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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: Here we are, the next chapter. Longest one yet too. And as you can tell from the title, well, I won't ruin what happens. But we're getting close to the end. So let's see how much steam our two favorite Bender stir up.)
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Chapter 11: The Last Threshold
At this point, Katara didn’t think that brothel girls on their busiest day or newlyweds on their honeymoon had as much sex as she did. She and Zuko had, quite literally, spent the entire day going at it. A sex marathon, she believed it was called, based on what she remembered from such gossip. Never did she think that she would be having one of those, especially with a Firebender, let alone Prince Zuko, but she certainly stood corrected now; figuratively speaking of course.
Not only did she find that he was right about Firebenders “recovering” quickly, as he was normally ready to go again after about ten to twenty minutes, but as she had already discovered, he was able to last for extended periods of time; something about discipline, controlling one’s breathing, and a natural passionate and fiery nature Firebenders possessed he had said. What more, most of the time, even after he came, she found he was able to remain hard and just keep going. In fact, it seemed as if the more they did it, the longer his stamina lasted each time. While she, on the other hand, had lost track of the number of times he had brought her to orgasm within the first hour alone.
She also found the Fire Prince’s hunger for her to be quite insatiable. There hadn’t been a single inch of her body that his lips and hands hadn’t touched. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that both she and Zuko were sex addicts with how much they went at it, though the fact that this whole arrangement had an expiration period likely contributed to that. She actually wondered if perhaps he had taken something while in the kitchens to allow him to keep going the way he was, but didn’t have the nerve to ask.
She also reaffirmed her earlier suspicion that he was determine to take her through as much of the Kama Sutra as he could remember, trying out several different positions with her, and discovering just how flexible she really was. Katara actually had no idea there were so many different sexual positions or ways to have sex. Not only did he know what he was doing, but he was very good at it. Never before had she felt like such a woman.
He wanted to make the most of his time with her as he could, he had said at one point, since they both knew that this wouldn’t be happening again. After this, they would go back to being enemies, and would never speak of this day. But until then, he made good on his promise of making the most of their time together, and in finding out how many ways he could make her scream, even bringing her to tears on more than one occasion as he made her a woman again and again.
Yes, Katara had done a great deal of screaming as they learned more and more about each other’s bodies. There had even been a point where she herself had instigated the sex. She hadn’t been able to help it, he had just looked far too tempting as he lay next to her, recovering. Unable to resist, she had begun by trailing kisses over his chest, making her way lower to take him in her mouth, aiding him in his recovery speed. She still couldn’t believe that she herself had taken the initiative in actively trying to make him hard again so he could keep fucking her, but she was. And once she’d had him good and ready, she had risen over him and taken him into her body, where they had continued to make the most of the limited time they had.
Knowing that their time was limited, they made the absolute most of it, with Zuko pleasuring her how he could during his brief recovery periods, and her doing her best to help him recover. They hadn’t done much talking outside of heated comments, and spent more time emitting sounds of pleasure. A few lewd and profane words had even slipped past her lips on occasion, shocking her that she could actually use such language. Zuko had even made her beg on more than one occasion, and at one point she found herself thinking that it was a good thing that he wasn’t actually interrogating her, because she might actually have ended up talking under such methods of “torture”.
As she had suspected, she had spent a great deal of time in the bed. Pretty much the entire day to be honest. They just couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other, their bodies seeming to just naturally gravitate towards each other, their hunger for each other growing. She’d stopped fighting it after their first post-shower coitus, seeing no point in trying to deny or hide the attraction between them. Just a few touches, just a few caresses, and she was up in flames, the two of them getting lost in each other once more.
“I think sometimes some people just physically click,” Zuko had stated at one point. “They share a unique, extra suitable synergy, and their bodies react to each other in a way that’s so natural and makes them so compatible that it’s practically instinctual. You and I seem to share that with each other, Katara. That’s why there’s such chemistry between us, and why our sex is so good.”
She supposed that made sense. And the sex was good. Incredibly good. Too good. Not that she had anything to compare it to, but something seemed to tell her that it wasn’t always like this between two people. And while his highly talented skills as a lover were indeed a major contributing factor, she also sensed that it was because it was exclusively because it was the two of them coming together.
“You know,” he had said to her during one of their resting and recovering periods, “we could have this every day. Give up on this foolish notion of what you think is saving the world and come back with me to the Fire Nation as my concubine.”
