A/N: I had this chapter ready a week ago but fanfiction was being a bitch and wouldn't led me upload it. This chapter will be told in third person through Zuko, it's more interesting that way, mature content warning... I'm not going to say anymore

Zuko was almost dragging himself down the hallways to his room. He was exhausted. Azula had grilled him on every last detail of the avatar's security and he was sick of it. After assuring her for the millionth time that the Avatar was perfectly safe and not going anywhere, she had finally agreed and retired to her own room. At the moment, that's all Zuko wanted to do too.

He walked towards his door, but found it opened a jar. He tensed; someone had been in his room. Zuko approached carefully and opened his hand, holding a flame.

No one jumped out at him, so he extinguished the flame and turned on the light switch.

There, sitting in the middle of his bed was a girl, wearing a bustier, and lace panties, complimented only by fishnets and knee high leather boots. Zuko opened his mouth and stared.

"Who...who are you?" He finally stammered.

"No one of consequence," the girls answered, leaning forward so her breasts popped out a little bit.

"What are you do-doing in my room?"

"Why Prince Zuko," the girl cooed, "you look like you've had a hard day." She got up and walked casually over to him. "Why don't you come over here and I'll make it all better."

Zuko walked numbly over to the bed, "Don't you ummm... want to put on a robe or something?"

"I'd prefer not to," she said, tossing her long brown hair. "It's kind of hot in here, don't you think?"

"Well..." In truth Zuko was sweating all down the back of his neck. "I guess."

"That armor looks uncomfortable," she tossed her hair again, "why don't I help you out of it?"

"I can get it myself," Zuko's fingers slipped and fumbled with the clasps, as he tried vainly to remove it.

"I'll help you," she cooed again, and had soon slipped him out of his chest plate and both his arm and shin guards. Now he was only in his robes.

"Thank you," he said.

"Not a problem," the girl answered, crossing back over to the bed and leaning backwards, propped up by her elbows.

Zuko just stood in the middle of the room, staring stupidly at the girl as she smiled seductively up at him.

"Come, sit next to me." She patted the spot next to her on the bed. Zuko forced himself to walk slowly as he made his way across the room. She sat down, and tried not to look sideways too often.

When he finally did permit himself to glance sideways he saw her propped up on her knees, breasts almost hanging out, staring at him intently.

He realized his eyes had been transfixed on her chest, but when he looked away, she grabbed his hand and pulled it, pulling him with it towards her.

Then she leaned forward, slowly and kissed him passionately on the lips. He fell back in surprise and she climbed on top of him, kissing and rubbing his shoulders and chest until before he knew it, he was kissing her back.

As she began tugging on his robes, her tongue also sought entrance into his mouth, which he yielded and lifted up his arms so she could slip his robes off. He reached his hand down inside her bustier and began fondling her left breast, then her right, while she began to creep her hands down into the edges of his under cloth.

Suddenly, she stopped, and pulled back.

"Is something wrong?" Zuko asked, but she put her fingers to his lips, then walked over to the door and locked it.

"Now," she said, "Let's continue." And she crawled up from the base of the bed until she was back on top of him and promptly started kissing him again. He slipped his hand around the back of her bodice and started unlacing it, then tossed it aside. She kicked off her boots and he ripped at her fishnets until they were completely shredded.

She slid down until her face was in front of his undergarments, which had formed a tall tent. She pulled them off and immediately went down on him, causing him to writhe and grunt in pleasure. She pulled off just before he came and he ejaculated all over the bed sheets in front of her.

Not wanting to let her have all the fun he pounced, pinning her down and began kissing her passionately again. He groped down to her panties and pulled them off, tossing them aside.

He pulled back to admire her, beautiful, dark, with glowing blue eyes and long brown hair flowing around her face. He smiled to himself, moving himself down between her spread legs, ready to enter.

Wait, this thought almost brought him to a crashing stop. This girl is a virgin. This can't be, very few concubines are virgins and none who would freely throw themselves at men are pure. But there was a seductive look in her eyes, inviting him to continue, so he fought back his logical brain and followed through with part of his brain that wanted what was right in front of his nose.

(To be picked up from Katara's POV in the next chapter.)

A/N: sorry about the long wait, I'll try to update soon.