The morning smelled of evergreen trees, cinnamon, and smoke. Nothing was on fire, it was just the Fire Lord's natural musk; and Katara was sniffing it greedily, wishing that the sun would disappear and that she could continue sleeping, entangled in her lover's arm until the end of time. She knew it couldn't happen and that she'd eventually have to pry her cerulean eyes apart, so she took one final breath.
And then her eyes snapped open.
It was Christmas morning. The morning. Finally.
As quietly as she could, she pried herself out of Zuko's loving arms, making sure to put a squishy pillow in her place. She didn't want him to wake and unexpectedly ruin her surprise.
Padding softly, she made her way to the bathroom, smirking a little bit at the soaker tub and remembering the beautiful and sticky bathtub sex they had a few days ago, before she twirled on the ball of her foot and pulled a small, white box out of her hiding spot. She was excited; mostly because she couldn't wait to see Zuko's reaction to her present.
When she opened the box, she marveled at the sheer, crimson fabric, rubbing her thumbs and fingers over it. So soft and silky against her skin. She could imagine Zuko's hands running across the material, across the swell of her breasts and the expanse of skin around her navel before finally hitting the hem of the sheer teddy and finding the swollen and glistening entrance to her delicious womanhood. The thought made her tremble. Anticipation and excitement surged through her core and she started to rummage through more hidden boxes, pulling out makeup, perfume, and glittering hairpieces.
Everything was lined up and Katara looked at her reflection in the wide bathroom mirror. Dark, baggy eyes stuck out to her and she started applying a yellow-tinged paste, smearing the vile-smelling concoction under her baby blues with relish. A few pockmarks lined her usually blemish-free skin and she rubbed green ooze over the splotches, ridding her face of redness. Next, she applied a slippery, tan slurry to the entirety of her face, placing individual finger-sized circles on her cheeks, forehead, tip of her nose, chin, and jawline.
With a feathered brush, she blended all of the colors together until all that was left was an absolutely flawless reflection. After a nod of satisfaction, she dabbed a clear cream on each eyelid and waited for a moment, admiring her pouty, kiss-swollen lips. When the cream was finger-touch dry, she opened a tin-lined canister and smashed a small brush into it.
Tap tap.
And the excess powder fell from the brush.
She closed one eye and brought the brush to it, patting the golden-tinged eyeshadow lightly at the apex and then firmly against the outer rim. She smirked and moved onto the next eye, marveling at how a complimentary color like gold could bring together two opposite hues. Blue and red both melted within the flecks and Katara patted a dash of purple in the inner corner of each eye.
Once again, flawless.
Eyelashes were clamped and straightened, elongated and blackened with a small metal tool and mascara. And when each eye was finally finished, she moved on to her lips.
The small tube of matte crimson, affectionately called Hussy, clung to her puckered lips. She smashed each mound of flesh together, smearing the coloring and coating every available crevice with it.
When her face was finally finished, she moved onto her hair, separating the wild tangles from the more manageable strands. She brushed through the wicked clumps and braided sections of it, pinning them securely behind her ears before continuing to the topknot. The Fire Nation's respectable style was complicated to combine with her Water Tribe hair, but she managed, much like the way she managed when the Gaang was in hiding.
Happy with the combination of braids, knots, and glittering hairpieces, Katara admired her slightly mused, yet extremely attractive look, and reached for the sheer teddy.
The fabric felt like it could tear at the slightest tug, but she knew better. It would hold her voluptuous tits and would accentuate her lithe frame. It would make her firebending lover want to rip it to shreds in his haste to get it off.
So, with a seductive sigh, she stepped into the nightgown and pulled up the straps. And when the sheer fabric clung to her frame in just the right spots, she looked at her reflection and growled at it, clenching her perfectly manicured hands like a claw.
Beautiful. Feisty. Sexy.
"Kataaaaara," a voice purred from the other room.
Zuko was awake, searching desperately for his lover. Wondering where she could've gotten to when the sun had just barely peeked through his lace-lined windows. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, a breeze shifting them until they fluttered inward.
During Christmastime in the Fire Nation, it didn't snow; no, it was always amazingly breezy and classically sunny. Perfect. And today seemed more than perfect, it seemed picturesque. And all Zuko wanted to do was capture the moment and live in it forever.
Katara strolled through the bathroom and paused in the doorway, eyeing her lover hungrily. Zuko was staring out the nearest window, playfully feeling the subtle breeze against his skin. So the waterbender leaned against the frame and arched her back just a bit, accentuating every glorious curve that her body could form.
