This story is about smutty fun for our heroes. Don't expect any tension between Zuko and Katara. It would get in the way of them having lots of sex. All the tension comes from outside sources.

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Zuko wanted to turn around and run out of the room the moment he walked into dinner with Katara trailing him. Many of his father's men had their whores there naked with deep purple, green, and yellowing bite marks on their bodies. His father was different only in the fact that he had two such women.

He did take notice of which of his father's Counselors were there and which ones didn't get an invite. He respected the ones he noticed missing more than he ever had before. He had been keeping careful mental notes. Lately, he didn't dare write anything down. He was compiling a list of who would be on his counsel, knowing that he would have to keep some of the current ones on. After all, he needed people with experience.

Katara stepped behind Zuko; as she stroked his cock over his clothes, she whispered. "Do you see now what you saved me from? Look at the eyes of the women with your father."

He was uncomfortable with their nakedness; he realized he only wanted to see Katara like that. Then he looked and noticed what she was talking about. Both women had black eyes.

He then turned his eyes to the low table they would recline at. It had plush cushions around it and a fur rug. That got his mind back on track. It was just like the one in front of his fireplace –that caused good memories.

All the men were sitting with the women draped all over them. Katara had come up with a different plan. She wanted them to stick out. She sat on the edge of the cushions, and he laid down on his back with his head on her lap. He snapped his fingers which drew everyone's attention, as was the point, but Katara knew the signal. She bared her breast to him and brought it to his mouth, and he suckled it. As he did, he grabbed her other breast and played with it too.

When dinner came, she fed him, and his hands wandered her body as she did. Her moans of pleasure and excitement were genuine, and now, listening to the moans of the other whores, he could tell the difference. It exhilarated him that he really was pleasing her. His father wasn't the only one that believed she made him a man. For him, though, it wasn't only about the sex. He finally had something he wanted to protect.

After dinner, Ozai smiled at Zuko as he was wrapped up, touching Katara's breasts, and she was enjoying his hands on her. He announced, "well, it seems my son has become a man and tamed the water shrew-ferret. I didn't know he had it in him, but I'm sure she had him in her," he said, laughing at his own joke. "He gave quite the exhibition earlier today. She doesn't only belong to him; I'm acknowledging her as his official mistress."

Instantly Katara knew what that meant. She had more protection than she had dared to hope for. She was the recognized mistress of the princes. His father might not respect Zuko and be a twisted son-of-a-bitch, but he liked law and order to be followed strictly, and he wouldn't undermine his own commands. Even for a rough fuck. She was now protected from even the Fire Lord. He could still execute her or hit her, but raping her wasn't something he would do.

When they got to the room after dinner, as soon as Zuko closed the door, Katara danced around and sang. He smiled and leaned against the wall as he watched her, her hips rolling and swaying seductively. He loved watching her and the light and the joy in her beautiful eyes. She was smiling and laughing, and he couldn't help but laugh with her.

When she stopped, she spun to face him. "I'm your acknowledged mistress. That's so marvelous."

He laughed again and said, "keep talking about how happy you are to have everyone know I'm having sex with you. I'm loving this."

She giggled and said, "as a man, you'd look at it that way."

He reached out quickly and pulled her into his arms, and had her body flush with his. He looked longingly into her eyes and said, "as a man, I'm looking at it as everyone knows your, mine." His hands slid down, and he grabbed her ass.

She kissed his scar and said, "tonight, I think the water tribe needs to cum out on top."

Zuko kissed her hard and then said, "you might have a fight on your hands. I'm looking forward to the battle." In the end, he willingly let her wrestle him onto his back and impale herself on his cock, claiming his body as her's in victory and making him feel like he was the real winner in the end. Watching her boobs bounce as she rode him was a majestic sight.

The next morning when she woke up, Zuko was staring at her. She blushed and asked, "what?"

"I can't believe how much my life has changed. It's been less than two days, and my whole world feels different. That and you're beautiful."

She cast her eyes to the bed and said, "I have another secret. Why do I want to trust you with it? I don't understand."

"Because you're in the middle of the Fire Nation, and you've realized if you can't trust me, then you have a problem. I'm your only option."

She raised her eyes to look at him and smirked. "We'll go with that for now." She had a weird feeling it was more than that.

She then said, "you heard about the last Waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe?"

He flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah…. I know they killed her. Tell me it wasn't your mother."

"It was my mother."

Zuko sighed, flopped on his back, and stared up at the ceiling. "The Fire Nation destroyed your family. How can you stand to have me even touch you?"

"The same hands you touch me with will kill the Fire Lord. I don't hold you responsible for my mother's death." She rolled to her side, facing him, and ran the tip of her pointer finger down along the ridge of his nose. "The thing is, she wasn't a waterbender."

Zuko looked at her in confusion. "I don't understand, you said…."

"She died protecting me. I'm the last Waterbender."

He rolled on top of her and looked down at her excitedly. "That's wonderful! You can be a secret weapon against my father!"

