AN:Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry for the delay. I wanted to give you guys something with a little more meat on it, especially after that last chapter. Now, there will be EXTREME EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT that is not meant for virgin eyes once again and I will make those in the chapter below. Now! Time to respond to your comments! I'll be responding to chapter 8's comments first, and then chapter 9's since I did not do those this last chapter. Please forgive me!
Chapter 8 Comments:
FabyVane – I hope the wait didn't kill you for too long!
Guest – Zuko wants to kill Ozai, that much is certain. I enjoy an older, more matured Zuko. Teenager Zuko was fantastic, but this story called for him to be war torn, experienced and harsh.
Mimi – Thank god for Iroh! His lessons have taught Zuko how to survive and to be a master in his own right. Daddy apparently didn't get the memo that Zuko is no longer going to be tossed around.
Guest – I like you lol. Ozai will not go unscathed in this story.
Raidersfan777 – You truly can never go wrong with some good ol steamy smexy time lol!
Guest aka Sandy - I'm so sorry that you weren't having a good week and that this was something to brighten your mood. Ozai drama is only gonna get worse from here. So be prepared! Also, love the chef kiss lol!
Writer Rider Dirty Thirties – Hello! Welcome to the story! I have read all of your detailed reviews and I love reading your thoughts! I am sorry I skipped the comments last chapter, forgive me! I am glad you read the original, trust me it wasn't anything to remember lol! Your absolutely right! Zuko has grown and this version of him still has some smug cockiness to him, but he has become a changed man. His time in the military saw to that. There is a lot that Zuko is holding back for his uncle and it shows how much restraint he has learned over the years. Now that they are joint tribes, Katara still holds title of Princess, but Yue is crowned princess. I do plant lots of little clues in each chapter about what is to come and I've got to tell you, you have bee finding them! That's awesome!
Chapter 9 Comments:
Guest – The blame falls partially to Iroh but also to Ozai. It was hard writing Iroh in a light that would make people hate him. I even hated him as I wrote this, but I wanted feelings and emotions to be authentic. Zuko and Azula are definitely something lol.
Guest – Ozai did break the law by all accounts. Let's see how that unfolds and Song, well, we will see about her soon enough.
Beautiful Evil – Thank you! I appreciate that! I'm glad it has kept you on your toes thus far. I hope to keep doing so in the future!
TheGirlWithTheCurls10 – Thank you! I appreciate the compliments and I am so happy you enjoy this story! Please look forward to more!
HeyItsKarma – Thank you! I appreciate that! Sometimes I always fear that my writing isn't up to par. So I appreciate your encouraging words!
Raiza-Chan – It was a hard chapter to write. But I had t keep it authentic to who Ozai is as a person and to how the story develops. But I thank you for pushing through it. Now, this chapter should make up for it, hopefully!
FadedGloryyyChief Sosa – Thank you so much! I saw Zuko the same way after the war, but I wanted to portray him like that during the war. He's in a situation where he has to learn the harshness of reality and to become more mature and thick skinned. But he is still to his core, a caring person. Sometimes it's just harder to reach that side of him. And 10/10?! Thank you! I always want to write good quality material for you guys and I didn't feel like the original did that. So I decided to give it a revamp and I am in live with this version so much more.
Alright! On with the story!
"This is your fault!" Zuko hisses into Iroh's face as he backs his Uncle up against Doctor Li's doors.
Tears sting at his eyes, he is overwrought with blind rage, "I never should have listened to you!" his vocal cords strain in his throat, "I could have protected her!" His fists bunch into the fabric of his Uncle's night gown and he slams him roughly into the doors, but not rough enough.
Iroh's features are distressed to say the least, "Nephew—"
"Ozai raped her Uncle!" Zuko fumes.
Dull golden eyes grow wide for a split second before recovering quickly, "You cannot kill Ozai," Iroh whispers back harshly, "he is not your's to kill!"
Zuko let's out a furious yell and slams his fist into the wall, right next to Iroh's head. Fire erupts on contact and yet Iroh is not at all swayed by his nephew's display of aggression.
"Get out of my sight," Zuko hisses softly, releasing Iroh's collar.
With nothing more to say to his Uncle, Zuko enters the doctor's chambers to check on Katara's condition.
Iroh watches him leave. He understands his pain and cannot blame his nephew for feeling the way that he does. Truth be told, he honestly believed Ozai would no longer want Katara after knowing his son had laid with her. He assumed that his brother would no longer see a challenge and would move on. But he miscalculated and that miscalculation cost Katara greatly.
Though he understands the multitude of reasons why Zuko should lay claim to his father's life, Iroh cannot let him destroy everything they've worked so hard to achieve and all because of a young woman. He needs to get Zuko's temper under control and set his focus on their tasks at hand. But for now, he will give him a few days to aid in Katara's recovery and then, when the time is right, they will sort this whole mess out.
The sun begins to set in the western skies, hues of oranges and pinks, with trickles of blue paint the horizon. The boat makes port in Gao Ling after several weeks of travel through the raging seas.
Sokka's body aches as he makes his way down the gangplank, his eyes searching for his escorts. He sent word the moment he found the carrier hawk to inform the Order of what had transpired. Needless to say, the response wasn't at all what he expected it to be.
A Grandmaster is imbedded within the Fire Nation palace, along with novice Order members. Katara will be looked after. Return to the post where the blind ones see and the meek reign victor.
Sokka only hopes the response holds truth.
The docks are loud and teeming with life. Fisherman boats unloading their days catch, merchants hollering out prices for their wares and countless number people flooding the docks in search of things to purchase. Agilely, Sokka weaves his way through the crowd. He is accompanied by a few of his brothers and sisters from the Order that had been captured alongside him and Katara. As he continues to scan the faces in the crowd, something white catches his eye and he hones in on it.
Relief seeps into his bones as he catches sight of a white haired, hooded figure leaning against one of the boat hangers across the way. He quickens his pace. Cobalt eyes meet for the first time in quite a long time. A smile stretches over pearly white teeth, but just barely and it has Sokka bolting for the hooded figure in a heartbeat. Arms encircle their waste as Sokka crashes against them, a soft, deep chuckle rumbles in their chest as they wrap their arms around the Water Tribe Prince.
"What did I say about public displays of affection Sokka?" they whisper, holding their hand up to halt the others in their place a few strides away.
Sokka's face is buried in their neck, his mouth moves but only muffled words are heard.
"What was that?" fingers weave into his hair and pull his head back, "I couldn't understand you."
Slapping at their hand, Sokka pulls away and straightens himself, "I said, that they make you extremely uncomfortable and surprisingly violent. But I'm old enough to know how to fight back now."
Another chuckle and a pat on his shoulder cause him to smile, "It's good to see you little brother," he's pulled into a bone crushing hug by the larger, older male and Sokka cannot help but return it in kind.
"I've missed you Seiran."
"You have been sorely missed Sokka," the white haired male whispers back.
After a few moments, the brothers pull away from one another, taking a moment to look each other over.
"I'm gone for a little while and look at you!" Seiran gestures his hand up and down Sokka's body.
At the compliment, Sokka straightens his posture and puffs his chest out a little, he is still a few inches shorter than his older brother, but tall nonetheless.
"It's been a couple of years brother," Sokka chuckles, "I've even earned my own beads," he tilts his head.
Seiran chuckles, flicking one of the beads in Sokka's hair, "So it would seem."
His heart aches at the knowledge that the beads in his little brother's hair represents battles he's fought and lives he's taken. Even though Sokka is twenty three, he shouldn't have to be such a decorated warrior at this stage in life.
"Come, I've made arrangements at a nearby inn," Seiran says, wrapping his arm around Sokka's shoulder, "we'll lodge there for the night and then head out at dawn."
With that, the brothers walk side by side, exchanging stories as the rest of the Order's members follow them discreetly through the streets.
"You cannot be serious," Seiran cannot help the unamused look that falls over his face at the story Sokka has just told him.
Sokka shrugs, "Hey, it wasn't my finest moment, ok? I was drunk and thought I could get the fishhook out of my thumb with another fishhook," he sips on his ale before he leans back in his chair.