"Merry Christmas, Zuko," she moaned, pulling her arms above her head, elongating her form.
"Merry Christ—" Zuko's eyes went wide and he bolted from the bed, running directly to his scantily-clad lover. "Holy shit, Katara!" He ran his palm through his hair, ripping out a few tangles in an effort to distract his hands. "You look…you look…" His eyes roamed over every curve, appreciating every defined peek of her taut body.
She was wearing a slinky, crimson nightgown with white fuzzies over the top of each breast. At the scandalous curve of each nipple was a white ribbon. The ties made it look like each tit was an individual gift, eagerly waiting to be unwrapped by his equally eager hands.
The nighty continued downward, baby-doll style, and it pooled against the small of her back and ended right below the junction of her legs. And because the fabric was see-through, he could clearly see the decorative, crimson thong playfully keeping her delightful snatch hidden from view.
Zuko licked his lips. "Amazing," he mouthed.
He lunged forward, catching her lips with his own and smashing her head against the wall. He wanted her now, wanted her hard and fast against the door jam.
Merry fucking Christmas, he greedily thought, gliding his tongue through her lips. He rolled the slick flesh around her tongue, pulling it into his mouth as his hands roamed over her silk-covered body.
"Agni, Katara," he groaned when he released her mouth.
Somehow, Katara pulled her leg up and used her foot to shove him into the opposite side of the doorway. Zuko ooompfed against the frame and wound his hands around her calve. Her legs were buttery smooth, so soft against his calloused hands. And he loved her for it.
"Presents first," she smirked, coyly tilting her head to the side. She licked her lips; a glistening pink tip running between her teeth.
Zuko scoffed and released her leg. A blush crept into his cheeks as Katara sashayed by him, ass cheeks flaunting their magnificence. He wanted to reach out and fondle each curve, rub his hand over each mound until he memorized every dimple. But she was already so far away and he could only follow her, arms spread wide like a zombie hungry for his kill.
Katara plopped down beside the illuminated tree in his living quarters. She motioned for him to sit beside her and he did, falling to the floor in an uncoordinated heap, careful to not smash his hard-on.
"You first," she cooed, shoving a box into his hand.
"O-okay," he smiled, picking at the blue ribbon. The wrapping paper was laden with snowflakes and Zuko longed to open his gift. He tore through the paper, tossing it to the side, and gasped at the portraits that fell into his lap. Sleazily posed, unclothed Katara's fell onto the floor. Pinups. Lots of them.
"I had them made specially for you," Katara said, blushing at his reaction. "All of them were done by Lee. He's a really gifted artist, you know. I-I hope that you like them. And if you have any suggestions, I'll definitely get them done for you. Do you…like them?"
Zuko panted, going through each portrait. Tied up Katara, hands bound behind her back, skin puckering against the ropes as they disappeared into her dripping pussy. Flexing Katara, hanging from a clothing rod, crimson fabric emphasizing her aroused, tanned form. Katara posed expertly over his throne, fingers between her legs, teeth clenching her bottom lip, her face forever etched into a picture of perfect bliss. Katara's ass, legs spread against his desk, face blushing and chin tilted back, hands cupping her breasts.
More photos scattered onto the floor and Zuko could only stare, eyes growing wild as he took in each image.
So many…so, so many.
He looked up, catching Katara's blushing face, her bottom lip pulled into her teeth.
"Do you like them?" she asked again.
"Do I like them?" Zuko huffed, paging through the stack on more time. "I love them!"
"Good," Katara nodded, smiling. "My turn?" She reached for the other package under the tree, the one covered with golden, sparkly paper. She shook it playfully and pressed her ear against it.
"W-wait," Zuko stammered. He suddenly felt like his gift wasn't as thoughtful and he was panicking.
"Oh shush," she said, batting his groping hand away. She tore through the paper and flecks of gold coated her legs. Her stunned silence captivated him for an instant until she said two horrible words. "A giftcard?"
Her blue eyes were glaring, looking at her lover like she was about to waterbend his blood straight through his skin or stop his heart.
"A GIFTCARD?!"
She immediately got to her feet and started pacing, rambling about how much time Lee had made her pose for each portrait. How many hours she spent bare-assed and fondling herself for some of the more scandalous images.
"A giftcard?" she finally concluded, throwing the plastic card into his face. "Paaa-lease, Zuko. Tell me that you're joking!"
