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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Happy holidays everyone. I hope everyone had a good whatever you celebrate for the holiday season. Here's you present from me to you, another steaming chapter of lemony goodness for you all. If you're here for the smut, you're really going to get it this chapter, because as we saw last time, Katara has finally fully given into her desires. Last chapter was just the start of that. Speaking of which, if anyone thinks that Zuko and Katara are going at it too much, I'm going to assume that you've never heard of a sex marathon, which can actually last for hours or sometimes literal days. So yeah, this is fully plausible. Well, maybe it would be a bit much for someone as inexperienced as Katara, but of anyone new to intimacy could pull through a sex marathon so soon after their first time, it would be her, especially with Zuko as her partner.)
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Chapter 10: Lovers For A Day
Katara’s body continued to convulse as her orgasm slowly died down, and she proceeded to thrust against Zuko as best as she could with the way her body was angled. The Fire Prince continue to hold her lower body until she began to settle down, then he lowered her back down to the bed.
She had been completely fucked speechless, and if she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn that Zuko had stolen her very soul. If she were the Avatar, she would surely be in the Avatar State right now. There was simply no words for the high she was feeling right now.
“I swear to Agni, Katara, your facial expressions when you cum are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her with the utmost seriousness. “Your lips parted, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glazed over, your face shining with sweat, gods, it drives me crazy. Not to mention the noises you make. Sweet Agni, they’re the sexiest sounds ever.”
Panting heavily, Katara barely registered his words as she tried to calm down, still caught off guard from her nearly out of the blue orgasm. Zuko gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then leaned over her again and kissed her. Katara kept her eyes closed the whole time, opening up for him when his lips met hers, and their tongues began leisurely rubbing against and circling each other.
After kissing for a time, she felt Zuko’s arms slip underneath her. He then lifted himself up, taking her with him until she was sitting upright, their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace. Her legs hung off the side of the bed as she sat on the very edge, and her arms went around him as they proceeded to make out. She could still feel Zuko hot and hard inside her, and somehow knew that he was far from finished with her. The thought made her stomach clench in anticipation as she wondered what else he had in store for her.
His hands moved down her back to her hips, and he held her in place as he began thrusting into her again. Katara pulled her mouth away from his as she began to pant once more, her body rocking against his as he moved them both. Her breasts slapped against his chest in time with his movements, and her hands went from around him to begin exploring his body appreciatively.
“I love it when you touch me,” Zuko told her as their bodies slapped together. “I could keep you in this bed all day and still want more.”
Katara was almost afraid of just how appealing that sounded as she gasped out, “You… are… ah… insatiable…”
He just grinned at her. “When you finally get something that you…” he paused to let out a grunt, “that you wanted for so long, you really want to enjoy it fully.”
Katara couldn’t resist saying what she said next. “Are you… mmm, enjoying me?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “Immensely.”
He kissed her again as Katara continued to run her hands over his body. His lips left hers and moved down to the area of her neck he seemed to like to focus on, the spot where she seemed to be most sensitive. She tilted her head back, letting out a long sigh. Slowly, she leaned back until she was resting on her arms. Zuko had followed her down, keeping his lips attached to her pulse point, then stood straight again when he finally detached from her.
Balancing on her elbow, Katara reached out, running her hand over Zuko’s sweaty chest before settling it over his heart, feeling it beat rapidly against her palm. He mimicked the action, keeping hold of her hip with one hand and running his other one over her body, her stomach, her chest, moving up to her face. He cupped her cheek, tracing her lips with his thumb before pushing it inside, and she began sucking on it as her legs hung in the air on either side of him.
“Gods, Katara, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Running her tongue over his thumb, she looked into his eyes. “What do I do to you?” she asked, speaking around his thumb.
His smoldering eyes bore into hers. “Drive me out of my damn mind.”
He gave her an extra hard thrust, and Katara gasped loudly, his thumb falling from her mouth. He grabbed hold of her waist again and began slamming into her. Katara’s head fell back, turning up to the ceiling, and she shifted to her side in order to keep her hand pressed to his chest. Zuko continued to thrust into her a few more times before suddenly grabbing her and completely turning her onto her side.
Katara gasped, her hand falling away from him when he turned her. He took hold of her hips again and pulled her closer until her lower body was practically hanging off the bed. He then lifted her leg into the air, hugging it to his chest, and resumed thrusting into her at a much faster pace. Katara hissed in response, gripping the sheets beneath her as her hair and breasts swayed back and forth. She looked down between them as she watched his cock rapidly move in and out of her.