They had arrived at the inn and were given keys to their rooms. Seiran suggested to the others to find their sleeping quarters and to get some well deserved rest, but coaxed Sokka into going down to the inn's tavern for a drink.
They have been at it for a while now.
"You didn't think to just pull it out with your fingers?" Seiran chuckles.
Sokka sits up, leans his forearms against the tavern table, "Like I said, not my finest moment!"
"Cut the kid some slack," a voice grunts behind Sokka and he stiffens up.
Seiran gives the newcomer an unamused look before rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his own ale.
Quickly spinning in his chair, Sokka spots the owner of the voice and jumps up, gathering the man in his arms, "Ensei!"
The man chuckles and pats Sokka on the back, "Yes, yes! It's good to see you too Sokka!"
Quickly Sokka releases him and Ensei pulls up a chair and seats himself at their table. He waves a hand at the bartender and orders himself an ale.
Seiran sets his cup down, "You're late."
That earns him a sigh, "Here's the thing, I was tied up—"
"I'm not in the mood to listen to your sexual exploits right now," Sokka chokes on his beverage as Seiran cuts Ensei off.
Ensei chuckles, "You're thinking about that ti—"
One cold stare from Seiran's cobalt eyes and Ensei stills his tongue, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
Sokka continues to cough and both men shift their gaze to him, "Could you not!"
Ensei smacks Sokka on the back a couple of times before pulling away, amusement etched onto his face.
After they settle, the conversation takes a turn toward their most recent set back that resulted in his and Katara's capture.
"I should have forced her on the damn boat," Sokka grumbles, elbows hitting the table as he drops his face into his hands.
Seiran watches Sokka for a moment with calculating, yet tender eyes before sharing a quick look with Ensei. Everyone heard of the horrors that went on in the Fire Lord's palace. Some knew a little too well.
"Katara is strong Sokka," Seiran finally breaks the silence, hand clapping his shoulder, "she knew what she was doing when she stayed."
Sokka sighs, "You didn't see how they swarmed her."
"Katara wouldn't go down without taking several of those bastards with her," Ensei chimes in, "I guarantee you of that."
"I should have stayed behind…" Sokka groans, "so she wouldn't be alone."
Ensei looks to Seiran, his eyebrow cocking, "Who said she's alone?"
Sokka looks at both men, his brow scrunching together, "What do you mean?"
Seiran takes a drink, before responding, "There are members of the order who have infiltrated the Fire Lord's palace. We've been getting regular reports on Katara's condition," he takes another swig.
From the cryptic message he received in response to his initial letter, Sokka knew there were other members of the Order there. But she was alone without a friend or him there to stand beside her. He can't imagine what she must be going through, while he sits here and drinks ale with their brothers.
"How is she doing?" Sokka inquires.
Seiran hums as he nods his head, fingers tracing the rim of his glass, "She's holding up," he pauses, thinking once more if he should tell Sokka about everything or not.
With a side glance at his little brother, seeing the hopeful and eager look in his eyes, he decides against it.
It's her business to tell, he reasons.
"She's keeping them on their toes," he chuckles softly.
Sokka nods.
"Good. Good," he whispers softly, taking another swig of his ale.
"Well on a less depressing note, I met this really sexy bounty hunter—" Ensei begins.
Seiran groans loudly and Sokka chuckles.
"I am not drunk enough for this conversation," Seiran states, holding his cup up, shaking it at the barkeep, "another round!"
At this point they were playing catch up. It was only a matter of time before they were separated once more. Though Seiran and Ensei were not his brothers by blood, they were just as important to him and just as loved. They had been through all of the hard times with him and Katara. They were there to comfort him and Katara when their mother died. The stayed behind to help protect the village when their father and the other warriors went off to fight in the war. But soon, Sokka had to watch their retreating backs as they too went out into the world and fought alongside their tribesmen. They were at his and Katara's side when the North and South became joint tribes and vowed their loyalty to them as newly crowned royals. Once more they were next to him when he was married to the love of his life. He remembers how nervous he was when he watched Yue come down the isle. How Seiran and Ensei calmed him with whispers of encouragement and praised him for choosing such a brave and beautiful woman.
They were there when Katara was denied to learn how to use her waterbending for fighting and were extremely persuasive. Katara was trained the day after. Both of them have been there at the most pivotal points in their lives and for that, he is thankful. Sometimes he cannot help but wonder if the family they had before his ever missed them. As selfish as it is, he's thankful they left them and found him and his family instead. A smile breaches his lips as Seiran and Ensei bicker and Sokka can't help but take their features in and note how they have grown.
Seiran has changed a lot in the last couple of years. His snow colored hair is now down past his shoulder blades, pulled up into a half braided pony tale. His cobalt eyes are sharp and narrow, with his high bridged nose dividing them evenly. His jaw is more chiseled and define, nothing but sharp lines and angles and his lips are smooth and plump like always. His skin reminds Sokka of golden honey, he isn't too dark, but he isn't pale either. Seiran is a handsome man and sometimes the Northern warriors joked about how they'd mistake him for a woman.
There was no denying that Seiran was a man and one hell of a warrior. His back is broad, shoulders wide and his body is decorated with scars. His taunt muscles always tightly wound, as if he were ready to fight at any second. He isn't too bulky, but he's built well enough to make others question if they really want to challenge him or not.
Seiran is one of the strongest men Sokka's ever known and many of the Northern Tribe's warrior's soon learned he was an opponent to never underestimate. He is a fire bender of unprecedented skill. Though he may look Water Tribe, act like a tribesman and be considered a child of the moon, he wields the power of the sun in the palm of his hand.
Ensei, much like Seiran, has filled out over the years. The only difference between the two, is that Ensei has turmeric golden eyes, pale skin and short cropped hair that is black as silt.
They were like two halves of a coin. Like yin and yang. Opposites in every way, but bound together by fate and blood. Twins who were as different from one another as the way they looked. Many believed they weren't related, but once they take a hard look at them, see past the color of their skin, hair and eyes, their facial structures were too strikingly similar.
Ensei is wild and rambunctious. He's a non-bender like Sokka and he shares the same sense of humor as Sokka does. Ensei trained him by way of the sword and hand to hand combat, well enough for him to survive but instructed Sokka to meet with Master Piando and hone his skills. But he knew that behind the vibrant vibrato of his laughter, the smiles and the humor, Ensei is a tortured man. They never talked about their past or where they came from. But it never was too hard to figure out, what with Seiran setting things on fire when he sneezed, to Ensei's striking features that just screamed Fire Nation.
He remembers the day they found them in the polar caps, floating on a piece of drift wood. Their father and the other men had gone hunting for the tribe and instead of bringing back meat, they brought back two young boys on death's doorstep. The tribe argued for days while the boys were tended to and cared for by their mother. The motion to separate them was tossed around several times. The idea was to keep Seiran and to discard Ensei to the wilderness of the tundra.
You would condemn a child based on his appearance alone?Kya's voice echos in Sokka's head as his mind wanders through old memories. You are no better than them. Shame on you!
His mother fought to keep them both, at least long enough until they were healthy enough to leave. His tribe wanted to keep Seiran because he looked Water Tribe and Ensei looked like a boy with fire in his blood. Little did they know how wrong they truly were. He remembers the fighting and arguing that took place once the boys were conscious. The members of the tribe questioned them until they were blue in the face, but neither boy broke, nor did the flinch in fear at the threats thrown their way.
The tribe was at a breaking point, when finally their father stood up as the Chief and stated, I will take them into my home, his father's voice echoes, they will be my responsibility and mine alone.
Chaos ensnared. But, he remembers how quickly the tribal members stilled their tongues at one particularly icy glare from their mother. After that it was a done deal.
Sokka chuckles at the memory of their mother and it causes both Seiran and Ensei to look over at him.
"What's got you so amused?" Seiran smirks at Sokka.
The younger man in question shakes his head, "Nothing, I was just thinking back on old memories," he says dismissively.
"Care to share?" Ensei asks.
