Katara's long nightmare was finally over, she was free. Katara looked at Zuko who was busy giving orders to the men around the ship, Kara wasn't paying attention to what they were saying as she focused on his face, on the little frown that would come every now and then, on the way he smiled lopsidedly with the left corner of his mouth being more pronounced when he showed happiness.
It was funny in a dark kind of way that the child of the Fire Lord had been the one to grant her justice, Zuko noticed her stare and smiled slightly before dismissing the soldiers and he quickly made his way to her. Katara knew what she wanted and she would have him, all for herself, but getting him addicted to her body was going to be part of the fun.
Mouthing a follow me Katara started walking away her hips swaying as she did and she shot a smoldering look at Zuko over her shoulder that was answered with an arched brow but as soon as Katara's hands moved to the side of her uniform and she pushed it the slightest bit downward to show bare flesh Zuko gave her a hungry grin.
Katara wasn't wearing anything under the uniform, not because she wanted to seduce Zuko but because her bottom was so thick that even her new pants barely fit her so she had to forgo it, everything worked out in her favor though and that was what mattered.
Instead of walking to her chambers, Katara took the route that would lead her to the prince's room, Zuko stalked her as she made her way through the ship, his heavy gaze making her want to ride him right then and there in front of everyone but she wasn't about to give a free show to the soldiers…unless they were women, in which case Katara would show them all that being from the water tribe gave certain advantages when to came to body shape. Katara could only imagine how Zuko would feel when he went back to his skinny Fire Nation girlfriend, he would probably have trouble getting it up for her after all the times he'd been enchanted by Katara's phat ass.
It wasn't long before Katara spotted the door to Zuko's room and without hesitation, she entered and dropped herself on his bed. Now at her destination, her mind had a brief spark of guilt from her actions and a part of herself feared that in the end Zuko's duty would overpower his love for her and Katara would be set aside for someone else. It was something to be expected when intruding on a relationship, more so for a royal one, and yet… here she lay, her gaze fixed upon the ceiling of Zuko's chambers.
Everything felt different here.
The air hung heavy, infused with a musky heat that lingered in the air. The room itself appeared to have been ravaged, as if a storm had swept through, leaving furniture splintered and disheveled from the intensity of their previous tryst. And amidst the chaos, his essence permeated the space, a tangible reminder of their shared desire. Those moments, etched into her memory, seemed impossible, yet she reveled in the intoxicating essence that clung to the air, savoring it as if it were a gift from the spirits.
Katara blushed at the admittance that she liked the smell of Zuko's cum. However, a pang of regret tugged at her heart, a discordant note amidst the headiness permeating her mind. If only she had met him first…Katara shook her head that would have been impossible, instead of dwelling on that she reveled in the intensity of their connection, yearning for more.
"It will be okay," Katara whispered to herself, a mantra to quell any burgeoning anxieties. For now, she would savor the memories of their illicit passion, knowing that they would forge their own path together.
She was almost startled when Zuko opened the door, there was fire burning in his eyes and a hunger that left her squirming as his gaze settled on her body.
"I can tell your pussy is aching for release. Allow me to assist you." With those words, Zuko bared his body to her.
Katara swallowed hard as once more she came face to face with the perfection that was Zuko, his taught muscles and chiseled abs left her drenched, and yet the monster swinging between his legs took all of her attention.
Katara crawled on the bed slowly inching her way closer to his member, to the veiny, throbbing appendage currently bobbing in front of her. It was paired with a set of hefty balls, full of virile seed, and there was not a single pubic hair in sight. Katara wanted him so bad that she felt she might just die, but she knew the rules, Katara wouldn't touch him until he gave her permission to worship his body. All thoughts about seducing him fled her mind as soon as he rested his cock on her face.
He slapped it twice over her lips leaving drops of precum over them, Katara let out a whimper and one of her hands quickly went for her slutty little fuckhole, she put two fingers inside and slowly pumped them as Zuko enjoyed the sight.
"Stand, I want to touch you" he commanded, his voice rich with authority and lust. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild rhythm of anticipation and something else... a primal desire that made her feel both weak and exhilarated. Katara couldn't wait for his cock to start pounding her womb.