“This is what you do to me, Katara,” he practically growled. “You make me want to fuck you into the mattress.”
Well, he was already doing that. He’d already done that. She didn’t think she’d heard him swear yet, though, at least not that extensively or in that context; any of his past profanity had been more along the lines of pleasured exclamations. Hearing the curse fly past his lips, knowing she was the cause of it, it made her feel like some kind of seductress driving him out of his mind with lust until he lost control. It was strange, when she first realized that Zuko desired her, it had felt awkward and uncomfortable, but right now, it made her feel wild and exotic.
Zuko kept thrusting into her, his pants and groans increasing. Finally though, he gave one final hard thrust and then lingered a few moments before suddenly pulling out. Without even meaning to, Katara let out a cry of protest at the loss of him and found herself reaching for him again. Zuko pulled back though, letting her leg fall back down as he avoided her touch. But then he grabbed her again, turning her onto her stomach with her lower body hanging off the bed. Before she could ask what he was doing, he covered her with his body, his hard length pressing against her rear.
“What are you–” she began.
“Shh!” he shushed her, sounding almost desperate. “Just… keep still for a bit. I need a minute.”
He then took a few deep breaths, breathing through his nose and out his mouth. Katara suddenly realized that he had probably been close to spilling himself inside her and was now trying to regain control of himself to last longer. She could feel his hot breath against the side of her face as he breathed in and out, and she noted how each time he seemed to regain more control.
He’d told her to keep still, but that was easier said than done. Being as hot and bothered as she was, it was impossible to stay still, and she began shifting beneath him as she rubbed her legs together, trying to provide herself with some friction. This subsequently caused her rear to rub against him. She heard Zuko growl in response, but she kept going, and he held her tighter in his arms.
“Tease,” he told her.
“I am not.”
“No?” he asked, his tone playfully mocking. He began grinding against her, slipping his erection between her ass-cheeks. “I beg to differ.”
Katara bit her bottom lip as she listened to Zuko emit grunts in her ear as he continued to rub against her, using his knee to separate her legs, giving him some space. He then rose up, angled his hips, and then he was slipping inside her again.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned out, the word unintentionally slipping out as she was filled again at a different angle. And then he began moving again. Breathy moans escaped her as Zuko started moving at a steady pace, his grunts matching her moans. How was it he was able to hit all the right spots every time?
His pace gradually increased, and he eventually lifted off her. He kept his hands on her back though, keeping her pressed down to the bed as he stood behind her, thrusting into her. Katara groaned as his hips slapped against her, making the bed creak each time. She tore at the bedsheets beneath her, eventually burying her face into the mattress and biting into the sheets, yanking at them with her teeth.
“Great spirits, I still can’t believe you were a virgin before last night,” Zuko gasped out. He released her hips and grasped her wrists. “Give me your arms.”
Without even thinking of what he might have in mind, Katara released the sheets and reached back, allowing Zuko to take hold of and pull back on her arms. He changed his stance behind her so her legs now stood between his. He pulled back on her arms further, lifting her completely off the mattress, and the sheets dropped from her teeth as she gasped out. She now stood bent over the bed with Zuko holding her arms behind her, the only thing preventing her from falling over, and he began thrusting into her again.
“Gods, you’re so deep inside me,” Katara gasped out as she went from moaning in time with his movements to openly crying out.
The leverage he had with her arms allowed him to hit her hard and deep, and her hanging breasts jigged each time he slammed into her. She looked over her shoulder back at him, and a few moments later, he caught her eyes. They continued to stare at each other as he thrusted forward, and she attempted to thrust back as he pulled her towards him.
As they moved together, Katara felt a heat fill her separate from what they were doing as she maintained eye contact with him. She never had anyone look at her with the raw desire that Zuko did; he did nothing to hide his lust for her. It began to feel a little too intense, and she turned to face forward again. But suddenly, Zuko pulled back on her arms, forcing her to stand up straight.
Releasing her arms, he pulled her flush against him. His arms went around her, one going around her neck and then grasping her shoulder, the other going around her torso and landing on her crotch. Katara’s head fell back as the hand on her nether region began rubbing her as he continued thrusting into her, and she spread her legs a few inches. One of her arms was caged against her body by his arm wrapped around her torso, but her other one reached back to take hold of his hip as she made small circles with her own hips as he filled her.
