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Desire
By : Nathalia
Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female
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Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: the Last Airbender, and no profit is being made from the posting of this fic
Warning: I’m going with Zuko’s darker personality from S1.

CHAPTER ONE - SONG
This situation was new, and very unpleasant.
Even as a banished prince, Zuko had enjoyed a certain amount of comfort. He had his own room on the ship, privacy, good food, and more than enough money to pay for a night of company when they made port.
Now, he was stuck begging for food or relying on the charity of strangers. They had little to no money, and were forced to camp out in the wilderness, sleeping on the hard ground. Female company, willing or paid, was naturally out of the question.
To top it all off, Uncle was snoring, and it was impossible for Zuko, already a light sleeper, to ignore it. He missed the sound-proof walls of the ship.
The village healer who had cured his uncle had also given him a tea that would let him sleep long and deeply, claiming that sleep would be the best thing for him, after she had treated him with ointments and potions.
Her excellent care was the only reason Zuko hadn’t burned their peasant hut to the ground – with them inside – for the way they had spoken about the Fire Nation. If you resisted occupation, then naturally the soldiers would fight back. Song should count herself lucky that a few scars on her legs were the worst of it.
The way she had gently kissed his cheek, mistaking his angry silence for not wanting to talk about his scar, spoke of inexperience, but if Uncle hadn’t interrupted, Zuko wouldn’t have been above playing on the young healer’s sympathies and conviction that they were connected by more than just a few bad burns.

Right now, Uncle was fast asleep and snoring, and Zuko was still sitting on the porch. Song claimed that her mother was impossible to wake once she fell asleep, even without the use of herbs, and that she herself wasn’t much better.
Zuko preferred his partners awake, but he was a red-blooded teenage boy with perfectly functioning hormones, who hadn’t had any kind of female company for months. Song’s bedroom was on the opposite side of the house to her mother’s and the guest rooms. Besides, Zuko was a prince, the Crown Prince, of the Fire Nation, and Song was only an Earth Kingdom peasant. In the Fire Nation, peasant girls would be falling over each other to share his bed.
Listening carefully to make sure that the two adults really were fast asleep, and that the nearby houses were asleep and/or too far away to be accidentally alerted, Zuko stood and went back inside.
Zuko was silent as he crept into Song’s room. She was clad in a simple night dress, her long hair un-braided, breathing deeply and oblivious to the world, unsuspecting of what was about to happen to her. She didn’t feel the covers being pulled off, or her night dress sliding up, revealing inch after inch of fair skin. She didn’t stir as Zuko felt her small breasts, or pressed his mouth to hers, tongue slipping between Song’s soft, parted lips.
Song remained asleep, but a certain part of Zuko was very much awake and ready to go. But he needed to make sure that she wouldn’t suddenly wake up. The whore who had been Zuko’s fourteenth birthday gift from his crew (under the mistaken impression that he would be less of a perfectionist if he got laid) had complained that more than two fingers inside her cunt was very uncomfortable, and hard to even pretend to ignore.
Frankly, Zuko wasn’t concerned with Song’s comfort, only that she didn’t suddenly awaken and start making a fuss. He carefully slipped three fingers inside of her, twisting them in a way that had made the first whore writhe. Song twitched a little, and Zuko stilled, waiting, but she didn’t wake up. His fingers encountered a barrier, and he couldn’t help the predator’s smile that crept over his face. Song was a virgin.
He kissed her again, his free hand stroking himself to hardness. That was the bad thing about Song’s slumber: no chance of a proper blowjob. Still, it was better than nothing. Zuko removed his fingers from her cunt, straddling her as his hands went to her not-fully-developed chest. While not as large as some of the ones he’d seen before, Song’s breasts still made for an almost-perfect handful, and Zuko sighed in appreciation.
He spread her legs wider, lifting one up to his shoulder, allowing him greater access. The warmth that encompassed his cock was like water to a man stranded in a desert. He moved slowly at first, not going too deep. He wanted to get as much pleasure as possible before risking that she would wake up when he took her virginity.
There was a moment of worry when Song moaned, wriggling into a more comfortable position, but when she didn’t react further, Zuko relaxed.
Deprived for what felt like far too long, with Song’s tight body spread before him like a feast and the promise of no interruptions, it didn’t take long for Zuko to reach the edge, and he pulled out in time to spill himself over her abdomen. He considered leaving her that way as he thought of the best way to break her barrier, but cleaned it off with a rag, just in case.
Turning Song on her belly and taking her from behind would have her voice muffled by a pillow, but it also meant that all he would be able to see was her back, and it would make restraining her difficult.
Zuko toyed with her body again as he thought it over, paying particular attention to her breasts. He imagined Song’s face is she did wake. Would she look ashamed? Nervous? Passionate? Would she try to fight him, or accept the inevitable? He finally settled for holding her arms and keeping her mouth covered with his. It would stop her from yelling, and give him a chance to hold her down long enough to point out the facts: he was in the mood for sex, she was there, and he would not be denied.
