Before they left the room the following day, he looked Katara in the eyes and said, "I know this is all for show. You aren't weak and could never be. I also don't get off on it; I appreciate you the way you are. You're honest, and I need that."
She fingered his scar and smiled. "I'm looking at this coming performance as me fooling the most powerful monster in the world and making a fool of him. This will be fun."
He snorted and smiled, "no shit, that this is going to be fun. Everyone will believe I'm such a good lover you couldn't help but submit to me."
She carded the fingers of her right hand through his hair and tugged lightly. "I really wasn't faking last night. You are amazing. I might have been a virgin, but I was given a lot of instructions. I'm not ignorant of what makes good sex. We were all told how to fake an orgasm. And it was stressed that we would have to use that knowledge constantly. Apparently, your father's council can't hold their liquor –it makes their dicks limp."
He leaned his forehead to hers briefly and then kissed her nose. He was blushing. "I'm glad I pleased you."
"Zuko, you 'pleased' me three times last night, and my throat is sore from screaming in pleasure. I'm already excited for tonight. You might be the Fire Nation prince, but I'm finding I genuinely enjoy the sex." He blushed scarlet and pulled her with him out of the room. He needed to show up at breakfast, and he was tempted to skip it and drive himself into Katara's tight pussy, again and make her scream.
He dropped her hand, and she followed behind him one step in the hall. As they passed some guards, she chuckled when she heard one comment about how she was a screamer.
Zuko walked into breakfast and sat at the low table on a pillow, and lounged. His father was sitting at the head of the table, eating and staring in shock. Katara sat on her legs next to Zuko, picked up his chopsticks, and fed him a bite of his food.
"Careful that she doesn't stab you through the neck with the chopsticks," Ozai commented, laughing, drawing chuckles from others in the room.
Zuko shrugged as she fed him another piece of food. He swallowed and turned to Katara and said, "do you want to kill me?" She shook her head.
He then lifted her chin gently to look at him and asked, "and why is that?" He pressed.
She blushed and said, "do you have to ask? You heard the guards comment today about hearing me screaming in pleasure last night." She then boldly added, "we were all taught how to fake an orgasm; I just didn't need it any of the multiple times last night."t
Ozai dropped his chopsticks. "You're saying Zuko is good in bed?"
She looked up into Ozai's eyes and said, "well, I wouldn't say it was at all limited to the bed."
Ozai laughed out loud and smiled. "So you do take after me in some way."
Katara couldn't help herself, she knew better, and really it was dangerous, but she said, "oh no, not at all. I heard when you drink more than a glass of wine you can't keep it up. Why do you think we were all trained on how to fake an orgasm? I didn't have to fake it with him once."
Ozai was on her quicker than she could believe. He grabbed her by her hair and ripped her away from Zuko. She couldn't help but scream out in pain. He shook her by her hair not letting up and slapped her hard. Her lip split, blood leaked from a cut, and she could taste it on her tongue.
Zuko was screaming for his father to let go of her. When he watched him strike her he forced himself in between them, shocking himself that he could shove his father away. He had Katara at his back and he stared at his father. "You gave her to me. You can't hit her."
"I fucking can! I'm Fire Lord!"
He turned and looked at his uncle sitting agitatedly at the table. He knew he was the only one who could see it beneath the man's placid demeanor. "Uncle, can you take her to my room and wait with her?" He then ignored what happened with Katara and his uncle. He trusted the man to be able to protect her even more than he trusted himself.
He kept his eyes locked on his father. "She's mine."
"I can take her anytime I want! I think I will now with that little whore mouth she has. She wants a dirty mouth; I can make it so fucking dirty."
Zuko took a deep breath and tried to not attack his father. He managed to but just barely. What he said was, "she played you, Fire Lord. She was lying, and she baited you into such a strong reaction that everyone in here will wonder if it's true. Why else wouldn't you merely laugh it off?"
Zuko then smirked, "the reason I know she was lying is because she was told that, but it was about your council. But based on your reaction, maybe the Madam respects you too much to say anything." With that parting shot, he walked out of the room. It was the first time in his life he walked away from a conversation with his father as the victor, and it felt hollow. Katara had been hurt, and he couldn't stop it –he failed her already.
When he walked into his room, he was shocked by a crying Katara clutching at his shirt and begging him to forgive her. He wrapped one arm around her and dried her tears with his other hand. "I didn't protect you. Can you forgive me? You have nothing to be sorry for."