The arm pressing against her neck cut off her air supply, but only the slightest bit, just enough pressure to let her know that he could choke her if he wanted to. For some reason, this caused her excitement to increase as she listened to him pant in her ear. He occasionally kissed, licked, and nibbled her neck as he nuzzled her, and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. Through hooded eyes, she caught sight of their shadows for the first time on the wall as their bodies blocked out the morning light shining through the window, and she couldn’t help but think that it looked like their shadows were performing some sort of erotic dance as they moved together.
As they continued on like that, Katara couldn’t help but notice that as much as she enjoyed the feel of Zuko’s pressed against her backside, her front began to feel neglected. Her breasts ached to be caressed and her lips hungered to be kissed. And then, almost as if he had read her thoughts, the hand holding onto her shoulder released her and gripped her chin instead. He roughly turned her head back and he seized her lips with his, devouring her mouth.
Their tongues danced between them until Katara’s neck began to get sore from the angle, and she turned her head out of Zuko’s hold on her chin. When she did, Zuko suddenly grasped her hips and he turned them around. Katara let out a gasp at the sudden movement as he shifted them around and sat down on the edge of the bed, remaining inside her the entire time.
Taking hold of her waist, he pulled her more firmly onto him. Katara whimpered as her legs slid between his so she was sitting on him while remaining impaled. Zuko then showed her how to move, keeping his hands on her hips as he raised and lowered her until she began doing it on her own, occasionally pausing and gyrating her hips on him. Bending over, she placed her hands on her knees for support as she moved her bottom up and down on him.
Zuko’s own hands were behind him on the bed for supports as she alternated between rising and falling on him and making circular motions, but then one of his arms stretched out past her as he pointed across the room. “Look, Katara.”
Her eyes had been closed, but she cracked them open and followed where he was pointing. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of the full-length mirror resting against the wall. In it, she saw their reflections as they copulated. She couldn’t believe how erotic she looked. Her naked body on full display, flushed and glistening with sweat. Her disheveled hair dancing around her as she moved, clinging to her chest, her shoulders, and her face. Her heated cheeks filled with color, her expression full of passion.
It was a most arousing sight, seeing herself in such a state, but her own body obstructed most of Zuko’s form. He amended that by pulling her towards him and then reaching around her to grab her legs. He pulled them back, spreading her wide, and her legs settled on either side of his. This fully exposed her nether region, and she caught sight of it in the mirror. She watched as his cock, shiny with her juices, moved in and out of her as he thrusted up into her while bouncing her in his lap.
“Look how amazing we look together,” he whispered huskily in her ear. “We truly make an erotic sight, don’t you think?”
She could only moan as a way of answer, and he reached around her to bring a hand to where they were connected, splitting his middle and index fingers along her labia as his length moved between the two digits. Katara’s own hands now rested behind her on either side of him as she rose and fell in his lap, but then she suddenly felt the heat and electric tingle from his fingers against her nether-lips, and she paused in her movements as a trembling cry escaped her.
Her arms lost their strength and she began tilting to the side. Zuko grabbed hold of her and gently lowered her down on the bed beside him. Katara panted as she tried to regain control of her body. She hadn’t climaxed, but it had been something close, and she needed a few moments to recover. Zuko, meanwhile, took the time to climb back up onto the bed, shifting more towards the center. He rubbed his hand over her back and she cracked open her eyes to look up at him. He smiled at her before shifting onto his knees.
Taking her wrist, he gave her a light tug. “Come here, Katara.”
She panted a few more times before lifting herself up and crawling over to him. As she did so, his erection ended up right in front of her face. With barely a thought about what she was doing, she took hold of it, opened her mouth, and took him inside. She heard Zuko groan loudly as his head fell back, but she didn’t see his expression as she moved her head up and down on him. She felt his hand go to the back of her head, but she ignored it as she sucked on him. She could taste herself on him, but embarrassment was long since forgotten as she continued to bob her head.
She pulled off him when she needed to breathe and sucked down some air, but her hand proceeded to stroke him. She then leaned in, moving closer to his chest, pressing kisses across it, and then began teasing and licking his nipples, much like he had to her. His hand on the back of her head pulled her up to him, and she shifted closer, rising up onto her own knees so she was level with him.
He slowly leaned in to kiss her, and she parted her lips to receive his kiss, but at the last moment, he pulled back. Before Katara had a chance to contemplate that, he slowly moved in to kiss her again, only to retreat just before their lips met again, only allowing them to graze. He did this a few more times before Katara realized what he was doing. He was keeping her in anticipation, getting her ready to be kissed, only to make her wait. He did this half a dozen times until Katara was so hungry for his kiss that her lips were practically tingling. But then, finally, he allowed their lips to meet in a kiss so heated that she moaned into his mouth.
