AN: Cliffhangers are such a bitch. Now, this chapter has EXTREMELY EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT, so if that is something you are uncomfortable with, I suggest skipping down to where it says SAFE CONTENT FOR VIRGIN EYES. I do not not want to ruin someone's perfectly good virgin eyes. I would like to thank my friend who helped in writing the shameless smut you are all about to read.
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LGCoffeeAddict: Yes! The movie is by far a masterpiece! I happened across it on YouTube and was hooked. Deewani Mastani was the song that set me down the Bollywood Road. If you have any other recommendations, please share and vice verse!
raidersfan777: I am sorry your heart went through a beating, but it was worth it in the end right? I am happy you're enjoying this story so far and I am glad you found it!
Aaliyah92: I agree. I think an Agni Kai was far better than how I had it previously. I went through that story and smacked myself around a few times with some of my choices haha! And I am also so happy you came back for the re-vamped version and like it so far!
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"I couldn't let him have you," she nearly collapses at the sound of Zuko's rough voice and turns just in time as his lips crash against hers.
Rough hands dig into the flesh of her hips, pulling her impossibly close. She can barely breathe with the way Zuko devours her. Instinctively, Katara wraps her arms around his waist, insuring there is no space left between their bodies. She is however intrigued to find that he is still dressed from the waist down. Slowly she feels him back her up until finally she is being pressed against the wall of the pool. She feels his hands cup her face as his lips slot over hers, his tongue dancing across her bottom lip, begging for entrance.
As she gasps for air, he takes advantage of the small opening. His tongue slips into her mouth and duels with hers in a way she is not entirely prepared for. Without intention, Katara moans into the kiss, renewing Prince Zuko's vigor. She is suffocating, her body is on fire and a pulsating, delirious want aches between her legs. She never felt this with Jet. Never desired for him to completely consume her, yet with Zuko, his fire is coursing through her veins and she welcomes it,
practically begs for it.
"I want you," he whispers raggedly against her lips, forehead pressing against hers.
Katara tries to speak, but her words are so jumbled in her mind that she fears she won't convey anything right. So she nods softly, her eyes meeting his and she nearly chokes at how dark those turmeric golden orbs have become. Suddenly his hands are on the under part of her thighs and she yelps as he lifts her from the pool, sitting her on the ledge. He moves in, positioning himself between her legs while remaining in the pool. Her hands find purchase in his onyx locks and she pulls him in for a kiss as his hands dance along her thighs. Slowly, she feels as one of Zuko's hands travels up her hip, fluttering across her stomach, before dancing between her breasts to rest right above her heart. A small, abrasive push and he has her on the flat of her back. The pads of his fingers run down the length of her body and she feels her heart stop as he teases just beneath her breasts, down to the tender spots over her pelvis before coming down to the underside of her knees.
She sits up on her elbows as his hands massage the backs of her knees and he seems to be asking her for permission to continue. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before she lowers herself to the ground, flashing him a small smirk in response.
That is all it took. Suddenly she feels her legs being lifted to where her knees are hooked on either shoulder. Fingers travel further up her legs and before she can register what their destination is, she feels his breath rush up against her exposed sex. Her toes curl at his proximity and she has to keep herself from arching her lower half into his awaiting mouth. Zuko exhales, his breath is warm against her flesh and Katara cannot help but squirm in anticipation. She wants to pull him into her, to sedate the ache she feels. The longing that her body is experiencing is excruciatingly intoxicating. He is so incredibly close but not close enough. Just as she is about to move, he dives between her legs, his mouth attaching itself to the flesh of her inner thigh and she releases a shuddering breath. His lips drag along her skin, trailing searing kisses with each firm press. His breath ghosts over her sex, his lips barely grazing it as he passes over it to kiss her other thigh. Katara feels like she will burst if he doesn't touch her there. This is pure torture.
"Please—"she whimpers softly, looking at him through half lidded eyes, "please your maje—aaaaaah!" she gasps, her eyes widening as his wet tongue flicks over her clit, her lower half arching into his hungry mouth.
The grip he has on her outer thighs tighten at hearing her wanton moans. Nipping, sucking and teasing at her small bundle of nerves is enough to have her body tighten and coil around him. Slowly he brings one of his hands between Katara's legs. She is slick, dripping wet and he finally tastes her.