Sokka sighs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms, "I remember the day father found you both," his voice growing softer, fondness lacing every word, "I remember how protective mother was of both of you and how she silenced a whole group of men with just one glare," he chuckles softly.
Tenderness swirls in the twins' eyes as they remember that whole ordeal, "She could silence any man with just one look," Ensei remarks.
Seiran nodded, "Especially when she was pregnant with Katara," his eyes shift back to Sokka, "you were what, only three years old then?"
Sokka scuffs, "I was almost four, thank you very much!"
"I'm surprised that you even remember that, considering how tiny you were," Ensei sips on his ale.
Sokka nods, "It was one of the few things I remember from being that young."
"We had been drifting for what, two days?" Ensei asks no one in particular.
Seiran nods, "Yea, I had to use what little firebending I knew to keep us warm," he smirks, looking down at his clasped hands.
"You almost sank us!" Ensei laughs, fist pounding on the table.
"But did we sink?" Seiran asks cheekily.
"We almost died because of you!" Ensei laughs loudly, leaning back in his chair, tilting it on two legs.
Seiran throws a small nut at him, "I was six! I didn't know the first thing about firebending, other than how to breathe," Seiran's tone sounds comical and sophisticated at the end.
"Remember your breathing techniques!" Ensei laughs, "Man, I remember that's all Uncle ever told you. You use to get so mad too. You wanted to learn real firebending damnit!"
Seiran seems to sober up at the mention of this uncle and Sokka makes a mental note of it. This is the first time in twenty years either of them ever let something slip about their past.
Seiran sighs, "Well, for what it's worth, the old man was right. The basics are fundamental to being a master firebender."
Ensei's chuckle dies down a little, "If we ever find ourselves stranded on a piece of driftwood without a waterbender," he winks at Seiran, "I have faith in your skills to know you won't set it on fire this go around."
They laugh together and Sokka cannot help but join them.
"How is she?"Katara can hear Zuko's deep voice pool in her subconscious. Bouncing off the walls of the darkness her mind finds itself in.
A sigh follows, "She is stable, Prince Zuko. She suffered severe tearing and internal bruising. I did what I could but—"
"Thank you," the sound of a door opening gets Katara's attention, "Doctor Li, give Nyla and I a moment alone."
There were soft mutterings and the sound of doors opening and closing once more. Katara wills her eyes to open, but it is in vain. So she instead focuses on the voices near her and tries to make out what they were saying.
"Since when did you take her off the chi blockers?" Zuko's voice sounds strained.
Another agitated sigh follows, "Since the first day she came into the harem."
"Do you have any idea what kind of danger you've put her in? What danger you've put yourself in Nyla!" he hisses softly.
"I know very well Zuko," Nyla retorts, her tone is laced in anger, "I also expressed to Katara not to use her bending around anyone, or we would be discovered."
A snort fils the air, "She tried to kill me!"
"She was angry and scared. You'd do the same if you were in her position," Nyla fights back.
"Why didn't she fight him then?" Zuko asks, he sounds defeated more than anything.
There is silence for a moment followed by Nyla's soft response, "I don't know."
Silence hangs in the air and Katara wonders what they are doing. She wants so desperately to speak, to open her eyes but her body doesn't respond to her simple commands. She wants to feel protected. To be held in a secure and warm embrace. She wants to know that Zuko didn't leave her to his father after he had his fill. Katara desperately wants to know that he cares.
"Have her things moved to my chambers," Zuko instructs.
"But Iroh—"
Zuko snarls, "It was his piss poor advice that landed Katara in my father's lap to begin with! Do not question me Nyla. You may outra…"
His voice trails off into a whisper and Katara can barely hear him. She longs for him to return, just the sound of his voice alone brings her comfort, even if she feels betrayed, she cannot help how her body responds to his closeness.
"…still the Prince of the Fire Nation and that alone gives me more power than either you or Uncle," Zuko's voice comes back into her subconscious as clear as rain, "do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," Nyla's response is curt and Katara can tell she is agitated.
"Now," Zuko begins, "move her things to my chambers. I don't want to have to say it again."
"Of course, Prince Zuko," Nyla grates out and Katara hears a loud impact, followed by the slamming of a door.
A heavy sigh bursts into the silence of the room before she feels strong hands coming up underneath her body. A hand splays out over her forearm with an arm tucking up under her back and another one at the bend of her knees. She is being held firmly against a warm body and the scent is too overwhelming. Sandalwood and smoke, with a hint of cinnamon. She sighs at the comfort it brings and nuzzles her face deeper into the firm chest. Being surrounded by his scent though, pulls her into a deep state of sleep and she remains that way for quite some time.
As Zuko walks down the hall to his private rooms, the guards stationed outside open the doors to grand him access. He walks through swiftly, pulling Katara closer to his person.
The guards begin to close the doors, when Zuko speaks, "No one is permitted to enter. No matter what you may hear, see to it that I am not disturbed."
"Yes your majesty."
The room is sealed off swiftly.
Zuko brings Katara over to his bed and gently lays her down amongst the pillows and silk sheets. As he begins to pull away, he is met with resistance and glances down to see Katara's fist is bunched up into his tunic.
A sigh escapes him and he gently removes her hand from his person. He walks to his closet and begins to strip down to just his trousers. His mind is racing with horrible thoughts and he wants nothing more than to fulfill them all. But he knows he cannot. With another quick glance at Katara, Zuko proceeds to the washroom to take a much needed bath, so he may clear his mind and temper his dark thoughts.
The smell of water rushes through Katara like lightening. Every sense is heightened and alert. Her fingers flex at her sides and her body hums with exhilarating energy. Her eyes flutter open, taking some time to focus, which forces her to blink away the haziness. Cautiously she sits up, but hisses at the pain in her lower back. Her eyes scan the room and she is unfamiliar with her surroundings.
We must be in his private chambers, she thinks to herself.
Katara cups her forehead as the dizziness from earlier begins to swarm her mind and she has to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. As things come into focus, she slowly swings her legs over the edge of the bed and pushes herself up onto her feet. Quietly she pads around the room, taking in Zuko's private chambers.
His furniture is made of rich, dark mahogany wood. There is a desk resting in front of an ornate fireplace. It is littered with scrolls, inkwells, wax and seal stamps, along with a small whiskey tumbler. Lining the mantle of the fire place are several crystal bottles, varying in size, containing liquor. Whiskey she assumes. Just above the mantle is a large family portrait and Katara cannot help but scrunch her brow at the tattered, pathetic painting.
A family of five are seated regally together. A small boy hugs the robes of the seated woman, whose hand rests over an extremely swollen belly and the other rests on the little boy's shoulder. The little boy is missing the left side of his face, due to what appears to have been someone singeing it off the painting.
That must be Zuko when he was little, she muses to herself, instinctively stepping closer.
Two more small children, a little bit bigger than Zuko, sit on folded knees. The elder male has a hand on one of the children's shoulder and Katara instantly recognizes the man.
Ozai. She spits viciously.
But the thing that was odd, is that the face of Zuko's mother is burned completely off, as well as the other two children in the painting.
I thought he had only one sibling…that being Princess Azula…
Her mind wanders as she continues to take in the room. There is a seating area across from the desk, on the other side of the chamber. Plush pillows and a decorated sitting tea table. It looks quaint and not at all what she would expect in a Prince's chamber.
Her eyes drift back to the bed, where she examines the red and black sheer silks that hang from the ceiling and fall around his four post bed, providing some privacy. It is hard to see the actual bed past the silk screen and Katara wonders if that is perhaps the reason for the sheer silk drapes in the first place. The bed is massive for one man alone to sleep in it. In fact, Katara is certain that she, her father and brothers, Yue and Aang could all sleep on this with ease and probably still have room to spare.
Her body prickles with small bumps and she turns to the sound of water sloshing around. A door stands adjacent to her and she stalks toward it like a predator, fingers fidgeting at her sides. Her element calls to her, the pull of the water draws her body closer. Fingers clutch around the handle and she knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could kill him in this moment. He would be caught unaware, engulfed in her element and just like that, she could end his life.
I need to know if he regrets it. I have to see his heart, she thinks, turning the handle as slowly and as quietly as possible.