They proceeded to make out for a while, both caught up in their passion. His hands went around her, settling on her rear, and her own hands followed the same path on his. She squeezed his ass-cheeks, moaning into his mouth again as they ground their nether regions together. They were chest to chest, leg to leg, the only space separating them caused by her breasts rubbing against his chest and his length against her groin and lower belly as they made out.
Pulling back slightly, one of Zuko’s hand moved between her legs, and he inserted two fingers inside her at once. A groan escaped Katara and she leaned back, clinging onto him so she didn’t drop down onto the mattress. Zuko held her to him as well as he lowered his mouth to her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth. Katara bit her lip to stifle a groan as both his fingers and his mouth stimulated her, and she gyrated her hips against his hand.
Biting down lightly on her nipple, Zuko began driving his fingers into her, faster, harder. He didn’t let up until her mouth finally dropped open and she let out a cry of “Gods!”. Only then did he finally removed both his fingers and mouth from her, pulling her upright to claim her lips again. Their tongues swirled against each other for several long moments before Zuko broke the kiss and moved to sit back on his knees as he lifted her up, and of her own accord, she threw one leg around him and then the other, her arms now going around his shoulders to hold herself to him.
Lifting herself up, she reached down and took hold of his length, lining him up with her entrance, and began teasing them both as she ran his head along her slit. She did this a few times before pointing his cock straight up and angling herself over him. Then she took a deep breath before she began to lower her hips, inserting the head. She held herself there for a few seconds more before she lowered herself further, completely sinking down onto him.
There was really no way to deny it now, she was fully participating in their sex, even taking the initiative. She didn’t stop to contemplate what that meant, having decided to just enjoy the time while it lasted as she rested her hands on his shoulder and began rising and falling on him. Grunts and moans escaped them as they moved together, Zuko’s hands on her rear helping to lift and lower her. Their gazes were on each other’s faces as they panted, showing no signs of shyness, as if they had done this a million times before.
Katara knew that this wouldn’t last though, nor would she want or expect it to. This was a temporary bubble that they were both in right now that existed outside of the real world, a reprieve from reality and the harshness of their lives brought on by this war, and she was ok with that. As he had said, this would be a time just for the two of them, and they could go back to real life later, but for now, she wanted this to last as long as it could, and she wanted to enjoy it.
Moving her hands from his shoulders, she cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him. Their mouths sealed together, and she continued to take the initiative by inserting her own tongue into his mouth. Zuko kissed her back as he continued to thrust up into her as she drove herself down onto him. It was quite the contrast from before when he had been the one taking the lead and she had merely responded. But now she actively participated, doing what felt good and using what she had learned thus far to pleasure them both.
As they came apart for air, Zuko gave her a heated look. “You feel so good, Katara.”
“So do you,” she replied, still feeling embarrassed by the admission, but knowing that there was no point in denying it; she couldn’t fool him or herself.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he told her, his voice full of promise, “because I plan to fuck in every position possible on every surface in this room before you leave tonight.”
Katara absolutely believed him, and shivered as one of his hands left her rear and came up between their bodies to start running over her chest. Both his hands heated up and began producing electricity, and she groaned, turning her head to the ceiling as she leaned back, wrapping her arms around his neck so she wouldn’t fall. He leaned forward, kissing along her neck and above her chest, causing her to lean back further as she closed her eyes and released a long, loud sigh. Her hold on him extended until she was gripping the back if his neck with her hands, all but hanging off him as they panted in each other’s faces.
Pulling back, Zuko lowered her down to lay on the bed, keeping his hands on her lower back to angle her lower body upward. He began rising and falling on his knees as Katara balanced on her shoulders. Her hands released his neck and now rested flat on the bed, squeezing his hips with her legs as he thrusted into her. She allowed this to go on for a while before lifting herself up to balance on her hands and began thrusting against him. His hands resumed running over her body, giving her the pleasing, heated tingle that had her turning her head left and right as she moaned.
Then Zuko suddenly gripped her hips and shifted his legs out from underneath himself as he laid down. “Turn around.”
She ceased her movements as her eyes fluttered open, not sure if she heard him through her lust. “Huh?”
He stroked her hip. “I said turn around, Katara. I want to see you ride me from behind.”
From behind? Well, she had already ridden him while they were facing each other, so what did facing the other way matter? She’d already pretty much done that anyway while observing them in the mirror. So she sat up and began to lift herself off him. But he suddenly gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him once more, causing her to gasp out loudly.