"I don't know how to waterbend. The problem with being the last one is that there isn't anyone around to teach you."

He frowned. "Could you try to trust my uncle? He's trained with waterbenders, and he could teach you."

"How?"

"It's how he learned to redirect lightning. It's actually based on a waterbending technique."

"He was right about your father. We listened to him, and I was made your mistress. He… Are you sure I can trust him?"

Zuko admitted, "I was trying to please my father and become the man he wanted me to be before my uncle talked sense into me. He's the reason I am who I am now."

"Okay. We can tell him and see if he'll train me."

So Iroh started teaching her waterbending, and she was a gifted and quick study. She confirmed what she suspected, too; she could trust Zuko to watch out for her. He wouldn't send her to Iroh unless he were sure.

Five days later, Katara was smiling. Iroh, of all people, was the second person she trusted in the Fire Nation. He has been training her secretly, and she had done well that day. But mainly, he taught her well, and he kept her secret. His actions were proving to her that she could trust him.

She was on the way back to Zuko's room when she was blindsided. Before she knew what was happening a man had his hand on her breast, ripping at her top and was fisting her hair as he pressed her to the wall. She felt his cock being ground against her thigh as she heard fabric tear, and her left breast was exposed. She screamed out for help.

She heard Zuko scream with fury, and the man was ripped off of her, and Zuko had him by his left hand by the neck, pressed to the wall. "You. Don't. Touch. Her. And. Live." Zuko used his right hand for a firebending technique, moved his left hand, and shot a ball of fire right through the man's neck, severing his head from his body, and the flames instantly cauterized the wounds.

He pulled off his shirt and gave it to Katara to cover herself. Then he shouted for the guards. When they arrived, he commanded them to pick up the body and head and then follow him. He took off without waiting, and Katara scrambled to follow. She could feel the anger radiating off of him.

When he got to the throne room doors, he shoved them open and marched through them half naked with Katara trailing him. "Fire Lord! I thought she was not to be touched!"

"You interrupted the council meeting?! How dare you!" Ozai shouted.

"It hasn't started yet. Ask me how I know!"

Ozai stood and scowled at Zuko, "how dare you?!"

"It was your law that was broken. He tried to force himself on her!" Zuko was livid.

"No one's fool enough to try anything when I command it otherwise," Ozai stated.

"Come in!" Zuko yelled to the guards waiting. He knew they would be afraid to come in during the argument. "Councilman Akito tried to force himself on Katara. He won't be doing that again." That was when the guards came in carrying his body and his head. Zuko added, "I took care of enforcing the judgment for you."

Ozai smiled. "You killed Akito? You really are becoming a man."

Zuko bowed and turned to leave with Katara, but Ozai stopped him. "Zuko, in the Fire Nation, you keep what you kill. Councilman Akito's spot is now yours. Take your seat for the council meeting."

Katara bowed to Zuko and said, "I will be waiting in your room for you." She then handed him his shirt back and used the torn fabric to cover her exposed breast. "You'll need that." She then quickly turned to go put on a different dress.

Zuko forced himself to slowly and calmly put on his shirt and take his seat among the council. This time he would stay quiet no matter how much it killed him. That way, his father would never see the betrayal coming.

Afterwards, Zuko swore that Katara's celebratory blowjob almost killed him. Not that he would have minded dying that way. They had taken a significant step forward in him gaining his father's respect. And loved cuming in her mouth as he looked down into her eyes.

And now a month after Zuko first laid eyes on Katara he had the beginning of his father's respect, a seat on the Council, the beginnings of respect among the aristocracy, a lover, and a raging hard-on every time she winked at him. The problem was there was one more thing he had –love. He had fallen in love with Katara. She was fierce, passionate, smart, kind when she wanted to be, so damn sexy, and when she went to him for protection he felt like he mattered. Love wasn't in their deal, though.

It took two more days for him to realize that, in a way, it didn't matter. She couldn't cheat on him, and she didn't want to. She was his in every way, and as long as he didn't slip and say he loved her, it wouldn't matter. She was in his bed every night, and he could treat her with love without saying that four-letter word.

The problem with his resolve other than the fact that it was utter bull-pig shit, was the echoes he began feeling back in her touch. For two weeks he believed it was wishful thinking that she held him sated after sex with the same tenderness he held her. And then, one night, he lit a flame in his hand. Dispelling the darkness and looking into her eyes, he saw the truth.

She loved him back.

He let the flame go out and pulled her tighter into his arms. "We're both idiots."

Katara giggled, "I know you are, but why do you say I am too?"

"I love you, Katara, and I was terrified to say it to you and burden you with my feelings. Can you honestly tell me you weren't thinking the same thing?"

He heard her sniffle. "Okay, so we're both idiots."

She pressed him to his back and slid his cock inside her as it drew a sultry moan from her lips. "I need you to make love to me."

He flipped her quickly to her back and kissed her passionately, and he started pumping his cock in her. When he pulled back from the kiss, he didn't still his hips. He said, "I love you, Katara."

"I love you too, Zuko."