Sometimes, being the Fire Lord was rather mundane. Presently, Zuko was sitting in front of an adorned table, staring at two orderly rows of grizzled old men—the remnants of his father's war leaders. Each officer took their allotted time to discuss their respective duties. One was responsible for the orderly return of their soldiers; another controlled the Fire Nation Colonial settlements; yet another was tasked with the distribution of reparations—food and money as an apologetic gesture to the villages the Fire Nation had invaded or destroyed during the Hundred Year War. More and more old men with grey or silver topknots took their turn discussing their individual duties.
Zuko found the task extraordinarily mind-numbing but he would never utter those words out loud. Instead of voicing his boredom, he resigned to think about his latest interaction with Katara.
He thought about her willowy arms wrapping around his waist as they snuggled side-by-side, breathing rapidly and grinning brightly as he absorbed her post-coital glow. She looked so pretty that way; her brown hair tousled just so, cheeks slightly pink as she nestled lovingly into the space between his shoulder and chest.
"…by the end of the month. Is that acceptable, Fire Lord Zuko?"
Zuko barely caught the words. Who was even talking, anyway? Golden eyes glanced up and looked at the very unsightly face of one of the oldest officers he had ever seen.
He gave the man a dismissive wave. "Yes. Completely," he sighed, a bit distracted.
The Fire Lord shifted on his cushion and lazily readjusted his tunic. Robes were the traditional attire, but he had never gotten used to them. Instead of wearing the insanely layered garments of his forefathers, he was clothed in a golden-stripped tunic and loose, yet form-fitting pants. Golden-tipped boots completed his attire, but now wasn't the time to think about his wardrobe.
Or Katara.
No, he had a war to end and tasks to complete. It was his duty to bring his people home. It was his responsibility to make sure that their homecoming was safe and appreciated. It was his job to make sure that his subjects were happy.
Though, the men around him were still boring and he found his mind continuously slipping to Katara's flawless and tan skin. He thought about her brown-tinged breasts, puckered at the ends with pink, erect nipples.
He adjusted his pants this time, unsettled with his thoughts and surrounded by so many…men. Old men, Zuko reminded himself. Pretty sure that one's about to kick the bucket. He mentally pointed at an elderly officer who was coughing steadily into his armored sleeve. Who was that man kidding? Just keel over already!
Zuko nodded at another question, trying his damnedest to pay attention.
He sighed and felt a wiggle under the table, but paid no attention to it. It was probably Momo again; the little critter had been caught wandering all over the palace, picking at the decorative oranges and consuming them heartily wherever he damn well pleased.
Another jostle occurred and Zuko continued to ignore it. Still, he expected Momo to burst from underneath the tablecloth at any possible moment, chittering wildly with a large piece of fruit lodged in his tiny paws.
Instead of any of that, the Fire Lord felt something tug mischievously at his pants. He looked downward and one golden eye widened as he watched a tanned head poke out from underneath the red-colored cloth. Katara's blue eyes and pink lips promptly followed and she held her hand before her face, finger pressed tightly to her lips.
"Shhhh," she mouthed. A single blue eye winked at him and Zuko paled, curious as to what was happening.
Katara smirked at him and another tan hand found its way out. She gestured for Zuko to scoot his cushion in a little further and hesitantly, he complied.
He felt the waterbender untie his pants and gently pull the front forward and out, exposing his intrigued member.
A blue eye peeked out from the tablecloth, a silent question.
"Fire Lord?" an adorned officer asked.
"Yes!" Zuko replied hurriedly, nodding his head at his lover and soldier at the same time.
The officer blinked at the sudden outburst and asked his question one more time, noticing that the youth wasn't truly focused.
Katara settled her palms on Zuko's thighs and slowly tugged each leg apart, inching herself further up as the male teenager's legs spread. She touched the exposed flesh between his thighs and smiled as his breath hitched. She rolled her tongue over the purplish tip, taking great care to go agonizingly slow.
Hidden beneath the expansive war table, Katara didn't know how Zuko would react to her oral pleasure. In a way, she found it very thrilling. The golden-tipped boots around her were her only audience, their owners unaware and oblivious to her actions. Though, would they find out?
Her tongue worked in meticulous circles, lips pressing occasionally against the tip, teasing it with hot breaths and promises of something better…something deliciously wetter. Taking her time, pink lips parted a little more and wrapped around the sharp edges of her teeth. She drew the rock-hard dick into her mouth, taking in each and every inch generously until she felt the tip against the back of her throat.
She tried her damnedest to get all of Zuko in her mouth, but the young leader was far too long. And unless she wanted to let out a very audible gag so she could deep-throat him, her lover would have to be pleased with her gently stroking the remaining quarter of his glorious shaft. So she poised her hand just outside her lips and began a gentle and coordinated assault.
In…out. Squeeze…release. In…out.