Her nectar is sweet like dragon fruit and it makes Zuko practically ravenous. The low, guttural moan that escapes her is doing things to him and he is trying to make this as pleasurable for her without turning into an Agni damned animal. But the aphrodisiacs in the air are making everything more difficult and more electrifying all at the same time. Slowly he teases her entrance with two fingers and instinctively, Katara rolls her hips forward, engulfing him.
Her breathing is nothing more than shattered gasps and whimpering pants. Her hands claw at nothing as her body rises off the floor, a swelling sensation churning in her lower stomach. Her thighs clench around Zuko's head as his fingers brush against that sensitive spot within her. Fingers lace in his hair as she grinds against his mouth and fingers, on the edge of her first orgasm. The pressure is building inside her, like an overrun damn and she is practically bursting at the seems. Spots cloud her vision and she cannot help the moans that slip past her lips. Trying to conceal her voice, she clamps her free hand over her mouth, effectively silencing herself.
Sensing this, Zuko pulls back, gasping for air and their eyes meet. Tears brim Katara's and Zuko cannot help but feel as wrecked as she looks. His fingers twitch inside her, making her body jerk as he hits a certain bundle of nerves and he smirks triumphantly.
Katara practically whines when his fingers leave her inner walls, but she is satisfied when he climbs out of the pool and slowly crawls up her body. His lips leaving searing imprints on her flesh.
"Don't silence yourself," he pulls her hand from her mouth, "I want to hear you," he whispers, before lowering his lips to her throat.
Katara's hands come up. One to his back, her blunt nails digging into his skin as his teeth scrape across her jaw and the other entangled in his hair, pressing him closer. She hisses when he starts to nip at the androgynous zone on her neck and feels her body loosen under his ministrations. His tongue laps over her pulse and she grinds into his body. She is on fire and he is the only thing in this moment that can douse out the flames.
"Zuko—" his name passes through her lips, whispered like a prayer and he cuts her off, lips on hers as his hand finds purchase once more between her legs. She arches into his hand, panting against his mouth heatedly. What catches her off guard is the feeling of Zuko's lips wrapping around the dusky flesh of one of her nipples. He sucks obscenely on the delegate nub, tongue circling it as it hardens from the pressure. He flicks his tongue over the top of her nipple as his teeth clamp around it with just enough force to drive her insane. Soon he pulls the nipple through his teeth before trailing down her diaphragm, sucking bruises into the skin of her ribs before she feels his heated breath over her other nipple. Zuko's actions repeat as he attacks it with the same vigor as the other.
Katara writhes under his heated touch, mind going delirious as she tries to focus simultaneously on the fingers thrusting inside of her and the skillful flicker of Zuko's tongue. She must sound pathetic and desperate, random words tumbling out of her mouth as she lets out throaty moans. A cry of ecstasy escapes her as his teeth clamp around her nipple and his tongue brushes across its sensitive head. Katara is losing her mind and her body aches with a familiar overwhelming sensation.
"Please," she sobs when he pulls her sensitive bud through his teeth, before coming up to watch her.
"Let go Katara," he whispers, eyes raking over her face.
She bites her lip, her hand grabbing onto his bicep as the other grapples at the floor beneath her. She can feel that swelling, building sensation inside her once more as she grinds her hips against him faster. Seeking that desirable friction.
The dam breaks its hold and she is flooded with an overwhelming sensation that rocks her to her core. Her body trembles beneath him as she clings to him for dear life. Her breath tickles his ear as he tucks his head into the crook of her neck. His hand slips beneath her and splays out over the small curve of her spine, bringing their lower halves closer. Her legs wrap around him instinctively and Zuko takes this moment to secure her to him and pulls them both up from the floor. They stay there for a moment, Zuko sitting on his haunches and Katara in his lap. She pulls back to look at him, her fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. Her breathing is evening out slowly while her body is still sensitive from his attention. His hand comes up to move her hair away from her face and she brings her own hand up to cup his scarred cheek. Their eyes connect. Both searching one another's for something, but neither quite sure what their looking for. Zuko tentatively tilts his head to the side, pulling her hand from his face to kiss her palm. Cautiously he moves forward and Katara meets him halfway in an explosive kiss. Her legs tighten around him as she feels him lift their bodies completely off the floor and soon he is moving them to the bed.
Red silk greets her back with a cool caress as Zuko settles on top of her, one leg between hers and his arms caging her in his presence. Their tongues dual for dominance and when Katara feels like she might have the upper hand, his leg presses into her sex, effectively distracting her. She mewls in his mouth, grinding her hips down against his leg and starts to pant as that delicious ache comes rushing back.