Taking a deep breath, with her hand still pressed against the door and the other on the handle, she slowly pushes it open.
Her eyes scan the elaborate, expansive washroom and soon they find the large tub that's carved into the marble flooring. She can see bubbles rising to the water's surface and a mop of black hair swaying with the current beneath the water. Katara's breathing quickens as she walks toward the tub with fierce determination. She brings her hand up and draws water to her, an ice dagger forming in her hand as she jumps into the tub, her thighs straddling either side of Zuko's waist. Warm hands grip the tops of her thighs as his body shifts beneath her and he comes up for air. He shakes his head quickly, hair sticking to his forehead and suddenly there is a cool blade up against his throat and a hand spread over his chest, right above his heart.
Zuko doesn't seem phased by this outcome whatsoever. His hands remain firm on the tops of her thighs, thumbs brushing over her skin tenderly and it muddles Katara's mind momentarily.
"Why did you leave me?" she hisses, pressing the blade into his skin a little more, as cobalt blue and turmeric gold clash.
Zuko takes a deep breath, warmth dancing across her chest as it escapes him and Katara shudders. Her night gown is riding up to her hips because of the water and Katara shifts in his lap, feeling him hard beneath her.
"I didn't want to—" Zuko begins, but hisses when Katara presses the blade deeper, a small trickle of blood rolls down his throat.
Tears start to swell in her eyes, "Don't lie to me—"
The water churns as Zuko's hands launch from the her thighs and grip her forearms, "I left you so I could protect you," his grip tightens a fraction as he brings her a bit closer, causing the blade to dig deeper. More blood seeps from his wound.
Katara scuffs darkly, "Little that did," her eyes follow the blood as it mixes with the water and she flicks her narrowed eyes back up to him, "I could kill you right here, right now."
Zuko straightens under her gaze, his jaw clenching, "Do it," he whispers harshly, pulling her close, their lower halves grind together in the process.
Katara's breath hitches. She can feel him and it drives her mad.
"Do it Katara," Zuko's voice is strained as her ice cuts deeper into his throat, "you won't have another chance to do so again."
Her chest heaves and she cannot help the way her hips tilt against him and she can visibly see his eyes darken. Her body responds to this and she loves it and hates it at the same time. Feeling him beneath her, his calloused hands on her, she practically mewls. She wants him to make her forget. Katara wants him to cover every inch of her in his touch and burn every mark Ozai left.
"Do you regret it?" Katara whispers softly.
Zuko surges forward, his lips crashing against hers, arms encircling her and pulling her into him. Katara's blade is still at his throat and her hand still presses against his chest.
"More than anything," he gasps against her mouth.
She responds to him, her tongue darting out to glide over his bottom lip. Zuko opens his mouth with ease and she licks into his wet heat. The dagger in her hand melts as she grabs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her.
"I never wanted—" he whispers between heated kisses, "— to let you go," Katara's tears flow freely down her cheeks, "I'm so—" teeth gnash together as hands roam over exposed flesh hurriedly, "—so sorry Katara," she grinds down against him, causing him to moan deeply in her mouth.
"Show me," she gasps against his lips, "show me how sorry you are."
Zuko crashes against her like a tidal wave, consuming her as she tries to devour him.
Dawn comes sooner than expected. Sokka's head feels like it is splitting as he rolls over in his bed. He can hear Ensei's snores, which agitate him and cause the dull ache in his head to intensify.
With a quickness that he didn't know his hungover ass possessed, Sokka launches his pillow, hitting his brother square in the face. Ensei snarls softly, tossing the pillow back at Sokka and rolls away from him, hugging himself while grumbling.
"Time to get up ladies!" Flames ignite in the fireplace and in the small candles around the room as Seiran busts through the door.
Ensei rolls back toward Sokka, who on instinct also rolls away from the bright flames in the room.
Both men groan and Ensei pulls his blanket up over his head, "Fucking firebenders," he grumbles.
Seiran kicks his brother in the ass and then goes over to Sokka and rolls him right off the bed.
"Daylights burnin!" Seiran yells as he enters the small washroom. He comes walking out with a bucket in hand, filled with water and tosses it on both of them.
"Hey!"
"Oh for fucksake!"
"The sun isn't even up yet!"
"Fucking firebenders!"
They both start hollering as they scurry about the room, tossing shit around as Seiran strolls out laughing.
After finally getting themselves together, they head down to the inn's tavern for breakfast with Seiran and the others.
"Look who finally decided to join us," Seiran chuckles, before sipping on some piping hot tea.
Sokka and Ensei both look extremely unamused as they sit down at the table with their brother.
"I say we dump him in the river," Sokka mutters, pouring himself some tea.
Ensei shakes his head, "No," he begins to pour himself some as well, "I say we strap him to the back of an untamed ostrich horse, give it a little smack and watch it shake him around a bit."
Sokka looks at him with narrowed eyes, a smirk creeping into the corner of his mouth before he looks back at Seiran, "Agreed and then we dump him into the river."
"Agreed."
They clank their tea cups together as if they have struck an accord and start to down the liquid. The warmth of the tea bringing life to their bodies and waking them up from the inside out. Breakfast was served and they all munched together while chatting over a few things here and there.
"When you get to the outpost, give this to father," Seiran hands over a small, leather pouch, "it's the information I've gathered on the Southern Raider's routes."
Sokka takes the satchel, placing it next to him on the table, "Why can't you give it to him yourself?"
"I'm leaving for the Fire Nation after breakfast."
Sokka chokes on his eggs, which causes Ensei to smack his back a couple of times to help him clear his throat, "Now doesn't this seem familiar."
"What?" Sokka halfway shrieks, "Why?"
Seiran sips on his tea, eyes focusing on Sokka for a moment before responding, "I'll be posted into an elite guardsman position. It'll help me keep an eye on Katara, amongst other things."
Sokka chews on his bottom lip, his nerves starting to kick in, "Are you sure that's safe?"
"Nothing is ever truly safe, little brother, but there is a job to do and a sister to protect," Seiran smiles gently at Sokka, "I'd rather it be me than anyone else from the order."
"Why not Ensei or myself?" Sokka asks.
Seiran's eyes narrow just a fraction, "Your duty is to protect the Avatar first and foremost, Sokka," Seiran grabs the teapot, "and Ensei," he pauses, a look is exchanged between the twins, "he has a few loose ends he needs to address. Intel from the Grandmaster within the Fire Lord's palace indicates that the Fire Nation is doubling their search efforts for the Freedom Fighters."
Sokka scuffs, "They've been looking for Jet and his group of misfits for years and still haven't figured out how to look up," Sokka points his finger upwards, "with an enemy this stupid, you'd think we'd be winning by now."
Seiran chuckles, "That may be so, but, we still need to provide them with this intel. Someone gave the soldiers a heading and we need to make sure the Freedom Fighters are prepared."
"Don't forget about the Library—" Ensei starts, but shovels food into his mouth.
Sokka quirks his brow, "What library?"
"Wong Shi Tong's Library. Apparently Commander Zhao has gained support from the courts to take out a small team to locate it," Ensei says with a mouth full of food.
Shrugging his shoulders, Sokka kicks back in his chair, "It's the only Library in the world that contains information of every nation. Apparently the knowledge spirit demands payment to all those who enter," Seiran continues for his brother.
Sokka's eyes widen, "You mean that there is another library out there that contains information on the Fire Nation?"
"Quite possibly. But I feel Zhao is going for other reasons," Seiran mutters.
"I hate that guy," Sokka responds.
The twins grunt in agreement.
"So what is the mission on the library?" Sokka asks.
Ensei grunts, grabbing his tea cup to wash down his food, "To find it before Zhao and to gather any intel that may prove useful before the bastard torches the place."
Sokka nods, "I can do that—"
A sigh rushes past Seiran's lips, "Sokka you—"
"It's in the desert. Aang is learning earthbending at the moment and I know for a fact that Toph wanted to go explore the option of sandbending," Sokka interrupts his brother, "I'm not just some glorified Avatar babysitter, you know. I've been to Naraka and back because of that bald kid! Literally!" he screeches.