His eyes bore into hers, radiating an insatiable hunger that only seemed to fan the flames of her latent desire. He moved his hands towards her, his fingers dancing on her skin, a sinfully delightful contrast against the delicate curves of her tits.
His fingers fumbled, attempting to grasp her substantial globes that strained against the confines of her uniform. An insatiable grin curled on his lips as he tore at her clothing, each rip of the fabric echoing the crescendo building within her. His eyes glimmered with victory as her breasts spilled out, bare and inviting, before him.
The sight caused his cock to twitch and her pussy let out a shameful squelch at the sight as her fingers sped up.
"Katara, did you cum just from that?" He taunted. His words, dripping with insolence and raw need, filled the room.
"N-no," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. His laughter rang in her ears, a melody composed of triumph.
His hands didn't rest, instead, they advanced to the remnants of her uniform, tearing it away with a ruthless efficiency that left her completely bare under his predatory gaze. Zuko's eyes feasted over her naked form with unabashed lust. A wicked grin found a home on his face as his hand began its descent, fingers tracing a teasing path to her dripping pussy.
Overwhelmed by a rush of adrenaline, she sunk to her knees, unable to tear her gaze away from his throbbing member. It stood proudly against his abdomen, the veins along it pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. It was intimidating, yet it beckoned her.
"You can do whatever you want with it Katara" Zuko grunted out as he came even closer.
Katara tentatively reached out, her fingertips barely able to circle his girth. A shiver ran down her spine as she stroked his cock with both hands, the heat radiating from it seeping into her palms. Her eyes darted upwards, meeting his smug grin.
Zuko put his hands on her head, gently gripping her hair almost as if he was petting her, then his grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back with a sudden, forceful jerk. He then guided her mouth to his member, forcing its length into the welcoming depths of her throat. Instantly, her reflexes kicked in, as her throat closed up against the invasive intrusion.
Struggling, she tried to adjust, and a 'gak...gak...gak...' echoed around the room, each wet, gagging sound a testament to her struggle to accommodate his size.
His grip tightened on her hair as he forced more of himself into her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears as she struggled to adjust. And yet, through her discomfort, she couldn't shake off a strange feeling of satisfaction that sparked within her.
Zuko let out soft gasps as Katara bobbed her head, his grip tightening in her hair. His thrusts became more ruthless, forcing his full length deeper into her throat. The sheer size of him made her gag reflex trigger again and again, yet the more he invaded her, the more she found herself craving it. It was perverse, yet exciting, a twisted satisfaction beginning to coil within her.
'UAAACH-GAK-GAK-GAK,' echoed her reflexive reactions, mirroring the rhythm of his brutal invasion.
His free hand began to wander, tracing the curve of her cheek before he dealt a sharp slap. The sudden sting made her eyes water even more, yet she held onto the rhythm, managing to suppress her instinctive recoil. Each impact, each 'smack' resounding through the room, seemed to fuel her determination. Despite the burning pain and suffocating fullness, she continued her ministrations, the thrill of his pleasure feeding her own arousal.
Zuko finally released her, allowing her to pull back, a string of saliva trailing from her lips to his cock. Her throat was raw, the echo of his intrusion still lingering, and yet she found herself craving more. Katara wanted to be abused more, she wanted to be used for his pleasure, silently she asked for more and Zuko gave her an amused smile before his dismissive words washed over her, a fleeting sting that only seemed to fuel her desire.
"Useless whore," he scoffed, moving to the bed with a grace that belied his brutality. "Come, you Southern whore, ride my cock."
In response, she felt her body move of its own accord, propelled by a powerful need she could no longer deny. She straddled him, feeling the intimidating hardness of his cock against her. His member was too large for her, a daunting challenge that both frightened and excited her. Katara couldn't wait for her pussy to be ruined.
Positioning herself above him, she took his spit-slicked tip and lined it up with her entrance. The sensation of his cock pressing against her, testing her readiness, sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Zuko, you're too big! You will break me~" Katara whimpered as the tip pressed against her pussy, opening it up wide before she stopped halfway as she came over his cock, her hips and legs refused to move.
"You're not even halfway. Slut. Maybe I should wait for my girlfriend to show you how to ride a cock instead? Would you prefer to hear her screams?" His threat struck a nerve. How dare he talk about another woman while Katara rode his cock? She was about to break out of their little fantasy and scream at him but she was stopped as Zuko moved before her.