Sucking silently under the table, Katara tried to focus on the person she was pleasuring, very aware of the voices above her. Still, all of this was very erotic…very naughty.
A bored, brown hand mischievously wound beneath Katara's chin and shot downward, cupping Zuko's balls with soothing touches. Each finger massaged deep into the loose tissue, kneading each sac with a synchronized rhythm.
Everything was steadily building and Zuko became more and more distracted as he tried to concentrate.
"…monies will be distributed. Clothing drives are already underway. And with winter approaching in Ba Sing Se…"
Katara's lips slid up and down and she dutifully licked up the milky precum that was pooling out the tip of Zuko's cock. Each small spasm sent another burst out and the waterbender continued to clean up the semi-clear mess, gulping each portion down with an insatiable desire. Suddenly, she stopped.
"No!" Zuko screamed out, interrupting one salt-and-pepper haired admiral. His breathing was haggard and uncomfortable, control slipping steadily away.
The officer stopped talking mid-word and one grey eyebrow quirked up, intrigued.
"Umm," the officer said after a lengthy moment. "Sir?"
Zuko slammed his hand against the tabletop. "You've got to go faster!" he shrieked.
With a smirk, Katara rolled her tongue against the length of Zuko's shaft and nuzzled the tip, curiously poking her tongue against the divot of his urethra. It was an extremely sensitive spot and caused the young Fire Lord to smash his hand against the table one more time.
Around the table, heads shifted to watch the world's youngest leader, a mixture of tawny, hazel, and yellow eyes watching every movement, every expression.
"Faster, sir?" the officer said.
"Yes! Much, much faster!" Zuko screeched, secretly shifting one hand from the top of the table to underneath it. Rough fingers wound around Katara's silky tresses, urging her to quicken her pace.
Katara fought against his pushes at first, determined to take her time. But after a playful tug of her hair, she hastened her sucks and fell into a pattern. Her lips swiveled, teeth occasionally exposing as she tugged up his length. Fingers clenched at the base of Zuko's pulsating cock, grip tightening with every pull. Another set of digits continued massaging each sac, dutifully taking her time. Swivel, suck, massage, tug. Each action had its own timing and Katara shifted between each act, bringing Zuko closer and closer to a hot and hasty release.
"Faster…how?" the officer questioned.
Zuko shifted his torso as his face reddened. His breathing was unpredictable now, almost erratic as he tried to focus on the querying soldier.
Meanwhile, Katara continued her pattern and the Fire Lord could feel himself relinquishing control. He was trying to prevent himself from coming, but he couldn't stop it anymore. His dick started tremoring, veiny throbs alerting the girl around his member that a wickedly hot jet of cum was fast approaching.
"Like…" Zuko sputtered, trying to answer the soldier's question. "Like…" His face scrunched together and he slammed his fist on the table one more time. "You should be telling me!" he screamed. "Now," an animalistic growl escaped his throat, "why don't you leave until you come up with something."
Tawny eyes narrowed a little bit but the officer bowed hastily before departing.
"All of you," Zuko stressed.
Together, the officers dipped their heads and saluted respectably, one hand beside a closed fist. They shuffled out of the war room, whispering things that the Fire Lord wasn't really paying attention to.
"…weird, isn't it?"
"Must be a stressful job."
"…won't last very long with outbursts like that."
"Kid looks like he's about to implode."
"…dunno, kinda looks like he's…"
"What?"
"You heard me."
The thick, wooden door closed with a sharp snap and Zuko let himself go entirely, falling onto the floor behind him.
Katara shifted her position but her head continued bobbing. One slit and golden eye watched her work until one final spasm pushed him over the edge.
"Aaauuuugggghhhhh!" Zuko screamed, winding both hands into Katara's hair to hold her still. Each fingernail dug into her scalp as the tremors continued splurging cum down the waterbender's throat.
Even though she wasn't able to move, Katara could still suck her lips against Zuko's pulsating member. Each playful tug sent another wave of semi-clear, salty cum across her tongue. Greedily, she sucked him dry and felt his dick slowly soften in her mouth.
Zuko looked skyward, thoroughly pleased. A weird, bushy plume of green caught his attention. "Is that…mistletoe?" he asked, humored.
Katara popped his flaccid dick out of her mouth and smirked between his legs. "Yeah," she answered. "I heard that it was all around the palace."
"Oh," Zuko whispered. His eyes widened and he bolted to sit upright, realizing what Katara was insinuating. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Still dedicated to raidersfan777. When I got your review a few hours ago, I already had a good majority of this chapter finished and I was like, "duuuuuude, we're on the same wavelength! Sweetness!"
Anyway, more shenanigans to come.
Readers (I can see you!), let me know if you liked this chapter. Also, I'm taking requests. So make things interesting, okay? You have a whole palace to work with. Get creative. Tell me what you'd like to see because I like to think that I'm pretty good at smut scenes. And we have all of December to work let our creativity flow. :P