She shook her head, "despite what came out of my mouth, I'm not stupid. It was so dumb to say that."
Iroh chuckled, "it was funny, though."
A small smile formed on her face, and she looked at him. "I imagined you differently."
"How?" He asked.
"I always assumed you had horns."
There he laughed hysterically. "No, I'm just a simple man. No horns." He then added, "I like you."
Katara shrugged, "I don't know how I feel about you. Zuko asking you to protect me was the only time I thought anything good about you."
"Because I protected you?"
"No, because he trusts you."
"You like my nephew?"
She smirked at Iroh not wanting to give any of the plot away. She didn't trust the Dragon of the West yet. "He's really good in bed."
Iroh laughed again and said, "eventually, you'll trust me with the real reason."
"I wasn't lying. It is part of the reason," she sassed back.
Iroh turned to Zuko, "she wouldn't even speak to me when you weren't here. That doesn't sound like something you'd command."
Zuko shook his head. "No, you're The Dragon of the West and a Fire Nation General to her. Surely you can see why she wouldn't trust you."
His uncle sighed in response, "it seems I'm not trusted anywhere."
"I trust you," Zuko countered.
"Why?" Katara asked before she could think better of what she was saying. When Iron turned toward her, she flinched. Iroh shook his head in dismay. "I'm not going to beat you, Katara. I'm not at all like my brother."
Zuko declared, "you are a lot better than that monster!"
"If that was the case," Katara said, "then why in the fiery hell would he let his brother take his throne? If he was better, he would have compassion and lead the Fire Nation." She turned to Iroh. "A role that was rightfully yours! You're worse than your brother. Good men don't sit around and do nothing when they are needed."
"Good men do sit around," he countered. "Brave men make the world better, and I'm not a brave man. Not after I lost my son to this war."
"And how many more lost their son because you did nothing?!" Her face was red with furry as she yelled.
Iroh watched in fascination as Zuko placed his hand on Katara's arm, and she calmed down. The prince then said, "he knows I plan to kill my father to take the throne. He's helping me. He wants me to be the Fire Lord."
"You should have told me you were expecting me to work with him," she scolded.
"I didn't think about it," Zuko said, shrugging. "To me, he's just Uncle. I'm asking you to work with the only family I can stand."
She eyes the general warily. "Give me something to work with—something I can trust about you."
"My word?" He asked.
She scoffed and shook her head. "It's your word that I don't trust, General."
He shrugged unperturbed, "Let me prove myself to you then. I have nothing of value to offer you. You have my protection, but that you must see to believe."
She gave a slight smile, "actions. That is something a Southern Water Tribe member can work with. We do what we mean and shut up and don't give empty promises."
Iroh smiled, "let me start now. My brother is a sick pervert. He will be appeased if he gets something sexually stimulating out of you, Katara."
Zuko tensed and took a half step in front of Katara. "Uncle," he said threateningly.
That amused Iroh to see Zuko automatically protect her, but he didn't show it. Instead, he said, "not what I meant, nephew. I meant visual stimulation. Everything she does can be done to you. He's into watching too. I'm not saying it has to be anything very heavy, just enough to give him the idea you're having fun with her. Tonight is an 'invite only' dinner, and you both will attend. I won't be invited."
Katara surprised Zuko when she agreed quickly. She added to him, "it will show all the others that you tamed me just like we talked about. It plays into our plan."
Zuko blinked several times, and he couldn't help but think about her touching him in front of his father's men, showing them all he pleased her. He tried to keep a cocky grin off his face. It didn't work.
Iroh bowed his way out. "I will have breakfast sent to you both since yours got interrupted. I will have them knock twice and leave the food outside the door." After he said that, he was gone.
"About my uncle-"
"I'm not ready to talk about him," she said, cutting him off.
Zuko sighed, "I don't want you to think that I intentionally hid something from you. It didn't dawn on me that he could be a problem for you. He's the only one here who isn't awful –at least to me."
"I believe you, and I'm not ready to have an opinion on him. And that right there is huge for me. I can promise I had an opinion on him before."
He nodded. He conceded that was a big step. He then looked around and asked, "what do we do now?"