Impatience fraying his veneer of control, Zuko seized her hips with his hands, the strength of his grip practically burning into her flesh. In an almost predatory display, he forcefully turned them over, defying the laws of balance and coordination, yet he managed it with an unsettling ease.
Katara found herself on her back, her vision filled with the sight of his lust-filled eyes and a smirk. He maneuvered himself between her legs, his hand snaking down to angle his throbbing member at her entrance. There was no moment of reprieve, no opportunity for her to brace herself before he slammed into her.
The fullness of him, the sudden onslaught of pure sensation as he filled her completely in one brutal thrust, sent a strangled scream rippling from her lips. It was a symphony of shock and carnal pleasure, her body reacting to the intrusion in a flurry of clenched muscles and shuddering breaths.
"AHHHH! FUUUCK!" She shrieked.
Her body writhed underneath him, his relentless thrusts driving her to heights of pleasure higher than the one that came before. Each slap of his balls against her sent shivers up her spine, while his cock ravished her from within.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" Katara wailed. Zuko, however, was consumed by his own pleasure, grunting in rhythm with his thrusts. Her pleas for him to slow down were lost amidst her own cries of ecstasy.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME ZUKO!"
"AHHH, HERE IT COMES!" He roared.
"NO! NOT INSIDE, PLEASE NO," she begged amidst her own orgasm. Katara didn't want to be a mother yet! It was already lucky that their previous encounters hadn't born fruit, however, there was no denying that even if Zuko tried to take his cock out there was nothing he could do to free himself from her legs that were wrapped around him.
Zuko grunted as he filled her to the brim, his seed pouring into her. She could feel his cock pulsating inside her, the warm rush of his release triggering another orgasm. Pleasure overwhelmed her, her body quaking with its intensity. It was a sensation she wanted to experience forever, even as it left her spent and yet yearning for more.
Zuko collapsed onto her, still buried inside her, his warm seed leaking from her abused pussy. His face rested between her abundant breasts, panting heavily. The number of mind-numbing orgasms she'd experienced was something she wanted to have again, every day for the rest of her life.
Attempting to slip from beneath him, her movements made Zuko put all of his attention back on her.
"And where do you think you're going huh?" he asked, his voice echoing in the chamber. He sat up, his grip on her hair firm as he met her eyes. "Listen to me Katara, it has been a very stressful trip and I need to relax, I will have you from now on till dawn"
Zuko growled before slamming her onto the bed. He took her from behind without a hint of gentleness.
The depravity of the night extended beyond the confines of the bed. He led her, naked and glowing in the candlelight, to one of the plush chairs beside his desk.
Katara mounted him there, the glow from the dying candle casting a flickering light over their entwined bodies. He watched her with a predator's intensity, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements over him. She could feel the heat from his body warming her skin, yet it paled in comparison to the burning need stoked within her.
Her cries echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure as she rode him, her body moving with a wild rhythm. His member stretched her, filled her with a surging, electrifying pleasure that amplified with each thrust. The plush chair beneath them creaked and groaned, matching their synchronized dance.
Zuko reveled in her unabashed display, his lips curling into a smile. Katara, however, was lost in a realm of her own, the exquisite pain of his girth within her igniting her senses, making her feel achingly alive.
The punishing rhythm of their coupling went unbroken, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in sharp, ragged pants. The air was thick with the heady scent of their combined arousal, an intoxicating aroma that fueled their frenzied rutting.
Then, Zuko's hands found her ass, grabbing her firm flesh roughly, his fingers leaving marks that would surely bruise come the morning. He used his grip to manipulate her movements, making her bounce faster, harder on him. His eyes were locked onto her heaving breasts, watching them sway with each movement. The sight only seemed to spur him further.
When he issued commands, his voice allowed no room for dissent. She was to service him orally, he demanded as he reclined against the plush cushions of the armchair. His legs were splayed wide apart, resting on the arms of the chair, an audacious display that presented his engorged member and swollen sack before her. Katara didn't take long before she complied.