"No joke," Zuko panted, protecting his fantastic Christmas gift by pressing it against his chest, away from the raging waterbender. "It's for that sex shop I visited the other week. You can get whatever you want!"
"I wanted you to make that decision for me! You…you…" She threw her arms into the air. "You jerk!"
"Come on, Katara," Zuko purred. "Calm down…maybe I can make it up to you!"
"How?" she snapped, balling her fists.
"I-I don't know…lay down or something."
"Lay down?! Or SOMETHING?!" She sniffed and trudged into another room.
Zuko watched her leave, chest heaving and thinking that she was going to tear up his precious portraits. He needed to hide them…and he needed to do it quickly, too. So he bolted and ran to the other side of his apartments. He stashed the pinups in a china cabinet and returned to his living area, heart racing.
There was a raging bender lurking somewhere in his apartments and he needed to be extraordinarily careful.
Where is she?
The floorboard creaked behind him and he twirled on ball of his foot. "Katara, I—"
"Let's go!" she barked, cerulean eyes like daggers. She grabbed her lover and her fingers locked around his bicep as she drug him through the living area.
Zuko struggled. "Katara, wait! I—"
The waterbender whirled around, fists now coated with a generous portion of glistening liquid. "Fight me."
"W-what?"
"Fight me!"
"W-w-why would I—"
A liquid tendril wrapped around his arm and pulled him sideways. Zuko lurched backward and drew fire into his palm, ripping his arm free from his lover's brutal hold.
"Fight me!" she snarled, curling her fingers and making the water in her hands jump at her mental command.
"Katara, I-I don't want to fight y—"
Smash!
Another tendril formed into an icy spike and impaled the hall table behind the jumpy ruler.
"Katara, what the FUCK?!"
A wave threw him backward and out the open window. Zuko crashed onto the cobblestone walkway, drenched and panting. Flames poured from his fists and he shot them upward, tearing through the window and setting the curtains ablaze.
Katara jumped through the flames and rolled across the stones, stopping just before her lover, arms coated with thick spirals of water.
"You're—" She pointed at him and the water morphed around her fingers. "You're such a dick!"
"It. Is. Christmas!" Zuko reminded her, spiting the words out between his teeth.
"And you got me a lousy giftcard! For Christmas!"
"It's the thought that counts!"
Katara's eyes narrowed. "Well—" Another large wave wrapped around Zuko's legs and hurled him backward a few feet. "—this'll make me feel better about your…thoughts!"
She sprinted forward, unleashing a menagerie of icy spikes. The spikes shot into the ground all around the ruler, who barely managed to dodge each troublesome attack. He bounced on the balls of his feet, unsure how to respond to the enraged bender.
"Katara," he said after blocking a disc aimed for his throat. "Katara, calm down!"
"I AM CALM!" she screamed, hurling another thick bout of discs.
Zuko parried the blows, winding his way through each assault, using his firebending only when absolutely necessary.
"FIGHT ME!" Katara wailed. She pulled water from the ground and sent it crashing through the walkway. At the last moment, she snapped her wrists up, which forced the water to surge upward, dousing her lover with another cruel flood.
Zuko's shoulders steamed and he growled as he stood. "If you want to fight so bad," he snarled, clenching his flaming fists, "fine."
He rotated his wrists, flinging orange blasts toward his smirking and waiting lover. Katara weaved through each explosion, expertly spinning through each tendril with graceful ease.
From the sidelines, the battle looked highly amusing. Zuko wore only his underwear, and a very powerful-looking erection tugged at the red fabric betwixt his legs. Similarly, Katara was still in her see-through teddy, thong riding up between her butt cheeks as she ran. The white fluff that outlined the top of her nighty occasionally puffed up and out or caught fire when Zuko shot wicked flames her way. But the pair continued fighting, ignoring their barely-clothed appearances, and instead focusing all of their attentions on each other…and not the small crowd that had started forming.
A chef, a few officers, the librarian, and a gaggle of ex-Fire Lord Ozai's old concubines were all walking about, celebrating the arrival of Christmas together. And when they saw the flaming and watery spectacle forming in the courtyard, they all had to ogle. It wasn't every day when two master benders of opposite elements fought against each other. In their underthings, no less.
The scene was highly baffling and entertaining. A few times, the women gasped when Zuko managed to get in a good shot, punching fire directly at the waterbender and catching the hem of her nighty on fire. The rest of the time, the officers whooped and hollered, silently begging that Zuko burn just a bit more fabric and expose the entirety of the waterbender's voluptuously buxom chest.