She rolled her eyes, "it's funny because I truly think you mean that." She walked over to him and placed her hand on his chest, and crowded his space. "We touch. Neither of us can be timid when it comes to dinner. I've been well trained on how to behave during his 'invite only' dinners. I'm guessing you've never gone."
"No, I…"
"You never had a whore to bring along."
Zuko flushed, "I'd never call you that!"
"But it's what I am and why we're going. Girlfriends and wives don't attend these things; they are expected to act more appropriately in public. And these dinners get very inappropriate. Do you have any kinks we could experiment with?"
There were two knocks on the door, and Zuko went and got the food. When he returned, he noticed Katara was scattering cushions on the floor by the fur rug. She then took the food he brought back and placed it on the coffee table. When she had everything set to her standards, she said, "well, I'm thinking in order for you to feel comfortable in front of everyone, we better get a lot more 'full contact' in private. That way, tonight will feel tame in comparison." She then sat down on the cushions she had laid on the floor.
"A-are you sure, Katara? I get we have a goal…"
She patted the seat next to her and said, "sit, Zuko. I discovered that I like sex –a lot. I'm not the good girl I thought I was. It turns out I'm going to be looking to get laid often."
He immediately sat down next to her. "You like having sex –with me?"
"I keep telling you, I'm well trained, Zuko. I spent a month learning about nothing but sex. You are naturally talented and huge. That cock of yours…" she caressed his erection through his pants. "You have something to brag about there. One whole day was spent solely learning about sizes. The other girls would be so jealous." She then cocked her head and then said, "except oral sex is going to be difficult. No matter how hard I suppress my gag reflex, it won't fit all the way in. Although I've been told how to handle that," she said and winked at him.
Once he was settled entirely next to her, she fed him the first bite and then took one herself. Once she did, she set the chopstick down. She swallowed her bite quickly and then started kissing his neck as she slid her hand under his shirt and caressed his chest.
She groaned and pulled back. "Okay. I'm starving. Let me eat first, and then I can play with you while you feed yourself. Before we go to dinner, I should eat. I can't think of a sexy way to chew and touch you."
He laughed and motioned to the food. "Go for it, Katara."
She blushed and then ate as she leaned up against his side. Katara didn't want to think about why he made her calm other than he was the only safe person to be around in the Fire Nation. And really, that was laden with traps too. She couldn't figure out why she trusted him. She set that all aside so they could prepare for the next performance.
She swallowed her latest bite of food and said, "I won't be foolish tonight. I did know better than to say that to him."
He chuckled and said, "it would be helpful if you didn't piss off the one man I can't keep from hitting you."
She blushed and looked over at him as she set down the chopsticks. "You did shove him away from me."
"I had to stop him," Zuko replied frankly.
She kissed his neck and whispered, "go ahead and eat. Let me take care of you." She then returned her hand to his chest under his shirt. "You shoved the Fire Lord away to protect me from the consequences of my sharp tongue. It was hot." He swallowed a bite of food thickly as she whispered into his ear. She added, "then you ordered The Dragon of the West around, and he obeyed. You do protect me." She nibbled on his ear as he took another bite, and she pinched his nipple, making him suck in a breath. He coughed from choking on his food a bit. "Sorry," she breathed out and pressed her breasts to his arm.
"W-what am I supposed to be doing?" he needed to know. He wanted to touch her.
"I'm your whore, Zuko. At dinner, you're supposed to do whatever you want with me. And now, in this room, I'm your lover, and you have the same carte blanche. I enjoy our time together. Have fun and let go."
He breathed harshly through his nose. He was painfully hard. He took one more bite of food, and he was done. He had eaten earlier at breakfast, after all. "Forget practicing," he said and pressed her down on her back. "A man can only take so much when he's given the freedom to do what he wants. And I'm way past that line." He pulled off her top and exposed her body and her bare breasts. He then grabbed them in both hands. "My father was right about one thing in his life. Fucking you is amazing!"
He then kissed her hard and worked her skirt down, and bared her naked body. Next, he worked off his clothes as he also sucked on her tits. Once he was naked, he shifted, and his cock was buried deep inside of her. They were laid out in front of the fireplace on a plush fur rug, and he bent fire and lit it and watched the light of the flames dance over her skin.
He looked down at their joined body and slowly plunged his cock in and out of her. As he did, he said, "you might be from the water tribe, but you look amazing with fire in you." He thrust his cock hard into her to emphasize his point.