Zuko pulls away from her slowly, giving her bottom lip a tug with his teeth. She watches him as he lifts himself up from the bed, his hands at the waistline of his trousers. He hesitates for the briefest moment as if to give Katara the opportunity to change her mind and go running back to the harem. But she doesn't. Instead she runs her hand delicately across her breast, down past her naval and teases her bud. She is shameless in this moment and she loves the way she affects him. His eyes seem to darken more, if it were even possible, but he does something she does not expect. He walks away, disappearing into a room a few feet from the bed.
Confused, Katara sits up on the bed, "Your majesty?"
She is met with nothing but silence. Quietly she slips from the bed, padding softly over to the door where Zuko disappeared. She presses her ear against it to see if she can hear what he's doing inside, but she is met with nothing but silence. Pulling back, her hand gingerly flexes over the door handle, preparing to open it when it flies away from her with force. She gasps, jumping back to see Zuko standing there with a crimson towel wrapped around his waist and a silk sash in his hand.
Zuko takes a moment to look at Katara, eyes alight like burning embers before he steps into her personal space, crowding her against the nearest wall.
He leans in, breath hot and heavy against the shell of her ear, "I thought I left you on the bed."
Katara's body liquifies at the sound of his voice. But before she can muster a response, Zuko spins her with such force that it knocks the breath from her lungs. His hands pull at her wrists, bringing them together and she feels him fastening the red sash, binding them together.
"What are you—"
"I wonder," he spins her back around, stepping between her legs, pressing a knee against her sex to rub slow, calculating circles against her bud, "will you let me have you?"
Katara exhales a breathy sigh, tossing her head back against the wall when Zuko leans in to nip at her throat. He takes a moment, dotting the skin of Katara's neck with light, teasing little pecks, just faint enough for her to feel his mouth ghosting over her skin.
"Yes. Want y-you. Ne-eed you," Katara whines.
Zuko grins, a pleasant curl folding over his lips when he leans back to look Katara in the eyes, forcing her to look back at him. She tries looking away, a deep blush blooming over her cheeks.
"Look at me," his voice commands, Katara's eyes snap back to his, "never look away."
She nods, "Yes, your majesty."
His eyes narrow a fraction, "Zuko, for when we are alone," he presses his knee harder into her, groaning hungrily when he hears the faint moan that gets tangled in the back of Katara's throat.
"Come on love, let me hear you," he leans in, whispering against her throat, "I like these sweet, breathy little moans. They're mine."
Katara's eyes sparkle as tiny droplets of water line her eyelids, coating her long lashes in sparkling tears, threatening to spill over her rose dusted cheeks. She doesn't know why she feels so embarrassed when Zuko calls her love but she finds herself wondering if Zuko says this sort of thing to Song when they are in the throes of passion.
What she does know is that she is desperate for his touch, "Katara," Zuko warns in a low, gruff tone when she does not respond to him.
Something within him snaps, his orbs glistening with carnality and it makes Katara's stomach churn, "Answer me," his hand cups her mandible, drawing her face close.
"They're yours, only yours!" Katara whimpers, breath hitching in the back of her throat when she greedily rolls her hips down against him, the growing pressure between her legs in need of release, "Touch me! Please!"
With urgency, Zuko pulls Katara from the wall, backing her towards the bed. The backs of her knees collide with the bed frame and Zuko crowds her space, forcing her to fall backwards into the bed. She scoots back on the silk sheets, away from Zuko, her eyes begging him to follow her. Like a tigerdillo Zuko stalks up her body. He hovers over Katara, grappling onto her body with urgency as if he can no longer will himself to resist her. The aphrodisiacs are starting to affect him and he doesn't know how much longer he can draw the pleasure out for her.
He takes a moment to admire Katara's perfect body, his hands splaying flat over the soft skin of her toned stomach, slowly gliding them up her chest, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
"Fuck," Katara moans, throwing her head back against the bed while wrapping her legs tightly around Zuko's waist. She feels the monstrous bulge between his legs as it presses against her, the wetness between her legs sending a shiver up her spine.
Suddenly Zuko surges forward to kiss her, tenderly — like he means it — and it startles Katara a great deal, her mind going completely blank.
Zuko connects their lips, lingering for a moment as he gently nudges their noses together while they kiss, and Katara wishes she could reach up to grip his face in her hands in response.