Ensei and Seiran laugh at his outburst and Sokka looks unamused.
"You have no idea what I go through with that kid…" he mutters softly.
"Fair enough," Seiran cannot stop chuckling, "I'm sure if you bring a proposal to the Grandmasters, they would be willing to listen."
Sokka taps the table a few times before leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table with a smile on his face, "Wong Shi Tong Library, here I come!"
"What are you, a fucking animal?" Ensei smacks Sokka upside the back of his head and then knocks his feet off table.
The twins laugh softly, "This kid," Ensei pushes Sokka's shoulder, "leave him unsupervised for a few years and look at him. Table manners went all to shit!"
They all laugh together for the last time for quite a while.
It's dim. The flames from the candles flare with each stroke of their tongues. Zuko's grip tightens around her, mashing and molding their bodies together as one. Katara's fingers trail over every inch of skin she can get her hands on and she is desperate to feel all of him. Her hips rock against his hard, aching manhood and he gasps into her mouth.
"Katara."
She suddenly feels like she can't breathe properly.
"You're overdressed my love," Zuko says under his breath, leaning back, his hands trailing down below the water to the hem of her nightgown.
Katara leans back just enough, her eyes giving Zuko all the permission he needs and she can feel him drag the wet garment up her body. She raises her arms to accommodate the action and hisses softly when the cool air hits her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening.
She looks at him, at the way Zuko licks his lips, his gaze screaming at her that he wants to devour her. She feels hands slide up her thighs, over her taunt stomach and up to her nipples, softly stroking them with his thumbs.
"Oh," Katara moans out, leaning into his touch, her eyes closing instinctively.
She wants this so badly, desperately even and she rocks her lower half against him.
"Zuko—" she's immediately silenced with a deep kiss, his sinful tongue making her head spin and a whine escapes her. His fingers roll around her nipples, pinching, pulling, flicking and teasing and Katara leans her upper body into his touch.
Zuko is sometimes like the calm before the storm. Tender and gentle and he always makes Katara feel so good. Then there are times that he is like the hurricane. When he bites at Katara's bottom lip, when he demands her body complies to his every touch and when her skin is littered with the red markings of his love. She wants to make him feel as helpless as he has made her feel and she knows that he would let her do anything.
When they pull away from one another, Katara can see the hidden gaze in Zuko's darkening orbs and it screams at her.
He wants to wreck her.
It's a look that should unsettle her, that should make her feel alarmed, but she cannot think straight. Not with the way he touches her or how he pulls moans from her when they kiss. It's addictive and she cannot stop and she doesn't want to. She knows that Zuko is a dangerous man, but she is also a dangerous woman. If he is the hurricane that wrecks the vessel, she's the iceberg that sinks it in frigid waters.
If Zuko wants to ruin her, she'll let him, but not before destroying him first.
They're both panting, noses touching now and unable to look away from one another. Katara sighs when she feels Zuko's hands cup under her thighs and she tightens her legs around his waist as he hoists them out of the bath. She presses herself against him in anticipation as they leave the washroom soaking wet.
Gently he lays her down and continues his assault on her mouth. Her hands grip at his hair and shoulders, legs still wrapped around him, grinding their lower halves together.
Between kisses, Katara speaks, "Let me have my way with you."
Slowly, Zuko pulls back, his hand holding him up as it presses into the mattress near Katara's head. The other comes to brush hair from her face, before tenderly stroking her cheek.
"Whatever your desire," he leans down, kissing her once more, "I'll comply, my love."
Katara's breath shudders against Zuko's lips and her body hums in anticipation. She wants to hear him beg for her. To remind him that he belongs to her, just as much as she belongs to him.
"Oh spirits—fuck."
Katara cannot help but notice the way Zuko's body is straining, how his thighs are solid and tense beneath her. It makes her lick at her lips, feeling devious and she releases Zuko's cock, wanting that frustration to appear on his face once more.
The action makes Zuko pull even more at the thick ice manacles around his wrists, that have him anchored to the headboard of the bed. Zuko is trying so hard to keep his firebending in check as to not break them until Katara gives him permission. As they agreed upon. This is all about trust and showing her that he is truly sorry for leaving her vulnerable. Now, he thinks, he is going to know a fraction of what vulnerability tastes like.
"Shit," Zuko groans, chest moving up and down heavily, "you're being such a tease, my love."
Katara bites back a smile, adjusting herself on Zuko's thighs, straddling him. She feels the soft silk under them as she grips it, "Were you close," she nips at his lips, "love?"
Its taunting, she knows it is, but she cannot stop herself from doing it.
Zuko licks at her lips, kissing her, almost in a desperate plea, "So close," he breathes against her mouth.
He leans his head back against the headboard with a soft thud, biting his lower lip and he looks desperate as he adjusts himself somewhat under Katara's weight.
"Please, Katara."
She is feeling somewhat merciful. There is something so beautiful when the raven haired male begs, especially when the moonlight hits him, revealing every feature for her sight to take in. Messy and pleading, all for Katara to enjoy.
"Please what?" she asks innocently. Her hand reaching between their bodies.
Zuko closes his eyes for a moment, jaw tensing up and he throws his head back as he feels Katara's hand slowly stroking him again. He doesn't know how long the teasing and edging has been going on, but he is almost at his breaking point. He wants to burn through the ice that traps him and fuck her until she screams his name, but he can't. Because he needs to show her that he trusts her and that he will always be willing to be at her mercy. But spirits he wants so desperately to tear her apart.
"Please let me cum," Zuko moans, looking into Katara's cobalt eyes, accidentally jerking up into Katara's hand a bit but immediately stops himself.
"Please love, I'll do anything, fu-fuck," he continues. The sounds escaping him are like music to Katara's ears, making her stroke Zuko faster.
Zuko's head is thrown back, his breathing is uncontrolled as he hisses into the air, "F-fuck, fuck, fuck, so clo-close," fire bursts from his mouth and Katara smirks as his words string together into gibberish, "please-please-plea—"
She decides to give him a taste of pleasure, not being able to hold herself back from making Zuko come undone beneath her any longer. She strokes him with renewed vigor and it's an intoxicating feeling. Her other hand glides over Zuko's tightening abs, feeling them strain beneath her touch as Zuko tries extremely hard not to move.
"A-ahhh!"
Absolutely breathtaking.
"Katara, please—shit, shit, Katara, love," he cries out, as he grips at the top of the head board, while seemingly trying not to buck up into Katara's merciless hand, knowing that the action might make the pleasure stop.
"Don't stop, s-spirits, don't stop, please."
Katara has given up on making eye contact, knowing that Zuko is too far gone from the pleasure she is providing. The wet sounds become more prominent before she pauses and takes a moment to look at him. Tortuously she digs her thumb into the slit of his cock, enjoying the way her name is being moaned out into the night air. Sweat glistens across Zuko's body, beads gathering across his forehead and she finds this look on him to be ravishing. Her stroking immediately continues as her other hand is now softly fondling with his ball sack, wanting, yearning for Zuko to orgasm.
"Oh fu-fucking spirits."
"It's ok, love," Katara states.
She is enjoying how affected Zuko is from this, overwhelmed in the best way just like she is.
"Cum for me," she leans up, lips against his as she whispers, "cum for me, my love."
He is panting hard against her mouth, but he briefly nods, head slamming back into the headboard. He is breathing heavily as relief floods him, but there is disbelief written all over his face from her sudden statement.
"Yes, yes, oh spirits please," he whimpers out, can I really," a squeeze from Katara's hand makes his breath shudder, "fuck—can I cum?"
He wants this to be good for Katara, he wants her to see his vulnerability, even if asking for permission is humiliating, he does this for her.
"Of course, Zuko," Katara reassures him, her gaze not shifting away as Zuko finally looks at her.
It's addicting. This power she feels.
"Come on love," she whispers, "let me see how undone you are for me."
Zuko nods with half lidded eyes, his choked out moans almost becoming cries of relief when they escape him.
"And then," she whispers against his trembling lips, "you can have me Zuko."