“No, Katara,” he told her. “Keep me inside you. Turn around while I’m still inside.”
She blinked a few times before looking down at where they were joined. Would she be able to turn around like that? She wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem like he was giving her much of a choice with the way he was keeping her against him. So she sat back and bent her legs so she was squatting over him, but still keeping him buried deep. She began to turn on top of him, and her mouth fell open at the feel of how he moved inside her as she spun around. Zuko groaned as well, releasing her hips so she could spin around, and she continued to do so until she was facing the other way.
“Good job, Katara,” he said, sounding breathless. “Now ride me like this.”
Still squatting over him, she lowered her legs back down to be on either side of him like before, only now she was backwards. She took a few deep breaths before she began to rise up and then fall back down on him, and they both simultaneously groaned at the sensation. She soon found rhythm once more, filling herself with him again and again.
As it turned out, riding him facing the other way made a big difference, and she found herself grunting and gasping as she rose and fell on him. Naturally, she couldn’t see his face in this position, but she felt his hands on her, and he parted her curtain of hair, pushing it over her shoulders and exposing her bare back to him. His hands began running up and down her back, leaving a trail of heat and electric tingles, and she shivered the times he grazed his nails down her spine. She was bathed in sweat, and her hair clung to her shoulders and chest, and small sprinkles of perspiration flew off the end of her beaded nipples as she moved up and down on him.
Leaning back, she braced her hands on the bed on either side of him, causing her hair to fall behind her once more. She drove herself down onto him, rotating and gyrating her hips for a time every couple of minutes. Then she felt one of his hands on her lower stomach, feeling him press his fingers into her flesh. It took her a several seconds to realize that he was actually massaging his own cock inside her. But before she could contemplate the eroticism on that further, she suddenly felt Zuko sit up and wrap his arms around her. He ran his hands over her body, nuzzling and kissing her collarbone as she kept up her movements.
Then he hugged her to him and laid back onto the mattress, pulling her down on top of him. She gasped in surprise, stretching her legs out straight as she now laid completely on top of him. His head was right next to her, and he turned to begin placing kisses all along her cheek. His hands went on the move, one going up to cup her breast and the other going done to where they were connected. He began rubbing her as he continued to thrust up into her, and she covered both of his hands in hers.
She didn’t know a position like this was possible, but chalked it up to more of her inexperience. He didn’t fill her as deeply like this, but it was enough, and when he began making circular motion with his hips, she gasped out, her hands flying out above them. They fell upon the headboard, and she used it to push herself against him. Turning her head, her lips found his, their mouths sealing together.
Zuko continued to knead her breasts and rub her clit, and Katara’s hips began to rise into the air. His lower body followed hers as he continued to thrust up into her until he had risen off the bed. He then took hold of her hips, tearing his mouth away from hers to look down the length of her body, and then began furiously thrusting up into her.
A loud cry escaped Katara as he rapidly pumped up in and out of her. Her head fell back as she held herself up, her cries coming out faster and faster. Her back arched more and more, but Zuko’s hold on her hips ensured that they remained connected as he pistoned into her. This went on for about a minute before she felt the undeniable urge to feel him buried deep. She lifted herself up, pushing her weight down onto him so he fell flat in the bed as she sat up, her whole body jerking.
She sat on him fully as she tried to regain control of herself, relishing in the feel of him being fully embedded. And as she slowly calmed down, she shifted above him so she was resting on her knees once more as she continued to straddle him, holding herself up with her arms as her breathing slowed.
When she had calmed down enough, she leaned forward and took hold of his ankles as she began rising and falling on him faster. He gripped her hips as he thrusted up into her when she came down. As enjoyable as it was to admire his body and see his passionate expression when they were facing each other, there was something thrilling about facing away from him and not seeing his face, almost as if it added a layer of mystery, even though she knew exactly who it was behind her.
“Katara, look at us,” he once again ordered her.
Knowing what he was referring to this time, she turned her attention to the mirror. She hardly recognized the person she saw in it. But then, she supposed that made sense to an extent. This wasn’t necessarily the real her, nor was this the real Zuko. This was them as lovers, taking a break from who they really were in order to enjoy each other. Outside of their deal, this never would have happened otherwise. This was a unique circumstance, at least that’s what she was telling herself to shake off the guilt.
As she watched their reflections, his grip on her hips suddenly tightened and he lifted her off of him. Katara mumbled a complaint; she had been close. But then he pulled his legs out from under her and got to his knees behind her, pulling her closer to him, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, still breathing heavily as she pushed her hair out of her face.