Never has she felt more helpless than in this moment. Her body at the mercy of his hands and she knows she should hate it, but she cannot will herself to do so. Perhaps it's the effects of the aphrodisiacs in the room, but she cannot stop her body from responding to his touch. She trembles beneath the pads of his calloused fingers as they run over her sensitive flesh.
"Do you enjoy this?" Zuko asks Katara, whispering the words against the flush of her trembling lips, licking at the seam of her mouth as he circles the pad of his thumb over Katara's wet, leaking sex, stringing the cum between his fingers.
"I do," she breathes out harshly, "but I cannot take it anymore!"
Katara gasps when Zuko steps off the bed, pealing the towel from his body, his length springing free, arching up toward his ruggedly toned stomach like a dragon rearing it's head.
"Zuko," she whines shamelessly, looking up at him when he reaches down to thread his fingers through long, messy strands of brunette hair that frame her face.
"Normally, I'd want to take my time with you," Zuko explains, petting Katara's hair a little rougher, curling the loose, wavy strands around his fingers before giving them a playful tug, forcing Katara to lean forward against him.
"But I cannot wait," Zuko growls watching Katara with animalistic eyes, "I need to feel you, now."
He reaches forward to grab Katara's ankles pulling her toward the edge of the bed.
His heart is beating like a drum when he feels how hot and fiery Katara's skin is to the touch — burning against the inside of his palm. Zuko practically growls when he sees just how messy and wet Katara is between her legs; nectar pouring out of her sex and down onto the bed, with every clench she makes at the emptiness that succumbs her.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Zuko whispers, reaching to graze a finger up the back of Katara's thigh to coat his digit, bringing it up to his lips to taste just how sweet, and eager she is for him.
"You're practically dripping. I could sustain myself on the feast between your legs alone," the prince reaches between Katara's thighs to caress her clit a few times, listening to her moans and watches how she shies away from his lewd words. Her chest glistens with beads of sweat and rises and falls in a fast heated tempo.
He jostles his hips so that his length nudges against her entrance. Katara whimpers helplessly as he pushes forward, stretching her open. She's gasping breathlessly as he buries himself to the hilt within her velvety heat.
"You're so fucking tight and warm," Zuko gasps out, hands digging into her hips.
"Spirits!" Katara sobs at full volume, feeling her muscles stretch around the girth of Zuko's length as it starts to slowly pulse little by little, against the walls of her sex.
"Feels s-so good," she breathes, rotating her hips around, trying to quench her need, "move, please."
"I want to tear you apart," Zuko says, breathlessly, leaning down to kiss at her rib cage.
"Do it!" Katara sobs, damp lashes coating her cheeks with tears.
She tries rocking her hips again, feeling Zuko twitch inside of her when the head of his length nearly pops out of her slick sex before gliding all the way back in with a lewd squelch echoing all throughout the room. It makes her head spin, unsure how much longer she can take before she's making an even bigger mess of herself on the bed — especially when Zuko's lips quirk up into a snarl and he's slapping the outer part of thigh. The sting is instantaneous as it flares and blooms over the flesh, sending a shiver to run up her spine when she sobs.
"You like that, don't you?" Zuko pants, trying to keep himself together as Katara unconsciously clenches around him.
She nods her head, fervently shaking and wiggling her hips around, trying to bring him in deeper as she clenches on purpose around his girth. She is feeling an array of emotions and sensations, all of which are completely knew to her. She find it to be exhilarating. Now more than ever she believes that the aphrodisiacs the Madam supplied her with was turning her and Zuko into two beings, succumbing to their most darkest carnal desires. She would never admit it out loud, but she always fantasized what it would be like to be at another's mercy. To have all control stripped from her. To be ravaged while completely helpless. What's more, she didn't even need to voice these thoughts to Zuko. He seemed to just know. One minute he is soft and delicate with her, the next he aggressive and so exquisitely brutal that it makes her head spin. She knew all along there was a caged animal inside him. Katara could see it that day when he sparred, when they were left alone together in Mushi's quarters and even just before, when she danced for him.
She clamps down on him again, earning a grunt from deep within his chest, "You're such a fucking tease," Zuko grins wickedly, licking at his lips when he reaches to grab Katara's hips, stopping her from moving altogether.
"Stop," he commands, his voice airy and deep at the same time. If she continues, he won't be able to satisfy her like he desires.
Katara smirks, she has the upper hand, even if her hands are tied behind her back, "No," she breathes.
Zuko gives Katara's thigh another light slap, relishing in the blossoming wail that slips from her throat and into the air around them.