The feel of him in her mouth was a unique sensation, simultaneously terrifying and intoxicating. He was thick and hot, a pulsing presence that pushed against her tongue and challenged the limits of her mouth. He filled her, stretching her lips wide and pushing deep into her throat, causing her to choke and gag.
"Ah... that's it... take it all, Katara," Zuko groaned out, his voice laced with the intoxication of pleasure. He tugged at her braided hair, guiding her further down his length.
"Choke on it" he grunted, his eyes watching her closely, fascinated by the sight of her struggling to take him whole.
"Good girl... good... just like that," he muttered, a perverse satisfaction echoing in his voice as he felt her lips and tongue diligently working on him.
As he guided her movements, gripping the back of her head with a firm hand, she felt her throat gradually adapting to his monstrous girth. It was a painful process, a struggle of will against instinct. Her eyes watered and she coughed, her body revolting against the foreign object intruding into her. Yet, with each thrust, each guttural moan that he emitted, she felt herself adjusting, learning to accommodate him.
The experience was arousing, a mixture of humiliation, and a perverse sense of accomplishment. With each thrust of his hips, she found herself wanting to please him, to take him deeper and give him the pleasure he demanded. He showed no mercy only an insatiable lust. It was degrading and yet, undeniably erotic. Despite the discomfort and the humiliation, Katara couldn't ignore the damp heat pooling between her thighs. The night was far from over, and she was learning a new level of submission, one that stirred an unspoken desire within her.
His hands were tight in her hair. "Here it comes, Katara" he grunted out, his voice strained as he neared his peak.
Katara had barely any time to brace herself before Zuko's release, hot and viscous, began to pour into her mouth. It was astounding, the sheer amount that he produced. It seemed his testicles served as vast, churning reservoirs of cum, ever ready to overflow at his slightest whim. The flavor of him filled her senses, overwhelmingly masculine and salty-sweet, Katara wanted more.
His essence flooded her mouth, the thick, hot fluid threatening to choke her as it filled her. She could barely keep up with swallowing it, her throat spasming as she tried to accommodate the flood. Each spurt that hit the back of her throat, each grunt he emitted as he spent himself, fueled her desires further
The sheer pressure of his release was overwhelming. As it built up, some of it found an escape route through her nostrils, creating a pressurized spray of his seed that coated her lower face and dripped on her breasts. A harsh cough clawed its way from her throat, muffled and distorted by the intrusion of his flesh, swiftly followed by a guttural, nauseating retch that echoed throughout the room.
GAAAAACK-ugh-ugh-ugh
Just as the threat of choking became too real he pulled out. She retched violently, a powerful heave convulsing through her as her stomach revolted against the sudden overflow of his essence. The forceful expulsion of her stomach's contents was loud, a gut-wrenching 'Huurgh!' that echoed off the walls, a harsh contrast to the otherwise luxurious surroundings.
A vile mixture of seed, saliva, and the acidic tang of bile, stained with the salty remnants of her tears and mixed with snot from her violated nose, burst forth from her lips as Zuko suddenly pulled free from her mouth. The audible 'splat!' that followed as the expelled fluid hit the floor echoed around the room, an obscene testament to the depravity of their encounter. It flowed freely, a perverse waterfall of ribbons of white that splattered on the smooth stone floor and stained the plush carpet below.
The room fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the sounds of their ragged, spent breaths and the slow, insistent drip of the mixture from her lips onto the floor. The stench of their acts, pungent and overbearing, hung in the air, a lingering reminder of the twisted indulgence they had partaken in.
"Shit! Katara are you okay?" Zuko asked worried but Katara barely heard him as she started squirting, her hips bucking wildly as the sensations overwhelmed her mind.
After a while she looked up to Zuko's face and smiled "I'm okay…that was…intense…" Katara panted and cleaned her face, the floor was a mess and she probably didn't look very appealing, Katara had the urge to hide her body
"We should clean up before continuing" Those words lifted up Katara's spirit and she quickly followed Zuko to the bathroom.
"Zuko…"Katara stopped at the door of the bath until Zuko met her eyes "I wouldn't mind playing around so intensely again…"
Katara quickly looked down not wanting to see Zuko's face or how he would react at the fact that she had liked the abuse but when she saw his member twitching she knew that they would be doing this again.
Author note. perhaps a bit out of tone comapred ot teh others bu i like to escalate.
