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Bitter Alliance	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 31138 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Bitter Alliance

Author: Looneyluna

Summary: The war is over. Aang is dead, killed in the Avatar State. The Earth Kingdom is conquered and Fire Lord Ozai rules with an iron fist. Katara has survived and must suffer the attentions of Prince Zuko to protect her brother.

A/N – ***Warning***There is questionable non-con in this story as Katara is unwilling to accept Zuko. But all is not what it seems. Mature content ahead! Avatar: The Last Airbender belongs to Nickelodeon. No copyright infringement intended. This story is written for personal enjoyment only.

Act I -- Bitter Ardor
Chapter One

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I hate it when he’s gentle. It only makes it worse. I lie there, my spirit half-dead, as he pulls the responses from my body that he wants. I have lost track of all time. His betrayal seems so long ago, but his cruelty is endless.

Zuko shudders above me and I feel the telltale sign of his release deep inside me. I pray he lets me go soon so that I may clean myself. It is the only way I can keep from conceiving his child. My hopes are crushed as he collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.

He is already growing thick again. I would cry at the injustice, but I have no tears left. Aang is dead, killed years ago. Sokka is hardly alive, his injuries altering him forever. My brother is alive only because I please the Prince. Otherwise, we would both be with our mother and father in the spirit world.

“Say the words,” Zuko rasps against my ear as he starts to move within my slick channel.

“I love you,” I comply easily, knowing Sokka will suffer the punishment if I don’t. I used to choke on the words, but now they come easily.

Zuko knows it isn’t true, but he tries to pretend. As he tries to kiss me, I turn my head. He pauses, displeased with my show of rebellion. Pulling his flesh from me, he rolls onto his back and tugs on my wrist.

With automated motions, I straddle him, taking his wet member in my hand and positioning it at feminine opening.

He hisses as I sink onto him, absorbing every glistening inch of him. Reaching up, Zuko plucks my nipples and plays with the skin of my taught stomach. He thrusts upward, rubbing his masterful thumb across the juncture of nerves that I am helpless to control.

I have no recourse. I start to move on top of him. If I don’t participate, he’ll hurt Sokka. I close my eyes, willing the tears of desperation to dry. It angers Zuko when I cry. I clench my inner muscles around him, mimicking the rhythm of feminine release and trying to hurry him along, but he is not fooled.

He moves inside me with ease, prolonging my torment. His seed is trickling down the insides of my thighs, lending to the moisture that clings to our skin.

He feels the telltale sign of his seed escaping my body too and growls in frustration. Pushing me away, Zuko glowers at me. “I suggest you cooperate, Katara, lest your brother pay the price for your disobedience.”

I put as much distance between him and myself as I can without getting off the bed. “I did what you asked of me,” I reply softly. Hysterics will do me no good. “Am I to blame for the laws of gravity now?”

His golden eyes narrow, his lustful gaze raking my body possessively. “You know what I need from you and let you refuse to give it to me.”

I shiver under his gaze and I cannot help but stare at him in return. His body is sculpted and magnificent, more matured since when we first met. He is not ashamed of his body and does nothing to hide his aroused state from me.

“You use your bending to prevent what you deem complications,” he husks, reaching for me.

I go limp, knowing better than to fight him. “I will never give you an heir. Why don’t you use one of your concubines for that purpose?”

As he pulls me into his arms, I grab the sheets.

“Because only you will do, Katara,” he whispers against my ear as he sidles up to me. Lifting one of my legs, he searches for my entrance, intent on making me watch my disgrace in the reflection of the mirror across the room.

I close my eyes as he positions himself between my legs, spreading them for his pleasure. He pushes his slick flesh into my feminine core and I wince.

“Open your eyes, my lady,” he commands as he nips my earlobe. “Watch as I take you. Watch as I step closer to my heir.”

A single tear slides sideways from my eye.

“Your body has betrayed you,” Zuko informs me softly. “The Fire Sages and your maids have tracked your cycle for the last year. If you do not conceive my heir in the next three months, your brother dies.”

He bites the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, lapping at it as he flows in and out of me. My tears fall freely as I fear for my brother.

“It’s time you learn to live without hope,” he moans against my skin. “The Avatar is gone. The cycle has been broken. Aang was foolish to think he could defeat my father. He was foolish to trust me. As I delivered him to the Fire Lord, I regained my honor. That is all I ever wanted.”

“You are the foolish one,” I retort, trying to still my traitorous body as it responds to his touch. “You are anything but honorable.”

He chuffs with exertion, ignoring my barb. “Either way,” he pants as he rocks inside me. “My father says I must sire an heir before I can ascend the throne.” With calculated precision, he deepens our connection and spreads his seed within me.

He plucks my distended clitoris and chuckles as I lose control of my body. He growls and turns my head, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss. “That’s right, Katara. Enjoy yourself. Take me deep inside you. Welcome my seed into your womb.” His hand covers my flat stomach.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

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Her disdain hits its mark and I hide my face so she cannot see my pain. I have done my best to protect her. I have done my best to protect her brother. My father watches my every move, leery of the son who delivered up the Avatar to him. No one was more surprised than I was when the Avatar fell at his feet. Now, no one is left to oppose my father.

Her body quivers around mine, signaling the pinnacle of her release. This must be done. The palace spies are probably watching us even now. All hope died with Aang and my beloved uncle.

Sliding from her body, I turn on my side and feign sleep. I wish I could tell her the truth – that I do all this to protect her and her brother. For now, I follow the order I was given – sire the next generation. I am not to leave Katara’s side until she is with child.

The Fire Sages have predicted the coming of the Avatar, where and when, they are unsure. They have woven their mysticism around my father, convincing him that a child born of our line will become the next Avatar.

The cycle was broken when my father took Aang’s life. With no one to oppose him, he is the ruler of all he sees. The Earth Kingdom is a shadow of itself, only small pockets of resistance proving to be minor annoyances to my father’s will.

Katara sobs and I ache to reach out and comfort her. The child will complicate matters. Now I will have another to protect.

I feel my body stir again, a slave to the task at hand. The herbs I was given for the task make me ache for her. I clench my jaw and try to sleep. For now I must bide my time.

“I know,” I reply, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

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A/N – I haven’t abandoned my other story, The Price of Peace. This is just a story that couldn’t wait. Any reviews are greatly appreciated.
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