"Stop moving, Katara. I know you—" Katara disobeys him, continuing to rock her hips and slide herself up and down onto the swell of Zuko's length, feeling it pulse against her walls every time.
"No," she rebuts, throwing her head back against the bed to let out a throaty moan as she continues rutting her hips.
"I said stop," Zuko raises his voice.
He spreads Katara's legs, pushing her forward so he has space to crawl up onto the bed between them, roughly pulling her thighs around his waist. Katara whimpers and smirks at the change in pace, hungrily licking and biting at her bottom lip when she sees that she's successfully managed to light a fire in Zuko's inner dragon.
"You want to act like a whore?" he growls against her throat, marking her roughly before pulling his lips up to her ear, "then I'll fuck you like one," Zuko grinds harshly into her, his piercing gaze baring into Katara's soul as a warning.
She nods feverishly, wanting to see just how far she's pushed him. Her thighs tremble around him. Her body ignited by his touch and she feels like she is about to burst once more. She is sensitive, so very sensitive and it is driving her deliriously crazy and in the best way.
"But just remember, you're my whore," his hand is gripping her mandible again, drawing her face close, their breaths intermingling, "Only I get to see you like this, understood?"
His tone is unlike anything Katara has ever experienced, crippling in the way it makes her body short circuit and feel like she's going to explode under the pressure. She's never seen Zuko be so possessive. It makes her wonder what's going on inside that mind of his, aside from the obvious lust that's pumping straight toward his manhood, as it twitches against her inner thigh.
Zuko pulls himself back up, lining the head of his length up with her entrance and pushes in quickly, and then pulls his cock completely out of Katara, making her whine miserably when her hole clenches around the loss, stretched open by the intrusion.
" Zu-Zuko—"
"Katara," Zuko grinds out, the patience absent in his voice as he speaks in a deep, growly tone and wastes no time in reaching forward to grip Katara's chin in a tight hold.
"Do you understand me, or not?"
Katara nods against the grip on her chin, tilting her head down to engulf his thumb in her mouth. Her tongue swipes over the digit and she moans, "Mhmm," tasting her sweet juices on his thumb.
Zuko glances down between them, watching the latter shake like a leaf in front of him.
"Answer me, or I'm not going touch you anymore."
"Yes, Zuko. I understand," Katara licks her lips, a few beads of sweat trickle down her temple to soak a strand of hair against her face, "only yours," she squirms beneath his heated gaze and tries to shield her face, but the bindings beneath her won't budge.
Zuko smirks, grabbing Katara's hips, twisting her around to where she's laying face down. Pushing her legs up to where her lower half is in the air, while still pinning her torso to the bed. Slowly he lines himself up with her entrance again, pushing in past the ring of muscles with a sigh.
"You're cute when you're desperate, you know that?" he says, voice wavering only slightly when Katara clenches tightly around him.
Katara lets out another throaty whine, grappling at the hand against her back when she feels Zuko push all the way in, filling her to the brim with his thick, cock as it throbs against the bundle of nerves deep within, at just the perfect angle.
"Spirits yes! Zuko, please...right there!" she gasps into the silk sheets.
Zuko rocks his hips, burying himself to the hilt as he looks down between them, amazed to see Katara is ripped through a second orgasm, hips shivering against the deep, languid thrusts he makes inside her.
"Fuck, already?" he whispers out astonished, hands running down to grab at her bound wrists and hip.
"Fuh-feels good," Katara gasps, breath hitching in the back of her throat when Zuko pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts, hard, back into her body — another wave of wetness drowning Zuko's shaft.
"Spirits, you're a dream," Zuko groans, his inner beast begging him to pick up the pace when his length starts to throb, the more Katara screams out into the room.
He feels his carnal desires start to take over, his body aching badly for release as he pounds unrelenting into Katara's pliant body. Her broken moans and coos are enough to drive him over the edge, but he wants her to cum once more before he gives into his beastly nature. He wants to see her unravel beneath him.
Quickly he sears the sash that binds her wrists, freeing them from their confines. Katara quickly pulls them under her and he chokes when she uses her leverage to now grind back against him with force. Meeting him thrust for thrust. He collapses on her almost, if not for his arms keeping him up. One shifts beneath her, going straight for her clit. He feels her buck wildly against him as he finds what he's looking for, her walls clench uncontrollably around him and he knows it's only a matter of time. Slowly he sinks his teeth into the small juncture between neck and shoulder and Katara throws her head back at the sensation.