At first she had felt insulted at the thought that he would ever think she would willingly become what she considered to be his glorified, personal prostitute, especially if it meant betraying everything she stood for, but then she reminded herself that their cultures were different and that he likely didn’t view such a position as something demeaning. Her temper had cooled at that realization, and, truthfully, the delightful humming of her body had also helped. But as tempting as the offer had sounded, she would never accept such a position under any circumstances, even if they weren’t enemies.
“I don’t think so,” she’d replied as she looked up at him from where she rested on his chest. “You’re good, but you’re not that good.”
He’d simply raised an eyebrow at that, almost looking as if she had just issued him a challenge. “Is that right?” He’d then rolled them over so she was beneath him, her so-called challenge seemingly instantly renewing his desire. “Let’s see if I can change your mind about how good I am.”
And he’d damn near come close to doing that with the ferocity in which he’d loved her with after that, causing her to cry out endlessly and lose all sense of herself as she was lost amongst the passion they shared. And more than once, to her absolute astonishment, she found herself sincerely wishing that tonight would never come. Each time that thought flashed through her heads though, she would push it aside.
But as mind-blowing as the sex was between them, she knew it would never work out between them in the real world. What was between them was nothing more than lust, and they were both fully indulging in it while their time together lasted. Even the times it seemed as if he had worked her to the point of exhaustion and she felt she could no longer go on, he was able to awaken her body and reenergize her with just a few touches and words. No matter how tired she became, it seemed she just couldn’t help but to respond to him.
But, gods, she still couldn’t believe that she, Katara of the Water Tribe, was actually the lover of Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, even if it was only temporary. It was almost a shame that they were enemies and didn’t actually have any romantic feelings for each other. She could only hope that whoever became her husband in the future was even a fraction as good as Zuko. Likewise, she couldn’t help thinking that whoever became his wife in the future would be very lucky in the bedroom department.
It still felt so surreal though. All day long, they had spent hours rolling around on the bed together and making use of the rest of his room. It seemed that they only stopped for resting and recovering periods, occasionally taking a few short power naps here and there. Zuko had only left the room twice to bring them food, offering her a short reprieve from the near constant state of pleasure he seemed intent on keeping her in.
Like before, she had simply put the robe back on when he had fetched them lunch, though she quickly found herself seduced out of it as she tore at his own clothes once they finished their meal. Later, she hadn’t even bothered with the robe when he had left to get their dinner, her embarrassment at being seen in the nude by him all but gone by this point.
Whenever it would occur, she would push aside the guilt that gripped her over the fact that while her brother and Aang were locked up, she was here having sex with Zuko, being pleasured out of her mind. It was shameful, she knew that, but she chose to ignore such thoughts for the time being. Today was a timeout day from reality, a reality that she and Zuko would get back to once she fled with Aang and Sokka, and then she and Zuko would go back to being enemies. Until then though, this time was for the two of them, and they were fully indulging in it.
No, indulging seemed to be too mild a word. The hours had simply melted away as they got lost in each other’s arms, the sheets damp with their sweat as they rolled around on them. At one point, their passionate endeavors had been so intense that they had actually fallen out of the bed.
Without missing a beat though, they had continued on the floor like nothing happened until they had both reached orgasm. And once they had recovered and gotten to their feet, Zuko had taken her again standing up, eventually moving them against the wall and then into a chair, which they actually ended up breaking in their endeavors.
After that, he had taken her directly in front of the mirror, giving her one of her strongest orgasms thus far as she stared into the eyes of her reflection, standing palm to palm with it as he thrusted into her from behind whiling pulling on her hair before moving them back to the bed again, remaining buried inside her as he carried her, before finally allowing himself to find release again.
She also learned that Zuko had been right about his endurance. And the more they did it, the more control of himself he seemed to gain, and the longer he was able to last. And even then he would deny himself orgasm until he could no longer resist, just so he could keep going, often times taking a few moments to “reset” himself by changing their position until he finally reached the point of no return. And while she had lost track after she had decided to stop resisting, he must have made her cum at least ten times as much as he did. One time she had actually passed out for nearly an entire minute from the intensity of her orgasm, regaining consciousness at the feel of Zuko still pounding into her.
Quite frankly, he had spent more time inside her than out throughout the day. And, in truth, by the time the sun had set, she had forgotten what it felt like not to have him inside her. One time he didn’t even bother to pull out of her once they finished and had remained buried inside her until he had grown hard again a good ten minutes later, and then they had simply picked up where they had left off. And by the end of that particular session, Katara had found herself dragging her nails down his back hard enough to leave deep scratch marks that were just on the verge of bleeding while simultaneous biting so hard into his shoulder that she was surprised she hadn’t ended up drawing blood.