Sweat lined the brows of each bender. Katara used the back of her hand to clean the liquid away from her eyes while Zuko let it steam off his face in curling waves.
"AHHHHHH!" The waterbender sprung forward and used all of her bodyweight to ram into her lover. She punched at his chest, but Zuko caught her wrists and flung her to the charred, grassy floor below. She wriggled beneath him, snarling and curling her legs around his. "Fight me!" she screamed, teeth barred. "Fight me, you jerkbender!"
Zuko leaned in and increased his hold. "Katara," he said, struggling to keep her pinned. "Hold still!"
She rammed her knee up, catching him in the thigh. Zuko grunted with the impact but continued to keep her wrists secured.
"Let me go!" she snapped. "Zuko, let me go!"
"Not until you calm down! Jeez, Katara! This was all because I got you a flippin' giftcard!"
"Yeah! Because you're a big meanie!" She closed her eyes and focused on her lover's blood. She started tugging at his veins, manipulating his fingers to slowly release her.
"Katara," Zuko panted, feeling his blood curl in his body. "Katara, stop."
Her blue eyes snapped open and she stilled, chest heaving and exhaustion overcoming her. She noticed that Zuko was straddling her, his shins over her knees to pin her lower half down after she kneed him; his hands still secured around her wrists.
With each bender breathing heavily into each other's mouths, the moment felt intimately heated and Katara pushed her head forward, capturing Zuko's lips in her own.
Zuko kissed back eagerly, and when Katara nipped at his bottom lip, he bit her back. Slowly, one hand released her wrist; the other hand still had both of her hands captured, but he allowed his free fingers to roam down her face, neck, swell of her breasts, and finally rest against the hole he managed to create in her teddy. He chuckled in her mouth, forcing his lips to buzz inside hers as his fingers fondled the once-covered skin.
With a gasp, Katara pulled her face to the side and inhaled. Zuko's fingers continued their southward journey and the waterbender brought her lips to his ear and encouraged him to do more. "Fuck me, Zuko," she whimpered.
All too happy to comply, the Fire Lord released her wrists and used both of his thumbs to rip down his lover's barely-there thong. He pulled down his own underwear and crawled between her legs, inching each appendage apart with his heated fingertips.
He pounded into her once and then twice, the sound of his balls slapping Katara's backside echoing through the garden corridor. "Merry—" He thrusted and the waterbender mewled. "—fucking—" He pulled down one crimson cup of the teddy, exposing a dusty nipple, which he fondled with relish. "—Christmas!"
"Oooohhh, Zuuuuko!" Katara moaned, curling her legs around his hips and matching his thrusts.
The senses of sex quickly overpowered the pair; the sounds of squelching, wet sex organs greeting each other, continuously saying hello and goodbye; the aroma of hormones responding aggressively, air thick with husky, musty scents; the taste of Katara's Hussy, cherry-flavored lipstick; the feeling of the shredded nighty, increasing the friction between their skin with its thin material; the sight of each one, red-faced and panting between kisses.
Still on the sidelines, hidden from immediate view, the spectators were blushing. A mixture of tawny, gold, and hazel eyes looked erotically at the heated lovers, before the ex-concubines took the officers by their hands and lead them off and away, leaving the owlish librarian and the cook behind. She sniffed the empty air, nose high, while he chuckled. They both looked at each other and shrugged before walking away, hand in hand. Hey, it's Christmas, right?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Zuko panted, each word spewing out of his mouth as he lurched forward.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Katara took each prod and swiveled her hips against him, forcing him to growl with satisfaction.
"I'm close," he breathed.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Well, hold it!"
"I-I can't—auuughhhhhhh!"
Katara pushed Zuko's chest up a bit and found her clit; she circled the nub for a little while, knowing just the right spots to push. She felt Zuko start to collapse over her but she only needed one or two more circles…maybe a flick or two, too.
Circle, flick, circ—
"OOOOHHHHHHH!"
Panting and exhausted, Katara released her clit and felt Zuko's limp dick stir inside her as he pulled it out. A final squirt of cum poured out the tip and dribbled into the grass when he righted himself to lay beside his lover.
"That was nice," he commented, running his fingers through his hair.
"Mmmmm. Definitely a much better present," Katara nodded, still feeling the surging waves of pleasure coil around her core.
Zuko leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. "Merry Christmas, Katara."
Blue and golden eyes locked. "Merry Christmas, Zuko."
One more! One more! One more!
Special guest for the next one, so be prepared. He was mentioned already and it's time to bring him out! Whoop whoop!