His mind is spiraling, his body tensing as Katara continues to handle his throbbing manhood.
He presses his head back into the headboard, eyelids clenching shut as his body convulses beneath her, "Yes-yes-yes," his words blur together, "I w-want to fuck you, always, you—you're so beautiful, so fuc-ucking beautiful."
Katara feels herself responding to his words alone. Even when Zuko is extremely vulnerable, putting his trust and pleasure in her hands, he still feels the need to compliment her. Katara cannot wait much longer. She needs to feel him inside her soon.
She quickens her pace more as she leans into him, her lips gliding over his sweaty, exposed neck. Her teeth bite into his flesh and it causes him to jerk into her for a brief moment. She is marking him, claiming him as her own. It's as if he can read her mind, for his next words have her practically dripping.
"A-ah fuck-fuck—," he's panting hard, "I'm yours—I'm yours, my love."
The confession sounds too authentic, making the pleasure coursing through her veins amplify.
"You are mine," she breathes against the shell of his ear, "only mine," her grip tightens around him as she continues to stroke him without mercy, "and I cannot wait to feel you inside of me, claiming me and marking me as yours."
That thought alone, has Zuko straining his head back, whining, breath hitching as he suddenly cums, finally being pushed over the edge. The veins in his neck bulge, his chest heaves like he can't get enough air in his lungs. His moans are extremely loud, echoing off the walls of the chamber. His knees slightly move toward him, pushing Katara further into his lap, but she doesn't mind at all. She strokes Zuko through his intense orgasm, her hand being coated by his essence.
"T-tara," Zuko sobs as his hands clench tightly into fists. He adjusts himself so it's easier to breathe, shifting her toward him a little more. His breathing shallows finally, slowly coming down from his height, panting shallow breaths, his gaze unwavering from Katara's face.
"So good, Tara," the nickname makes her toes curl and her breath hitches softly. She is still slowly, teasingly stroking him into overstimulation and she can see it is beginning to affect him. The way his brow furrows and his neck strains when he leans back. His hands itch above his head and Katara bites her lip, removing her hand from his cock and slowly goes to stroke his sides lovingly as he comes down.
"Are you still with me, Zuko?" she asks softly.
Zuko let's out a sigh, taking a moment for himself to completely relax.
"Yes, love," he sighs, he can feel her essence leaking onto his skin and he chuckles softly, "would you like me to take care of you now?"
Katara pinches his side, chuckling in disbelief. She cannot comprehend how he still has so much stamina left.
"Do you not wish to relax for a moment?" Katara asks, not expecting a serious response.
"You just had an amazing release because of me, aren't you exhausted?"
Zuko ignores her question, his gaze examining her and it makes Katara shy away just a little.
He sighs heavily, "You're so beautiful like this," he smiles fondly at her, resting his head against one of his arms that remain secured above him, "always so beautiful."
Katara blinks, she is somewhat speechless. She isn't use to such tender whispers, "Zuko," she smacks his abs playfully.
"You sure know how to tease, Tara," Zuko says before he clears his throat, "are you going to undo these confines so I can ravish you just the way you like it?" His hands clench and unclench above his head.
As blissful as that sounds, Katara has something else in mind. With a click of her tongue, Katara shakes her head softly.
"I want to ride you," she says, hands trailing down his stomach and over his thighs, "just like this."
Zuko takes a deep breath, "Darling," eyes focusing on hers.
Katara leans back, between his spread legs and she rests hers over his hips, "I need to be prepared enough for you," she whispers, her hand trailing down her neck, teasing over her nipple, down her navel until she reaches her sensitive bud. Slowly she begins to circle her fingers around, jolts of pleasure rush up her spine and warmth settles into the pit of her stomach.
Zuko's gaze turns ravenous at the sight, "Tara—love," he says breathlessly, his arms remain unmoving above him, even though he looks restless, "let me at lease do that," he shifts beneath her weight and Katara smirks, "I want to, love."
Katara lifts her head, lips pursed, "I don't think so darling," her fingers slowly glide into her wet heat, "just enjoy the show, Zuko," she gasps, head falling back and her body arching up as she begins to move her fingers into her sex.
"Fuck," he breathes harshly, "Tara."
Her eyes roll back into her head and she pulls her fingers out, gliding up to her bundle of nerves. She toys with it again, her breath hitching in the back of her throat as she hits that spot just right.
Zuko licks his lips, eyes focusing on Katara's fingers and his cock begins to ache.
Again she slides two fingers in, the tight, wetness she's met with let's her know that she is slick enough for him. But she enjoys the torture.
A few breathy moans escape her as she grinds down on her fingers as they move inside her, the pleasure making her sigh in relief.
"Spirits," Zuko murmurs, eyes suddenly fixated on Katara's face and the way it's expressing her pleasure, "so damn gorgeous."
The compliment makes Katara moan as the wet sounds from her fingers pace increasing reaches her ears. She smiles briefly at Zuko before her head falls back once more, the pleasure consuming her.
She bites her lip, feeling her thighs quiver slightly.
Zuko's jaw clenches as he notices bruising around her wrists and on her thighs and he tries to push it far from his mind and simply focus on Katara.
Suddenly she is pulling her fingers out and is arching her body toward his. Her hands spread over his chest as she hovers over him and adjusts herself before gently grabbing Zuko's cock and slides down in one go. She doesn't want to waste anymore time.
She immediately clenches around him from the sudden pleasure, making Zuko groan. She stays still for a few moments, sensing that Zuko wants to move his hands, perhaps to her waist, but Katara only gives him a gentle smile as a response. The affection shown through Zuko's actions reassures Katara just how much he desires to please her.
"Zuko—" she breathes out as a tingling sensation travels up her spine.
"You—" Zuko hisses as Katara begins to slowly grind against him, hands on his chest, "fuck, my cock, love. It's so sensitive Katara," he throws his head back momentarily, steam expelling from his mouth. The ice manacles begin to melt slightly, frigid water drips down onto his shoulder and slides down his chest.
Katara begins to bounce, loving the way Zuko's gaze is burning across every inch of her body. She bites her lip as she watches the way Zuko tries to restrain himself from burning through her ice.
"Spirits Zuko—" her breasts bounce, a hand comes to fondle one, "I need to forget—I need-ed you—" her breath hitches as she angles her hips slightly so, hitting that spot deep inside her.
Zuko's brow furrows, his breathing is ragged, he wants her to feel his words, "You've got me Katara, I'm here now," he starts immediately as he lets out small moans.
Katara is definitely not taking it slow now, she craves Zuko's hands on her, but she keeps going as they are.
"Keep going Katara," he breathes out brokenly, "just like that love."
Katara whimpers at his words and the gentle tone he uses, "Zuko," she can feel herself getting more worked up.
Zuko knows that she needs affection, that she needs him and he is trying to be there in the only way he knows how right now. He wants to comfort her, hold her and crush her beneath him and make her forget everything his father did to her. He could do it. It would be so simple to break through her icy confines, but he needs to move at her pace and do as she wishes.
Zuko can tell by her movements that she is getting exhausted. Her thighs quiver around him, but she doesn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.
"Release me, love."
Katara shakes her head while letting out a small groan of frustration. Zuko's voice sounds so patient. It would be so easy, Zuko is right here, beneath her and ready to fuck her so well, but she needs this, if only for a little while longer.
"Baby," Zuko moans, a soft smile gracing his lips.
Katara is grinding against him, her energy fleeting fast. She leans forward, her forehead colliding with the space between his neck and shoulder and she shudders when she feels his breath hot against her ear.
"There is no shame in it," Zuko whispers, "release me love, so I can make you feel even better. I want to make you feel exquisite."
The grinding makes the tip of Zuko's cock reach that spot where it feels so divine, but it isn't enough, not enough to make her reach her own climax. She bites her lip, not wanting to give him power just yet.
"Katara."
It isn't enough. She needs him.
"Let me fuck you," he whispers seductively in her ear and it causes her body to tremble.
Fuck, she thinks.
"Unfreeze me love, right now."
Katara finally caves to him. She nods into his shoulder, not noticing how her thighs have begun to quiver from holding her up, while mindlessly grinding down into Zuko.