She hadn’t been sure why, but as she had examined her behavior after that during their recovery period, she had found that she had been overcome with the near desperate, animalistic, instinctual urge to mark him. It had almost seemed fitting, poetic even, particularly after the way he had permanently marked her by taking her maidenhead, stretching and reshaping her insides to fit him and him alone, molding her body to fit his. This strange thought process, however, had begun to feel like it was entering dangerous territory once more, and so she had immediately pushed aside such thoughts.
While she wasn’t one to use profanity, even she found the occasional swear words slipping past her lips in response to the things he did to her. She had even taken the dominate role on more than one occasion, even taking complete control of the sex. She still remembered the sexual thrill that came with the power of holding him down, keeping his arms pinned to the mattress as she vigorously rode him. She knew that he could have broken out of her hold if he wanted to, but he let her dominate him and take full control of the sex, enjoying it just as much as she did.
More often than not though, she preferred to allow him to take control, and she matched his passion with equal ferocity. But she also took great pleasure during the instances where he not only took control of their sex, but dominated her completely. There was just something oh so arousing about relinquishing all control and giving him command of her body, whether that be when he took complete control of the sex, kept her arms pinned above her head to prevent her from moving, made demands of when and how she touched herself or him, or even when she was allowed to orgasm or not, she relished in it all.
By the end of the day, he had spilled himself inside her so much that she was certain that her womb was filled to full capacity, her body seemingly sucking up his seed whenever he released it. She was actually shocked that he still had any fluid left in his body to release, and she had to remind herself to be sure that he gave her those contraceptive herbs he had mentioned, because there was no doubt in her mind that if there was even the slightest chance that she was ovulating that she would definitely end up pregnant with his child.
Katara learned a lot about herself sexually during these sessions, including having her boundaries pushed beyond what her naïve little mind had ever thought about sex. Out of the different positions they had tried though, she found that she enjoyed being on her back with him on top of her the most. She greatly enjoyed the feel of his weight on her, her arms and legs wrapped around him, which seemed to be his preference as well. She also discovered that out of the different paces, she favored being taken hard and fast, enjoying the rough, passionate session the most. Zuko also seemed to enjoy this kind of sex the most as well, which only seemed to contribute to their physical compatibility.
That wasn’t to say that they didn’t enjoy other paces as well. At one point, Zuko had once again been slow and gentle, taking his time to all but worshipping her body, allowing her to feel ever last minuscule detail. Though it hadn’t been the same level of intimacy as when he had taken her after their shower together, there was no doubt that this too had once again been Zuko making love to her. There was simply no other way to describe it, he had made slow, tender love to her as if they really were in a loving relationship together.
Even more damning, she had once again made love to him in return, even rolling them over so she was on top and slowly and deeply riding him. And just like the last time, though she hadn’t cum as hard as usually, it had been beautiful, almost loving, making her feel deeply emotional. And when he had spilled himself inside her at the same time she was shuddering in her own climax, she had actually been reduced to tears that he had tenderly kissed and wiped away as she collapsed on him. Like before, it was in this instance where she truly felt that they had ceased to be Zuko and Katara and had become one single being called Zutara.
While that hadn’t been the only time tears had escaped her, this time it had been due to how sensual and intimate it had been rather than because of the intensity of the pleasure, making her feel completely emotional. Never before had she felt so close to someone, and had it been with someone she actually loved, it would have been utterly perfect. In some way that she didn’t want to think about, it was almost as if she were getting a taste of something that could have been, and maybe even should have been under different circumstances.
The guilt had really hit her during that instance. It had crept up on her periodically throughout the day during their recovery periods, but she had been good at pushing it aside those times, usually by allowing herself to get distracted by her lover, for that was indeed what Zuko had become. She could deny it no longer, Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, her enemy, was her lover. At least for today.
But she knew that she couldn’t allow another repeat of such a session. She didn’t know what would happen if he made love to her a third time, and so she primarily kept their intimacies at hotter and heavier, passion-filled paces. The faster, rougher couplings were preferable anyway, not just because she enjoyed them more, but because they distracted her from the emotional impact that would pop up from receiving such pleasure from her enemy. It was simpler that way; she couldn’t risk possibly developing actual feelings for him or forming any kind of emotional bond. What they felt for each other was lust, and she couldn’t allow it to become anything more. There could be nothing between them other than sex, and even that shouldn’t have happened.