“What are you doing?” she asked with baited breath.
He shifted closer. “I want you on your hands and knees.”
“On my…” she trailed off, her eyes widening as he pulled her into position. He wanted to take her from behind, on her hands and knees, like some kind of animal? Like she was some polar bear dog? That sounded… well, exciting. She thought it would be degrading, but the thought of them going at it like a couple of wild beasts sounded strangely alluring and made her stomach clench in anticipation.
As of reading her thoughts, Zuko leaned over her and whispered hotly in her ear. “That’s right, I’m taking you from behind, on all fours, just like a couple of wild animals mating. And if you think about it,” he lightly nipped her earlobe, “humans really are just animals, no matter how advanced we are in comparison.”
For reasons she couldn’t fathom, his claim made her shiver. Her anticipation increased when he pushed a knee between her legs, separating them enough for him to kneel directly behind her. Placing one hand on her hip and taking himself in the other, he lined himself up with her entrance. Katara inhaled as she felt him pressing against her, and he leaned over her slightly. Now that she thought about it though, this wasn’t so different from the position they had ended up in while in the shower together.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked heatedly.
She was dripping for him, needing to get back to the approaching climax she had been at before he had decided to suddenly go all wild beast on her and change positions. But instead of saying all that, she simply nodded. Zuko then gripped her hips and pushed inside her in one long thrust. Katara’s back arched, a surprised gasp escaping her at the way he filled her, and she heard a low groan escape him as well. She remained on her hands though as Zuko held himself inside her as if savoring the feeling, so deep she could feel him in her uterus.
He breathed heavily for several long, agonizing seconds, not yet moving. And then, just when Katara was about to demand that he fuck her, and by using the actual profane word at that, he began moving. A long, slow, experimental thrust at first that caused Katara to let out her own breath in a gasping moan as he groaned loudly, then he did it again. Her nails dug into the mattress as she gasped again, and then he started setting a pace.
Katara’s eyes were wide as Zuko moved in and out of her. His hips would slam into her, his sac smacking against her, before doing it again. Grunts and groans escaped him as he moved at a steady pace, but she hardly heard them over her own moans and cries. She pushed back to meet his thrusts as he pushed forward, squeezing her inner muscles as he pulled back, and she felt his fingers dig into her hips with near bruising force every time he did.
Her earlier thoughts had been right, as had his words. She did feel like a wild animal being taken by her mate in this position. There was something about it that was so very primal, so primitive, feral even. It severed to increase her excitement further, and the sounds she began emitting began to sound less human and more animalistic as well. It was strange how such a simple act could have such a profound effect on her.
Her body swayed in time with his thrusts, her back curved and her head thrown back as she bit her bottom lip. She could feel her orgasm approaching again and knew it was going to be a big one. But then, when hadn’t it been a big one with him? He really knew how to please a woman, seemingly regardless of the position, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he got so good at this.
Opening her eyes, she found her gaze drawn to the mirror once more, this time without him saying so. The sight before her matched her feelings; they really did look like two untamed animals rutting in the wilderness, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. She looked from herself up to Zuko, watching as he lifted a hand from her hip to wipe his sweat-drenched face, then use that same hand to graze his nails down her back, causing her to shiver and let out a hiss. Then he seemed to sense where she was looking, and his gaze went to the mirror as well.
“That’s right, Katara,” he growled out as he reached out and grasped her shoulders, forcing her back to arch as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, “look at yourself. Watch as I take you. See how much you enjoy yourself.”
There was no need for him to say it, she didn’t think she could look away if she wanted to; the sight was just too alluring. Seeing herself reacting to him like an animal in heat as he pounded into her was utterly mesmerizing, and quite possibly the most erotic thing she had ever seen. In this moment, she truly did feel like Zuko’s mate.
She wondered how else she would look when lost in the throes of passion while in other positions, and realized that she might find out before the day was through. Right now though, all she could do was take Zuko’s assault and give back in return as he kept a firm grip on her shoulders while pounding away at her, unable to look away from the mirror as her mouth hung open and a stream of incoherent words and sounds spilled past her lips.
Her passion escalated, and she felt her arms grow weak and start to shake. Her orgasm was approaching, coming closer… closer… and then… it was there. She felt it from her core, from the very center of her being, and she screamed loudly, her arms giving out as she fell forward. Zuko released her shoulders as she dropped down onto her forearms, burying her face in them. She distinctly was aware of him running his nails up and down her back, but it only added to the overwhelming sensation of her orgasm.