"Zu-Zuko—" she moans and his cock twitches within her.
After a few more sharp thrusts, Zuko pulls out, smirking at Katara's whimpering from the loss of him.
"Turn over," he commands, his hands aiding in twisting her body back around, "lift your leg," he says, huffing out a stream of uneven breaths as he thrusts back into her.
With every sharp thrust he makes, he's confident that he's making Katara feel as wrecked as she looks, based on the look of utter devastation that ripples over her features.
Katara does as she's told, raising one leg up over Zuko's shoulder as an arm moves to cover her face when she feels her cheeks are absolutely burning, the force of her oncoming orgasm throwing her into a tide of chagrin shame.
"Don't his yourself from me," Zuko rasps, "I want to see you," he reaches up to pry Katara's arm away from her face, eager to get a glimpse at the look of unadulterated bliss that colors her skin and paints her features bright.
He leans in, trapping her lips in a heated kiss, "It'd be a shame for that look on your face to go to waste," he whispers against her mouth.
"Zuko—" Katara whines against him, although she's unsure of what more she wants.
"Yes, Katara," his teeth mark her throat, "tell me what you need."
Zuko drives his cock in deeper, thrusting ardently inside of Katara, loving the way her body shakes around him, "Spirits, you feel so good Katara, so fucking good," he finds himself praising her again.
Katara whimpers, arms encircling him as he continues to thrust crazily inside of her.
"Mine," Zuko growls against her throat in such a low and dangerous tone of voice.
Katara cums again on the spot, body twitching against his when her back arches off the bed as Zuko continues to ram into her spot, pressing into her body, so slick and tight.
"Spirits, again?" he breathes out astonished, pulling back to look Katara in the eyes.
"Zuko, I c-can't—"
"You're okay," he breathes, leaning down to kiss at Katara's collar bone, sucking at the skin softly.
She gasps, gripping Zuko's shoulders in an instant at one particularly sharp thrust.
Zuko smirks, lips locked onto Katara's skin as he murmurs softly against her burning flesh, teeth nipping at her skin as he moves up her throat.
Katara whines affably, swallowing heavily as Zuko continues rocking his hips, sliding in and out of her sex at a slow and languid pace while teasing her neck with his teeth. She tightens her one leg on Zuko's waist, though her body quickly surrenders her hold due to how weak she is starting to feel.
Zuko places a chaste kiss to Katara's skin before moving in to capture her lips in a hurried, fiery kiss that's all tongue and teeth, no room for air as he resorts back to a brutal pace, brutally fucking inside of Katara with renewed vigor.
Katara clutches onto Zuko's face, kissing him hungrily as their tongues twirl together, Zuko licking into her mouth with a fiery growl, filling Katara's lungs.
"Zuko, please!" she gasps against his lips.
Zuko bucks his hips a few more times, reaching to place his hand over Katara's throat, nuzzling into the crook of her neck to breathe deeply, inhaling her intoxicating scent until his mind goes blank, his inner beast taking over.
His grip isn't that tight, and although Katara finds herself wishing it were firmer — perhaps suffocating her into a turbulent haze — it's enough to have her cumming a fourth time, albeit slightly overstimulated as Zuko continues to ram into that sensitive little bundle of nerves inside of her body.
"Aaaaahhh! I'm—I can't—ZUKO!"
"It's okay. Just hold onto me," Zuko mutters affectionately into the space below Katara's chin, squeezing her body in his hands whilst his cock slips past her tight muscles with little resistance, gliding against her glorious bundle of nerves to tease it with added pressure.
Katara grips onto Zuko's shoulders, letting him fuck into her like his life depends on it, feeling his muscles start to go limp with how tired he's starting to feel.
"Just let go, Katara. Let me feel you falling apart."
It doesn't take long for Zuko to take his own advice.
He huffs, the tightening grip of Katara's sex around his cock finally pulling him over the edge. She clenches around him as another wave of pleasure rocks her body and it has Zuko bursting inside of her when her hips start to shake. He paints her inner walls with his seed, mixing with her luscious, dewy nectar.
"Spirits, feel amazing," he trails kisses up her neck before claiming her lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
Katara's breath is ragged as she feels Zuko twitch inside her. There are so many things she wants to say, but she cannot form the words on her tongue. So she does the one thing she knows will convey her sincerity. She leans in, capturing him in a deep, sensual kiss before rolling them over and coming to rest on top of Zuko. Her lips move down his jaw, tongue lapping at his throat and she feels his body still when she grades over his pulse. She smirks, storing that information for later use.