She quickly melts the ice, hands restless while Zuko's arms remain unmoving. The man beneath her waits, aimlessly gazing at her while pulling his legs up. Katara is too focused on tossing the water out onto the balcony to not notice Zuko has her completely leaning forward, knees pressing against her back.
The moment a sigh of relief leaves her, Zuko's lips are on hers and he is kissing her. Katara moans in the kiss as her hands tangle deep into silt black locks. Hands immediately find her waist, stroking up and down aimlessly, feeling her everywhere as Zuko draws back, both panting helplessly.
Slowly Zuko sinks down on the bed, to where is body is laying flat against the mattress with Katara pressed firmly against him.
She chuckles softly and goes to lean backward, but she doesn't make it far before Zuko's arms wrap around her and pulls her back down again. Katara's eyes widen at the action, her hands gripping at Zuko's shoulders.
"Where do you think you're going, love?" Zuko murmurs, his breath mixing with hers. He proceeds to slowly grind upwards into her tight heat, making Katara whine helplessly.
"Just relax now love. Let me take care of you."
Katara nods, kissing him once more, never quite satiated. The arms around her tighten their grip and suddenly Zuko's heels are digging into the mattress, with his knees bent. He snaps his hips once, his thick cock filling up Katara better than ever. The pleasure wracks her body, having no mercy whatsoever.
Spirits.
Katara cries out, panting with furrowed brows, "Yes—spirits—yes!"
Her body feels limp and fluid against Zuko's hold, the Prince hugging her close by the waist and putting his weight on his heels. He starts to thrust upwards and into Katara's addictive heat, as well as pulling her up and down on his cock. Katara's loud, frantic moans echo throughout the chamber, quickly she bites down on one of Zuko's shoulders in a desperate attempt to silence herself.
Fingers dig into her waist as Zuko chuckles breathlessly, his thrusts going deeper and deeper.
A hand glides up her spine, cupping the back of her neck, before finally grabbing a fistful of hair to pull Katara from his neck, "Now, now, love, don't silence yourself," he crushes their lips together, his tongue licking into her moist heat, "I want to hear what I do to you," he breathes into her mouth and Katara nods her head obediently.
Zuko grinds against her and adjusts himself briefly before continuing, his eyes capturing the blissful expressions that appear on Katara's face. She looks a complete mess, but a mess he loves to see.
"R—right there, right there," Katara moans, her body twitching and her toes curling, "oh my—fuck—u-uh don't stop Zuko! Please don't stop!"
Zuko bites at her exposed throat, his hips snapping with more vigor than before, "Never," he grunts out, teeth sinking into her flesh.
Katara whines as she continues to ramble from feeling overwhelmed, her body shaking against Zuko's.
"I want—please—feels so good, spirits, harder Zu-uko, more, I need more!" her breathy pleas do things to him and he cannot help the way his body responds to her begging.
Zuko suddenly grips her hair with one hand as he proceeds to trail kisses from her jaw, down her neck before licking a strike upwards. He pounds into her even harder, working those muscles as the sound of skin slapping, wet squelching and their moans bounce off the walls of his private rooms.
Katara is so close, feeling the most wonderful, familiar buildup that has her almost bursting at the seams.
"Are you close my love?" Zuko whispers breathlessly against the shell of her ear before he takes her earlobe between his teeth.
"Yes, spirits, yes!"
Oh how the roles have reversed.
Soon her body is wracked with an explosion of pleasure and she trembles and jitters against Zuko. Her orgasm is almost blinding. Zuko keeps her against him, fucking her through it. It is so good, she was already so worked up from teasing Zuko that she knew only a little bit would make her climax.
She's ready to collapse when she feels Zuko's breath hitch in her ear, "Again," her eyes widen as she feels herself being flipped over, her back pressing into the mattress with Zuko between her thighs.
Her mouth is gaping as she pants, the overstimulation becoming too much. Zuko doesn't seem to mind as he slowly thrusts into her sex, hips rolling against her like waves against the beach.
It's too much.
Katara cries out, hips jerking from the sensitivity that consumes her. Zuko leaves wet kisses on her neck, seeming to enjoy how he can ruin her. Katara is almost sobbing at this point, unshed tears blur her vision. Her eyes almost roll in the back of her head, feeling the sweet continuous torture of her spot being touched inside her.
Suddenly he is slipping from between her thighs and it has Katara moaning the loudest. As torturous as it is, she's enjoying what he is doing to her and she tries to lock her ankles behind his back.
"Turn around."
Her mind goes blank for a second before she twists beneath him. Soon she is on her knees and elbows, feeling more vulnerable now, just waiting for Zuko to touch her. It's nerve wracking but somehow in the best way, there's a rush to not knowing what he's about to do next.
She hears Zuko exhale deeply.
Her eyes remain fixated on the silk sheets under her, but it is proving to be difficult. The high she was riding is slowly dwindling and she wants Zuko to do something. To touch her, fuck her, anything just—
Oooh.
A tongue licks at her vagina, wet and hot and gone as soon as it came. Katara takes a deep breath, her fists clenching into the silk sheets in frustration.
Suddenly there are hands on her thighs, pulling her body down the bed and against Zuko's inviting mouth. She cries out as she feels his tongue enter her, licking up at their combined juices. Her head drops to the mattress as her back arches, pushing her sex into him more. She bites at her lower lip, her breath coming out in short bursts from her nose and she is beginning to feel overwhelmed.
A finger soon slides in and she feels his other hand on her ass, spreading her open for him. Soon another finger joins, slowly teasing her, stroking her insides and curling and brushing up against that spot that makes her legs go weak.
Weight presses against her back, her head falls onto the mattress, "I'm going to make you forget," he nibbles on her ear, while his fingers still twist and thrust inside her, "I promise love."
She feels his breath on her back, his lips and tongue start a slow, torturous trail down the column of her spine and it causes her body to jerk at the sensation.
Her toes curl, a moan is tuck in the back of her throat, "Y-yes," she whimpers, her breathing increasing, "please Zuko," her hand travels back and grasps the wrist of the hand that is still on her ass, "make me forget."
Soon enough the pleasure is tenfold when she feels his tongue and fingers working her like a finely tuned instrument. Her breathing is heavy as moans seem to just pour out if her, loud and choked up, all for Zuko to relish in.
And he does.
She can feel the buildup in her gut, that tight, hot, explosive heat, churning inside her and she doesn't know how much more she can take. Subtly she feels his fingers abandon her hole, leaving her to clench around his tongue as he continues to invade her. His hands slowly glide over her ankles, up her calves, around to the tops of her thighs before ghosting over the swell of her cheeks.
Her body involuntarily pushes back against him, needing, craving something more.
"Z-Zuko," she moans as she feels him pull away, his breath hot on her sex, "please, love, fuck me."
She is delirious with lust and her body overstimulated, but there is nothing more she craves right now than him between her thighs, pounding into her until they are both spent.
Katara whimpers when she feels his teeth nip at her cheek, soon replaced with a kiss. One hand trails up her back and grabs a fistful of her tossed locks, pulling her head back, "What is it you want?"
Defiantly, Katara grinds back against him, her body jolts with pleasure when she can feel his manhood hard and ready for her.
She turns her head, looking at him with hooded eyes, "I said," she grinds back, causing his breath to hitch, "fuck me," she punctuates her last two words.
Zuko groans seemingly affected by her words and by her grinding into him. He proceeds to manhandle Katara onto her back again and pulls her closer, making her legs rest on either side of his hips.
Her dazed eyes look up at Zuko, the way he bites his slick lips while on his knees between her thighs. His body is worthy of praise and she cannot believe that when she got off the vessel, that she would have found herself beneath the Prince of the Fire Nation.
With one more pull of her body, Zuko hisses as he leans forward so their foreheads are touching, completely trapping her beneath him. Katara feels the slight stretch from her legs as he open her up like a lotus, but she cannot seem to mind.
Then she feels it, the tip of Zuko's cock sliding in.
