking her lips, the princess leaned forward, towards his neck while simultaneously tugging his hair back roughly, thus causing him to open his neck for her as she extended her tongue to taste the blood spilling out. The evil princess grinned against his neck when she felt him shiver at the contact, and when she drew back, moaning and blatantly licking her lips while staring into his confused and restrained silver orbs, Katara couldn't help but allow her grin to widen.

"You taste good, Avatar."

"Fuck you," he growled.

She laughed as her head tilted back slightly, "We'll save that for later." His eyes widened at her blatant admission, a blush appearing and disappearing from his cheeks in an instant. "But for now, you're gonna do something else for me, pet."

Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, and she leveled him with a warning glaring. Sighing in defeat, the Avatar muttered, "Where do you need me, Princess?"

For what seemed like the twentieth time that night, Princess Katara smirked at him as she released his hair. "Buried between my legs," she stated firmly; aroused. At this point, Aang really shouldn't have been surprised, so he had no idea why his eyes were widening like flying saucers when the princess raised her long, tan legs above his face, allowing him to map out the underside of her thick thighs and long, smooth legs while she began dragging her hidden black panties off slowly. She smirked when she saw him gulp the giant lump in his throat - she threw her panties away in some random direction without dropping her gaze. "I want you right here," the princess shamelessly spread her elegant legs open as her fingers found his short, black locks again. Using her other hand, she began rubbing herself lightly, amused and pleased by the way his eyes were glued to her pretty, pink lips for a few prolonged seconds until they found her blue irises again.

"And if I don't comply?"

"I yell for the guards, and order them to finish off those worthless fire-pussies you call 'friends' right this instant."

Relenting, the Avatar let out a soft sigh while nodding lightly, knowing he couldn't allow any further harm to befall upon his companions. Satisfied, the princess allowed herself to lean back on her elbows while dragging him down with her. She involuntarily whimpered when his shallow, hot breath glossed over her now bare, pink lower lips.

"Mmm. Eat me, dog." She ordered, expecting him to immediately adhere to her demands. So, when she still felt zero friction between her legs, she only growled and dug her nails into his scalp. But he still didn't budge. Annoyed and impatient while highly aroused, she sat up straight and leveled him with another glare. "I ordered you to eat," she reminded him.

"I do this… and you leave them alone?"

Rolling her eyes, the princess nodded before leaning back down and tugging at his hair again, pulling him down to her cunt. "Yes. Fine, whatever. Now," she craned her head up to meet his defiant yet curious silver irises again. "Lick, Avatar!"

Aang's tongue flattened against her soaking lips, dragging upwards slowly and flicking over that small, sensitive numb briefly. Katara threw her head back as an unrestricted moan escaped her lips, soon she was writhing in pure ecstasy while massaging his scalp adoringly, her nimble fingers tugging at his hair encouragingly, pulling him closer, deeper inside her. His tongue met her pussy in short licks this time, dragging up and down in quick succession as she bucked her hips against his mouth, seeking more friction. When he decided to delve into her sex completely, his tongue tracing the soaked walls inside her pussy achingly slowly, she whimpered helplessly and grinded against his face, moans escaping her lips; unfiltered and free for him to drown in.

"Ahh. Yes, fuck!" His nose involuntarily rubbed against her clit, and she gasped as the pleasure increased tenfold. She reached out with her free hand and soon, both her hands were tugging at his hair, fingers massaging his scalp roughly while pulling him deeper and deeper into her erotic pussy. "Mmmm. Yes! Eat me! Lick me clean like the dog you are!"

Against her folds, he mumbled something akin to: "Yes, Princess," before reverting to sucking on her deliciously, soaked lips instead. Although he didn't want to admit it - to anyone nor himself - she did taste… good, exquisite even. Her scent, the muskiness of it, how everything about her in that moment simply oozed sex; he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thoroughly enjoying himself for the timebeing. Even though he didn't originally want to do this, there were also far worse things she could've demanded of him. So, instead of resisitiing further or complaining, he decided that pleasuring and leaving the waterbender sated and satisfied so she wouldn't continue torturing him and his friends as religiously anymore was the best course of action, objectively speaking. Subjectively - personally - despite himself and his reservations, he didn't want to stop until he'd tasted her thoroughly.

Katara all but shrieked when she felt pressure being placed on her sensitive nub; his lips kissed it softly at first before switching from offering her clit long, tongue lashings and prolonged sucking. His chin was pressing up against her pussy still, and she continued moaning her heart out as he dug deeper, licked faster, sucked harder, ate with more ferocity.

"Oh! Tui and La! It feels so good!" She gasped when that final strong suction of his lips caused fresh waves of her climax to come crashing down against and into his inviting mouth. The fact that the Avatar, the most powerful being in the universe, was completely at her mercy and was pleasuring her so thoroughly and passionately amplified the intensity of the waterfall of juices cascading out of her pussy; into his mouth, down his chin, trailing down his neck. He continued eating and drinking, letting out soft moans and groans as her surprisingly delicious juices flooded his entire system, thus formally frying his brain to the point where her pleasure and the exquisite taste of her fresh waves was all that lingered in the forefront of his mind. He continued lapping at her folds, drinking anything and everything she had to offer while she continued moaning and grinding against his mouth, riding her orgasm as her nails continued ruffling his shaggy hair to the point where the pain no longer existed; only pleasure. "Ahhh. Such an obedient, good boy."

When he'd effectively licked her clean, she pulled his face away from her deliciously tortured pussy, and the naked need and desire within his silver irises in that one moment almost had her begging for more. However, Katara knew she needed to show some restraint; keeping him on his heels; constantly guessing, was the best course of action for now. And… he was her prisoner; she could drag him back into her chambers the next night - or whenever she wanted to really - and have him pleasuring her again without any complaints from anyone, well, anyone except her protective brother. So, while he sat back on his knees, and the princess sat straight - her chest heaving as she panted, still coming down from one of the best climaxes she'd ever received - Katara smirked at him once again - the mind games continued.

"It seems that having the Avatar as a pet definitely has its perks," the princess purred as she stood to her feet, grinning when she saw signs of his own arousal pitching a tent in his pants, and walked around before crouching behind him. "I think… I'll be keeping you..." her hot breath landed on the shell of his ear while her tongue licked away the light remnants of his blood trailing down his neck. "For a long, long time."

The next thing he noticed was that she'd found and slipped her panties back on and had called for the guards to retrieve him.

"Soon, very soon, my pet… I'll have you completely wrapped around my finger," she stated in complete confidence. The guards soon arrived, and just before he was dragged to his feet and back to his cell, he heard her state over his shoulder. "I expect another spectacular performance tomorrow, Avatar. Be sure not to disappoint me. Your friends' lives depend on it."

'Oh fuck, I'll have to do that again?' When his emotions began battling within him, arguing over whether it was wrong for him to have enjoyed that as much as he did, Aang truly began dreading (looking forward to) what the evil princess had planned for him in the near future.