Slowly she slides down his body, leaving wet kisses over every patch of skin she claims, until finally she's on her knees, bent down between his legs.
His lust worn eyes watch her as her tongue swipes out over her lips, teeth biting at the corner of her mouth before she quickly engulfs his length into her wet heat.
Zuko throws his head back, his hips itching to drive up into the back of her throat. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He is over stimulated but his body begs for more of that delicious mouth wrapped around him. When he looks back at Katara, he sees her staring at him through her lashes as she bobs up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
"Katara—" his voice cracks as she picks up her pace. One hand rests on his hip while the other slowly trails up his chiseled abdomen, fingers teasing at his nipple.
His mind is in a haze and any form of self restraint he had left, dies when he feels her teeth graze his cock. With a mind of their own, Zuko's hips snap up, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat and Katara gags momentarily. Her hands come to hold his hips down, but Zuko quickly grabs a fistful of her hair, causing Katara to moan around his shaft. The vibrations of her throat doing things to him.
He pulls her off his cock, allowing her to breathe for a moment. She coughs softly, licking at the cum on her lips before diving back down, sinking her mouth around him.
Zuko pants and he forces her head down while adjusting his hips and snapping them up into her inviting mouth. Katara moans and whimpers around him, lapping at their mixed juices on his length. The sheer lewdness of this whole ordeal makes her toes curl and she absentmindedly thinks that she may have a problem. But her thoughts are cut short when Zuko pulls her off of him, gripping her shoulders and pulling her up to him.
Their mouths clash and he licks into her wet cavern, tasting himself and her on Katara's lips as he lines himself up with her entrance.
"Scream for me," he pants and he snaps up into Katara harshly, watching as she arches her body away from him.
His lips clamp around one of her nipples as he fucks into her at a brutalizing pace. Her breaths are mere gasps as her lungs fail to fully fill with air and her moans reverberate off the walls. No doubt to be heard by others.
She falls forward, chest presses against his and her breath laps against his scarred ear. Her hands grip at his shoulder and the sheets and he continues to abuse her sensitive sex. She cums for the sixth time and her mind is clouded and her body spent.
Finally a few sharp thrusts later, he releases himself in her once more, followed by a few more thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, before letting his arms fall to his sides.
SAFE CONTENT FOR VIRGIN EYES
They are breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed against one another and Zuko finds himself absentmindedly running his fingers through her damp locks.
"How do you feel?" he asks timidly, a complete contrast to his demanding and brutal persona moments ago.
Katara pulls back, crossing her arms over his chest and rests her head there. She catches her breath before she smiles up at him.
"I feel wonderful Zuko," her cheeks are dusted pink as she averts her gaze, "I hope I was able to satisfy you."
Zuko's brows furrow, "You did more than satisfy me Katara," he chuckles, fingers brushing hair from her forehead.
After a few moments of silence, Zuko taps at Katara's arm, signally for her to get up. She rolls off of him and he quickly slides off the bed, headed for the bathing quarters a few feet away. She hears what sounds like running water, but does not get up to investigate. Her body feels like water itself and she is content curling up and falling asleep right there.
But as her mind begins to drift off into slumber, she feels her body being plucked from the bed, "Lets get you cleaned up," Zuko's voice echoes around her and she nods into his chest.
They sink into a tub of warm water and Katara sighs at how blissful it feels. Her back presses into Zuko's chest, her hands resting on his thighs. She feels him bring a cloth to her body, wiping the sweat and sex from her flesh. She cannot help but wonder if he is this generous and gentle with Song.
Now that her mind is no longer clouded by intimacy and the aphrodisiacs, there are words she has been meaning to say to him since he first kissed her.
"Thank you," she whispers, her hand tighten on his forearm as it rests offer her chest.
His lips kiss at her shoulder gingerly, "For what?"
Katara turns to face him, resting legs on either side of his hips. She takes the cloth from his hands and begins to wash him down, eyes cast away from his.
"For not letting your father have me," she breathes out, her gaze slowly rising up to meet his.
She is stilled when she sees a sincere look cross over his features and he pulls her in close, "I'd never let anyone have you."
She sobs at the tone in his voice, it is filled with genuine sincerity and possessiveness, "Why?"
"I made a vow long ago to keep you safe," he whispers, hands coming to cup her face.
She shakes her head, "You don't even know me—" she hiccups, her hands coming up to grab at his wrists.