"You asked about kinks," Zuko added. "I enjoy hearing about how much I please you sexually and how much that makes you want me." He then blushed, "but you don't have to… Well, if that's weird to you, then-"
She cut him off with a moan. "Zuko, your big cock makes me feel so full." He then began setting a slow, steady pace. "And the drag of your cock! Ugh! It's… Yes!... So good." She was writhing on his cock. "The feeling of your dick penetrating me," she looked down at their joined bodies, "the sight of it as you slide so deep inside me… feeling you bottom out in me." She then put her head back down and moaned. "You're so good I'm happily getting fucked by the Fire Nation crowned prince." He was grinning and thrust hard deep inside of her, and she screamed his name in pleasure. "Please! I need more. Your thick cock hits all the right spots in me." He began taking her harder, and her words died on her lips, and all she could get out were moans and shouts of intense pleasure.
He stilled when he heard the door start to open, and she whispered, "don't stop."
He went back to thrusting into her, and he heard his father's voice. "I brought the doctor for the physical exam…. Evidently, I can send him away." He then leaned on the doorway as Zuko had sex with Katara. "Seems you can get her on her back willingly –interesting."
Katara begged Zuko with her eyes to take her harder. If Iroh was right, Ozai would appreciate a show, and she figured now was as good a time as any. In fact, it would be better to do this sooner rather than later. If she was making his son a man, he just might back off, which would keep the threat of rape away from her. Zuko caught on and started taking her with rough deep fucks –not that he minded. He liked the feeling of bottoming out in her and her bouncing on his cock. And he loved how she moaned. To his father, he said, "as you can hear, she likes being my whore." Katara didn't hold back, she was always vocal in her pleasure with him, and she didn't stop now. She was screaming out in bliss.
Ozai laughed, "I would have never guessed this about you. You don't mind fucking your whore in front of your father. And she sounds well fucked too."
"Isn't it good manners to show you how much I like what you gave me?" He then locked eyes with Katara and said, "she's so damn tight." He then grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around himself, and moaned as he sunk deeper inside of her. "I love getting off inside of her wet cunt." He then took her at a hard frantic pace and chased their orgasms. He was shocked and relieved when she screamed out her orgasm two thrusts before he joined her, grunting loudly and spilling himself inside of her.
He heard his father make a noise of approval. "Fine. She's yours. As long as she keeps her viper-fox tongue quiet around me, I won't touch her. You're more of a man now than you've ever been to me." He then exited the room shutting the door behind him.
"Katara," he said warily. She beamed at him and pushed him to his back, and kissed him passionately. "Thank you. Thank you!" she said excitedly. "He's backing off. I get that his word means nothing, but we know what to do to get him to back down."
"You're not mad I just had sex with you in front of my father?!"
"No! Did I sound mad? You do get he wanted to force himself on me, right? You're protecting me." She paused and said, "your uncle was right… That's… He helped me." She shook her head in wonderment. "Anyway, he's backing off, and that's huge for me."
She then chucked, thinking about what he had said. "When you said it was good manners to show how much you liked your gift, I almost laughed."
He shrugged playfully, "it's true. I thoroughly enjoy having you. It's orgasmic, in fact."
She laid next to him and stretched. "Who knew I'd be such a sex addict?"
"I'm not complaining in the least, Katara. I'm relishing the fact that I am satisfying your addiction. The truth is, I think I'm just as addicted." He kissed her shoulder. "Thank you for fulfilling my kink."
She smiled at him. "I get off on the dirty talk, too; you'll have to try it. I bet it would drive me wild."
He pressed her on her back, leaned over her, and flicked her clit. She moaned out and arched her back. "I love how responsive your body is to my touch." His eyes flicked to her pussy, "and how wet you get for me. Sex is the first thing I've ever felt that I succeeded at. And to pleasure a woman like you, someone so sexy, and someone I desire so desperately… You make me not only feel like a man for the first time, but you also make me want to be a better one. One that can stay between your sexy thighs and lose myself in the bliss of your body and your tight cunt."
He rolled on his back, "Katara, ride me. I want to look at your body and watch your boobs bounce as I thrust up into you and watch you fall apart on my cock –all for me."
She impaled herself on his cock and threw her head back in pleasure. "I just can't get enough sex!" She rode him hard, and he loved the look of her body as she fucked herself on his cock.