She was left feeling light-headed and dizzy, almost as if she were floating away, and for a brief moment, she felt a flash of bewilderment as she quite literally forgot who she was and where she was. It came back to her a few moments later, and she was left in utter awe. She had heard girls make jokes of how there were instances where they had cum so hard that they had forgotten their own name, but she had always thought that that was just a figure of speech, and was now shocked to discover that it had actually happened to her.
But Zuko wasn’t done with her. And once her body calmed down, he bent down over her, pressing kisses up her backside before reaching out and grasping her shoulder with one hand and gripping her hip with the other as he resumed thrusting into her. Katara’s face scrunched up, her lips thinning as she sucked them in, lifting her face out of the crook of her arms.
“My gods,” she gasped out in disbelief, “how many times are you going to make me cum?”
She heard him chuckle behind her. “As many times as I can, Katara. I love watching you climax.”
He then released her shoulder and grabbed her hair. Winding it around his hand, he pulled back on it, forcing Katara back up onto her hands and knees as he resumed the pace he had set before her orgasm. Katara’s mouth fell open as her head fell back as Zuko pulled at her hair. It added a whole new dimension of sensation that sent new thrills through her. It was strange, she never liked having her hair pulled before, so how was it so arousing now? Why was it sex could make her act so unusual?
As Zuko continued to thrust into her, Katara eventually found herself wondering how much longer he could last. Though it felt like it had been much longer, she knew that it had been quite a while since he had needed to take a minute to get control of himself when he’d had her bent over the bed. Just how much stamina did he have?
Suddenly needing to touch him, she looked back at him and reached back with one hand, placing her palm against his chest. She observed the strained, focused look on his face as he drove into her, and eventually his eyes found hers. They watched each other for a short while before Zuko released her hair and took hold of her arm instead.
He pulled back on her limb, causing her back to arch, and her other hand left the mattress from where she had been holding herself up. Zuko seized hold of this arm as well, pulling them both behind her, and Katara faced forward again as he thrusted away, holding onto her arms so she wouldn’t fall forward.
They went on like that until Katara’s arms began to fall asleep from her hanging forward as he held them back. She lifted herself up to try and get some feeling back in her limbs, and Zuko seemed to pick up on her dilemma. He released one of her arms and snaked one of his around her, pulling her back so she sat on her knees and was pressed flush against him.
Both hands then circled around her and began leisurely caressing her body as he slowed down his thrusts to slow, deep grinds. Katara exhaled loudly as he pressed his face into her neck, kissing and nuzzling her as they moved together. She reached back and gripped his hips as his own hands found placement, one on her lower belly, the other over her breast.
They moved like that almost as if they were performing a slow, exotic dance. When the pins and needles sensation faded from Katara’s arms as the blood circulation resumed, she moved her hands, one to rest on top of his hand on her lower belly, the other reaching back to tangle in his hair. She turned her head to face him, and their lips met, their tongues leisurely rubbing against each other. She applied light pressure to his hand, indicating that she wanted him to bring it lower, and he did so, sliding it down through her curls to rub her clit as he continued moving in and out of her.
He brought back the heat and electricity in his hands, and she whimpered into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, she leaned her head back onto his shoulder, closing her eyes as she breathed heavily. The heat and electricity added to the stimulation quickly rose her to greater heights. Her breathing got heavier and her moans louder. In her ear, she heard Zuko tell her to look at them again, and she lifted her head and gazed at their reflections. She saw Zuko watching them as well, feeling a rush of arousal at how they were both watching themselves in the mirror.
Time went on, the minutes blending together, and as the knot in her stomach tightened, Katara suddenly found herself unable to stay upright as her back arched. She fell forward, dropping back down to her forearms as she held herself up. Zuko went down with her, now mounting over her. His hand on her breast moved up so his arm could wrap around her neck as he grabbed her shoulder. He rapidly sped up his thrusts as his other hand began rubbing at her furiously, and Katara whimpered in her arms as she practically began crying.
She held herself up as long as she could before the strength in her arms and legs gave out. She collapsed flat on the bed with Zuko laying fully on top of her, her legs between his. He didn’t stop though, and instead pulled his arms out from under her. Keeping their bodies pressed together, he continued his thrusts, keeping his strokes long and deep.
Then after a while, he suddenly stopped. Katara thought he was going to change position again, but instead he reached over and grabbed one of the pillows, pulling it next to them.
“Lift up,” he ordered, speaking hotly in her ear.