Zuko's eyes soften as he brings her in close to him, his lips graze hers tenderly before he pushes her off him gently. He quickly exits the tub, leaving Katara in tears and walks back into the main chamber. She sighs into her hands, trying to understand what he meant. Soon he comes back into the bathing room with a small box in his hands.
"Scoot back," he whispers as he steps back into the tub, before he effectively pulls her back into his lap.
He holds the box up before her, "The first time I laid eyes on you, you were healing one of my men," Katara's eyes snap to his as she takes the box from his hands hesitantly, "just south of the Western Air Temple four years ago."
Katara's brow scrunches, "I don't recall—"
Zuko chuckles, "I never flashed my rank around. I was, still am, a soldier and I fall into the ranks with the grunts. It's where I feel most comfortable."
Katara nods slowly, her fingers clenching around the box, "That was the first time I witnessed mercy," he reaches out, tilting her chin up, "I watched as one of our greatest enemies, injured and blood thirsty, put aside her hatred to save the life of a soldier who tried to kill her. You took my breath away."
Katara narrows her eyes softly, "I couldn't let him die," she whispers, "I wasn't a monster…" her voice trails off and Zuko sighs softly.
"I then encountered you at the Battle of Shakura Forest," her breath hitches, that was the encounter where Zhao almost killed her, "and I saw your ferocity when you dueled against Zhao."
Her chest begins to tighten at his words, her hand coming to rest over her beating heart, "When you fell to him," Zuko crowds her, pressing her into the tub, arms caging her beneath him, "I knew I had to do something."
It takes her a moment to find her words, her heart beating wildly as she searches his eyes in earnest, "You?" she questions, her brows scrunching together as she pulls back from him slightly, "It was you who saved my life?" her voice is laced with doubt and without a breath between them, Zuko surges forward, taking her breath from her lungs as he kisses her with such tender passion.
Zuko pulls back slowly, resting his head against her, their noses bumping together, "I couldn't let him hurt you," he whispered and Katara begins to cry. She pulls at the nape of his neck, drawing his lips back to hers and she kisses him as her tears mix with their tangled tongues and saliva.
She is so overwhelmed with this new found knowledge. Zuko knew her from years ago and what's more, he had saved her that fateful day. He was the savior she had so longed to meet and thank. Her heart is bursting with new emotions that she isn't sure where she goes from this moment.
"I am indebted to you," she gasps against his lips, her body pressing close to his, "I searched for you everywhere."
Zuko's arms wrap around her, pulling her onto his lap and there, their bodies come together in a slow, passionate dance that only lovers would share with one another. They don't know what they are, except grateful to have finally found one another.
Katara searching for the soldier who saved her life and Zuko for the Warrior Princess who captured his heart on the battlefield long ago.
After their bodies began to prune, Zuko dries them both off and wraps them in warm, dry towels. He finds the box and hands it to Katara, her eyes widening when she realizes that she had dropped it during Zuko's confession.
"I kept it, hoping that I'd one day find you again," Zuko whispers.
Katara pries the box open slowly, blue silk coming into her view, followed by a moonstone covered in the Northern Water Tribe symbol for ocean waves. She gasps and her hand comes up to contain it. A fresh new set of tears prick at her eyes and she runs her fingers delicately over the silk fabric.
"My necklace…" she looks up at Zuko to see he is closer now, his hand pulling the necklace out and setting the box aside.
"I made sure to keep it somewhere safe," he invaded her space momentarily, bringing the necklace up to her throat and fasting it securely. His hands move her hair back to wrap around her shoulders and he takes a step back to admire her.
Her hand instinctively comes up to clench at the choker, relief flooding her body as she finally feels it beneath her fingers.
"It is an honor to finally meet you again," he pulls her into him, "Princess Katara," she laughs and sobs at the same time, tucking herself into him, biting her face into the crook of his neck. He smells of sandalwood and smoke. It's a scent she wants to be wrapped and smothered in and she presses closer to him.
"It is so nice to be able to thank you for saving my life," she kisses his neck, "Prince Zuko."
They stand there holding one another for a few moments before Zuko pulls away, "Let's go to bed."
Katara nods, taking his hand and allows him to lead her back to the bed. Zuko pulls the towels from their bodies and the both crawl in under the silk sheets. He saddles up against her back, pulling her into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around her waist.
After a tender kiss to her shoulder, he buries his nose into Katara's curls.
"Goodnight Katara," he whispers.
She tightens her hold on his forearm, "Goodnight Zuko."