Zuko parted the girl’s legs further, smirking to himself as they practically fell open, presenting her cunt for inspection, and he settled between them. The posture could almost be described as a pair of lovers, with Zuko gazing down at Song’s peaceful face, her legs almost welcoming as Zuko leaned down to kiss her, sliding partway inside of her.
It was over with quickly, a hard, violent jerk of his hips ripping through her virginity and burying Zuko’s cock deep inside her. Song did try to scream, but the sound was muffled by Zuko’s lips over hers. He released her when the scream changed to gasps and whimpers, a soft moan of pain. Her face was a mask of the disorientation from waking suddenly, shame, and discomfort at the foreign sensation.
Zuko released one of Song’s arms, lifting a hand to show the ball of flame dancing in his palm. “Try to scream or fight me, and I’ll give you a new set of burns to match your legs.”
Song’s eyes widened, but she stopped struggling, staring down to where their bodies joined. As a healer, even an apprentice, she knew how babies were made, and had seen farm animals mating, but academic knowledge and actual experience were two very different things.
Zuko moved slightly, and Song let out a soft ‘unh’ sound. Next was something between a gasp and a moan when Zuko gave a small thrust. The Fire Prince rolled his eyes. He’d barely moved an inch, and she was whimpering. “That’s nothing. I’m going to fuck you hard, and you won’t say a word if you want anyone who might hear you to live. Do you understand?”
Song nodded, her eyes wide with fear as she lay back. Zuko grunted as he pulled out, lining himself up again as Song sighed in relief. Her relief didn’t last long, and she barely bit back a cry as Zuko thrust back in. She tried her best to remain silent, but didn’t totally succeed. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, unh, unh! Please, Lee, it hurts! Mph, unh, unh! Please, stop!”
Zuko’s reply was not what she had hoped, and he only forced himself deeper. Song felt even better the second time around, and there was no way he planned on stopping now. “Uh, so good. So fucking tight! Unh, I just told you I was going to fuck you hard, didn’t I? Now tell me you want it hard! Say you want it in you!”
Song nodded miserably. “Oh! Oh, oh, unh! Ah, mph, please, take me hard. Ow! No, no, ah! Ah, unh, please!”
She tried to obey the Firebender, but ‘hard’ was too hard, like he was tearing her apart, and she was back to begging. Not that it helped. Zuko drove into her again, hands gripping her hips tightly. She was reduced to moans and gasps, trying to remain quiet as Zuko hissed at her. “Say it, Song! You want me inside you, you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight! Beg me, now!”
Song was crying softly as Zuko’s hands migrated to her breasts, and he pulled out long enough to drag her onto her knees facing away from him. “I want it, Lee. Unh! I… I… I want you to fuck me har… AH!”
He forced himself into her from behind, angled in a way that hurt. He was too big, she was tight and unprepared. She was a virgin, and it was too much. “Ow! Unh, unh, unh, oh, oh, ah! Lee, please! I can’t… I can’t… OH!”
Zuko knew that Song wasn’t enjoying herself, but this was about his pleasure, not hers. He was angry and stressed, and she was a good way of finding relief. Peasants didn’t have to like going out of their way to accommodate royalty, they just had to do it. He would use Song until morning came and his Uncle woke up, and that would be the end of it. “Can’t what, slut?”
Song felt tears running down her face as Zuko tossed her onto her back again. She could see and feel her body stretching to accommodate him, trying to squirm away as he pierced her again. One strong arm held her in place as he lifted a leg to rest on his shoulder, gripping the thigh tightly as he moved inside her. His breath was coming in short pants as he sped up. Song didn’t realize the implications. “I can’t take it. Please, no more!”
Zuko grinned savagely, spinning her so that she lay face down, her voice muffled as he entered her from behind. Gripping her hips and thrusting hard, he considered her statement more than a little ironic as he filled her tight body. “That’s not a problem.”
Song’s eyes widened in panic, but Zuko didn’t pull out, plastering her womb with his seed. She struggled, but Song was not Ty Lee, and therefore not flexible enough to hit him, especially when he was weighing her hips down.
Zuko finally relaxed on top of her, the hard planes of his chest pressing against her smooth back as he rested his head on her shoulder. Song wept quietly into the pillow as his lips rested next to her ear. “The old man is my uncle. Whose side do you think he will take? We’re both Fire benders, and I wonder how your village will react to the news that you took us in and helped us?”
He had just taken away Song’s options to see him punished for what he did to her. ‘Lee’ and his Uncle would not sympathise with her. From Song’s experience with the Fire Nation attack that took her father, the old man would probably just scold his nephew for not telling him, and demand his own turn with her. Song and her mother might not have known that the two men were Fire Nation, but that wouldn’t stop the village from shunning them if they found out.
Outside, birds began to sing, and the adults on the other side of the house began to stir. Zuko quickly stood up and dressed, throwing Song her night dress as he slipped out of the room. Her entire body aching, Song listened to the young man’s voice. He said nothing of her, or of the night’s activity, only demanding that his Uncle get ready to leave, as they had wasted enough time.
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Desire	By : Nathalia Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 20617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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