Wondering what he was up to, she did so, and he pushed the pillow beneath him to angle her rear, and she inhaled deeply at the difference it made. He then resumed his thrusting as if he had never stopped. Who knew that such a slight change in angle could make such a difference?
As Zuko pounded into her, she reached back to grasp her own rear, spreading herself further, feeling him penetrate her deeper as a result. And as she did so, she felt a peculiar sensation inside her as she felt the head of his cock push harder against her cervix before it actually entered her womb itself. The very thought of him having entered her so deeply, opening her up even further, had an indescribably profound effect on Katara as she shoved her backside against him.
The feel of his additional entrance made Zuko let out a groan, and he began thrusting into her faster and harder. Katara mumbled in response. With every thrust, she now felt the head of his cock push its way into her cervix. She cried out loudly each time he filled her, releasing her rear and instead reaching up to grip the sheets by her head. Zuko’s hands covered hers, taking her clenched fists in his as he thrusted into her. Katara could only lay there as he gave her pleasure, her legs shifting between them, bending up into the air, lying flat on the mattress, or entangling with his.
“Katara,” he growled in her ear, “I can’t hold back much longer. I’m going to cum soon.”
She couldn’t muster up any words to respond with, only managing to emit a few moans. But as she discovered, the two of them had a very different idea as to what the word “soon” meant, because several minutes passed by and he was still driving into her. His pace did increase though as he began going harder and deeper, and that’s when Katara realized that now he was reaching the actual definition of “soon”. And upon realizing that he was approaching his own climax, the thought somehow sky-rocketed her own building release.
“Zukoooooo,” she groaned out. “I’m… I’m… ah…”
That was apparently enough to get her message across as she felt his grip on her hands tighten as he seemed to double his efforts with his strokes. She realized that he was trying to get her there first, attempting to hold back his own orgasm as he grunted and growled in her ear. Her arms stretched out in front of her, her hands still held in his as her head tilted back as far as it could go with Zuko lying on her, his head right next to hers.
Then she felt a flash of heat and electricity briefly pass all throughout his body and into hers, as if what he had done with his hands before he was now doing with his whole body, including his cock. That was all it took, and she came in a rush, moaning his name.
Being pinned beneath him did nothing to stop her from trembling, and Zuko gave one last thrust and buried himself deep. He cried out her name as he released inside her, and she whimpered as she felt his seed blast against directly into her womb through her own release, feeling it, feeling him, flowing into her, clenching her teeth together so tightly in response she feared they would break. And for a few short seconds during their shared climax, she could have sworn that they ascended together to a realm of pure white light, completely absent of sound, where the two of them and the pleasure they shared were the only things that existed.
Eventually though, it came to an end, and they descended back down to Earth. Katara kept her face buried in the mattress as Zuko pressed his face into the crook of her neck. His grip on her closed fists finally began to loosen, allowing her to release the sheets she had been holding. His full weight rested on top of her, but she didn’t care, and actually enjoyed it. But he eventually seemed to come to his senses enough to not rest his full weight on her and shifted above her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Katara turned her face out of the mattress as she continued to take slow, deep breaths.
“Damn, I couldn’t hold back,” Zuko panted, seemingly to himself. “You felt too good. I wanted it to last longer. I usually can.”
Katara’s eyes flew open. Longer? He could usually last longer!? During each of their sessions, he had to have lasted at least 30 to 40 minutes, and that didn’t even include their foreplay, just the actual sex. And he was saying that he usually lasted longer? Just how long did he “usually” last? And why couldn’t he last that long now? Was it because the sex was with her? The thought made her blush. That was… flattering.
“Don’t worry, Katara,” he continued, “we’ve still got a long day ahead of us. And you’ll find that we Firebenders also recover very quickly.” He pressed another kiss to the back of her neck as he spoke with a promise. “I look forward to finding out how many other ways I can make you scream.”
Katara felt herself shiver in anticipation. Something told her she would be spending the entirety of her day in this bed.

(A/N: Yeah, so I'm just going to say it, this chapter was meant to be pure PWP that just allowed Katara and Zuko to fully go all out. Essentially, all the buildup and seduction of the previous chapters were building up to a single chapter of pure, shameless, gratuitous smut. So I hope you got your fill with that. Really, this chapter could have been cut and it wouldn't change the story, but I thought, what the heck, I'll just do a mindless chapter of hardcore action. If you want though, I guess you can look at this chapter at how we're seeing a liberated Katara from her inhibitions, so there's that. Ah, but we're not done yet, we still have two more chapters to go. Just how much farther is this to go. Well, you'll just have to stick around to find out.)
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