She gasps, her brows furrow together as her arms grab at the pillows beneath her. She's pretty sure she hears a soft fuck moaned from Zuko. Slowly he plunges deep inside her, the thickness of him stretching her walls, pressing against each sensitive nerve within drives her mad. Her eyes close as she feels him grind into her, hands wrap around her wrists, pinning her hands above her head and spirits, does that make the pangs of arousal intensify.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Zuko mutters under his labored breathin, his cock buried and twitching within her, "you drive me crazy, Katara."
Katara moans as Zuko gently moves his hips, his movement becoming faster and faster, the pleasure quickly expanding throughout her entire body.
It's extremely difficult to muster anything coherent. She's feeling overwhelmed by everything that's happening and the way Zuko fucks her even deeper with her legs wrapping around his waist. She never wants to come down from this. He is her drug and she doesn't want to come back to reality. She loves how intoxicated she is by him.
Suddenly Zuko goes faster, harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans fill the air as Katara leans her head back, her mouth unable to close.
No, she's never coming down from this.
Hands intertwine with her own as Zuko quickly adjusts himself before ramming back in, his hips unforgiving and the tip of his cock touching right at the spot that makes Katara lose control.
Her moans immediately rise in pitch and the rational part of her that is buried in the back of her mind, mentally apologizes for the commotion that the guards posted outside, most likely are hearing.
"C-close, I'm so—fuck, fuck," she cries out, attempting to open her eyes, "I'm so close Zuko," her moans are breaking and Zuko seems to be just as far gone as she is.
He's trying to control his moans that are escaping him, but he can no longer hold back, "You are so beautiful my love."
The compliment, though he has said many times, makes her wail. She cannot hold herself back. Her body is trembling at the way he holds her as he continues to slam into her.
His hands release her wrists so they can rest on either side of her head and Katara uses that moment to cup his face and bring him into her for a searing kiss.
He returns it in kind and soon, they are both panting together, foreheads pressing into one another's, while Katara still holds his face in her hands, "I can't—please Zuko—" she tries to hold on, to wait for him but the pleasure is just too intense. She's too far gone, she can't, she physically cannot—
"Cum for me love," Zuko whispers against her lips.
Katara gasps, quickly inhaling and exhaling like she has just been sparring. With furrowed brows and slightly open eyes, she can barely make out Zuko's face as she is hit with one of the most intense orgasms she's ever experienced.
Zuko continues his pace, fucking her through it and watching her blissed expressions. His jaw tightens and he moans into her neck when Katara's sex clenches and unclenches around him uncontrollably.
Words are whispered into her ear, a hand strokes at her cheek and another grips her outer thigh. He slows his pace and grinds into her, his cock pressing into her sweet spot and it's driving her mad.
"You're doing so well love."
The moment Zuko let's go of her hands, Katara immediately moves them around his shoulders, fondling with the dark hair at his nape. Her sight is less blurry and she cannot stop a whine from sudden overstimulation that consumes her.
Zuko stops grinding inside her and proceeds to snap his hips again, chasing his own release as he buries his face in Katara's neck.
"Fuck." Moans escape him, his voice is muffled and reverberating against Katara's flesh and her arms and legs tightens around him.
Katara kisses and mouths at Zuko's shoulders while whimpering softly from the abuse her g-spot is experiencing from her overstimulation after her own release. But she loves it all the same.
"Shit, Katara," Zuko hisses out as Katara's blunt nails scratch at his back.
She's gasping as he hits her spot over and over, "You're so—spirits Zuko!"
His breathing becomes faster and faster, his body on the cusp of release. His hip movements turn slightly sloppy and Katara clenches around him, bringing him that much closer to the edge.
Slowly he moves his head back, his dark, golden eyes staring down at Katara, groaning at the sight of her.
She can't even imagine what she must look like.
Wrecked.
"Katara—" Zuko grunts out with furrowed brows.
She grips at his hair, pulling him into her, "Cum for me love," she licks up his throat, "erase him from within me," she breathes.
Her words seem to push him over the edge.
He releases his essence inside her, hips stuttering against her as he closes his eyes. His hair is a mess from sweat and Katara fondling with it and his back burns with tracks left from her nails, but he doesn't mind any of it.
VIRGIN EYES MAY PROCEED FROM HEREE
He's beautiful and dangerous and Katara is somewhat concerned by how fast she is falling for him. How quickly she is relying on him. Her mind is hazy and swirling with a hundred thoughts but she silenced her mind as she focuses on Zuko.
He stills above her for a few moments, but of them panting in the silence. Slowly he opens his eye, the soft, tender, feline eyes are back and they are gently gazing down at her.
"Fuck," he smiles softly, "that was so—fuck."
His head hangs down a bit, his dark locks shielding his face from Katara's searching eyes.
She chuckles as she cups Zuko's cheek, feeling pure bliss coursing through her body.
"Thank you," she whispers, she leans up slightly and proceeds to give him a kiss, that quickly turns into several more.
Zuko hums against her skilled mouth, not wanting to pull away from her, but he fears he'll continue their coupling if he doesn't stop now. Their bodies need rest.
Slowly he pulls away, his thumb running along her bottom lip and Katara pouts from his absence, "Let me clean you up," he leans down, pecking her on the lips before pushing himself off the bed.
Katara nods and moves her arms beside her. The silk sheets are soaked in their sweat and other fluids and she feels herself grow hot at the thought.
She turns to watch as Zuko walks to the washroom, his back to her and she appreciates the view. He stumbles a bit as he runs his hand through his sweat soaked locks and she smiles. At least she isn't the only one affected by their love making.
The soaked sheets return to the forefront of her mind and she lifts her hand up, seeing just how soaked the sheets are. Quickly she pulls all things liquid from the sheets and rolls it all into a swirling ball, before freezing it and launching it out the balcony.
After a few moments, Zuko is back, requesting that she lay on her stomach to make it easier for him to clean. Katara listens and rolls over slowly, suddenly feeling her eyes her heavy with sleep. The sex has left her feeling exhausted and she barely registers Zuko cleaning her body with a cool rag.
Soon enough he is back, slipping into the bed next to her and extinguishing the small candles around the room. A cool breeze drifts into the chamber, goosebumps form on her newly damp skin and it causes her to shift next to him.
Strong arms encircle her, pulling her to him and Katara mewls at the comfort she finds being wrapped up in his arms.
His voice is strained, she can tell that his emotions are running wild, lips moving in her hair, "I will never leave your side again, my love," he presses a kiss to her forehead before readjusting himself to where her head is tucked beneath his chin.
Katara doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. She reciprocates her affection and understanding by gently kissing his chest, just above his heart before nestling back against him. Her eyes slowly flutter shut and she finds herself consumed by darkness and surrounded by the smell of sandalwood and smoke.
"This is goodby, I guess," Sokka holds his hand out for a warrior's handshake.
Seiran raises a brow at him, his lips pull up into a smile, "Brothers don't shake hands, Sokka," and he pulls his little brother into him, crushing him into a tight embrace.
"Look after her or I'll kill you," Sokka grunts, jabbing his brother in his side.
Seiran pulls away, pushing Sokka playfully in the process, "Don't you worry, I'll keep her safe."
"Be careful," Sokka warns, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost either of you."
There's a grunt behind him, "Once again, I'm chopped liver," Ensei gru, "is it because I look like a firebender? Is that the root of your discrimination?"
Sokka smacks Ensei and his brother just laughs.
Ensei comes up to Seiran, hand clapping his shoulder, before he too pulls him in for a hug, "Keep your wits about you in that place. Head down and stay focused on the task at hand."
Seiran nods, "I will brother, you don't have to tell me twice."
"If they so much as get an incl—"
"They won't," Seiran cuts Ensei off, "I'd rather die."
Ensei nods and pats Seiran's back before pulling away, "Good. Send letters often. Send Katara my love!"
"Mine too!" Sokka yells after Seiran as he makes his way toward the ship.
"I'll see you both soon!"
Quickly he turns from them, making his way up the gangplank and he sighs. His shoulders weigh heavy with the responsibility and the risk that he's about to face. But it's Katara. She's worth the risk a thousand times over.
I'm coming Katara.
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