But it didn’t take slow and gentle paces off the table entirely. Slow paces were still allowed here and there, but she wouldn’t allow their sex to become love making anymore after that. In fact, they were going at a slower and gentler pace right now. She was currently sitting in his lap as he leaned against the headboard, her legs around his waist as she slowly moved on top of him. Her arms were around his neck and his were around her torso as they hugged each other, alternating between staring into each other’s eyes and exchanging kisses.
As her pleasure began to mount, she tore her mouth from his, releasing a long exhale as she began to move faster on top of him, her matted, sweat-damp hair bouncing against her back in strands in time with her movements, sticking to her shoulders and torso. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, she licked his face, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as she dragged her tongue from his lower jaw, up over the rough texture of his scar to his forehead where his own damp hair was matted to his head; she had long since stopped questioning her own actions, simply acting on her desires and what felt good. Doing this caused Zuko to release a growl as he shifted his hold on her and rose up.
He turned them over so he was on top, flopping her down onto her back as he covered her with his body. Reaching down, he seized one of her legs and pushed it upward so her knee was up near her chest. He held it there as he thrusted into her, causing her to jerk beneath him. His face hovered a few inches above her own, sweat dripping down onto her as Katara held him close, one hand on the back of his neck and the other between is shoulder blades. He increased their pace further, and Katara felt the approached of her… she had no idea what number orgasm it was for this session alone, let alone for the day, but her eyes slid shut as she panted and moaned.
He seemed to detect that she was getting close by the telltale signs her body gave off, for when her climax was almost upon her, she felt Zuko’s hand that wasn’t holding her leg cup her cheek. “Look at me, Katara, I want to see the pleasure in your eyes as you cum.”
Breathing heavily, she found her eyes opening and locked her gaze with his. This wasn’t the first time he had made this request of her, and she found it so much more intimate when she did, yet was unable to resist him. But it seemed as if that was his goal, almost as if he craved not just sex, but true intimacy with her. These were the instances that felt the most dangerous, like they were crossing that line of this becoming more than just sex, yet she found she could never deny him.
“Talk to me, Katara,” he told her, tracing his thumb over her lips and inserting the tip into her mouth. “Tell me how you feel.”
She sucked on the end of his thumb for a few moments before he removed it, and she took a moment to compose herself. “So… so full. You’re so hot… inside… So deep.” It wasn’t the first time he had made such a request like this either; he seemed to enjoy having her describe the feelings he brought to her body. “You feel… so good. So good inside me… I can… feel you moving… in and out… So… so… Ahh!”
She lost the ability to speak as he repeatedly filled her. Her cries grew louder as the knot in her stomach tightened, and then a long, continuous cry escaped her as the knot released. She struggled to keep her eyes open as her orgasm overtook her, her lids reflexively wanting to slide shut against the overwhelming pleasure, but she managed to keep them on his as she quivered beneath him.
Zuko had stopped thrusting as she enjoyed her climax, letting her ride it out. He didn’t cum, but he was often able to bring her to orgasm several times before he could no longer hold back his. Katara had stopped marveling at this feat some time ago and simply enjoyed it instead. And as she began to come down from her high, she pulled him in for a kiss, and he released her leg, allowing it to settle back down on the bed again.
Breaking the kiss, she continued to hold Zuko close to her, and he rubbed his face against hers, nuzzling into her neck. She felt him still hard and twitching inside her, and as she let her head fall to the side, she found her eyes rising up to the window. It was night now, the moon hanging high in the sky.
At this point, their sex marathon had to have been going on for about ten or twelve hours since she had officially given in to his seduction and stopped fighting her desires. Zuko had said that they wouldn’t be able to leave until tonight, and now that time had come. That meant that once he finished, this would be the last time. She almost felt… disappointed. A sure sign that she had enjoyed this far more than she should have.
As Zuko lifted himself up and looked down at her, he followed her gaze and seemed to pick up on her thoughts, causing a sigh to escape him. “It’s almost time for you to go.”
Turning her head to look up at him, she hooked her arms around his neck. “Then you better make this count.”
She couldn’t believe she had just said that, but then, she couldn’t believe a lot of the things that had come out of her mouth today, or last night for that matter. He didn’t respond though as he stared down at her, seemingly deep in contemplation. Katara wondered what he was thinking about, and she briefly wondered if he was going to ask her if she wanted to put off this escape for another day or two.
But as tempting and appealing as that sounded, that was not something that she could agree to. She may have given in to temptation during this period where she had been stuck here until tonight, but she at least had enough self-control to prioritize what was important. Even if she hadn’t given into his seduction, she wouldn’t have been able to leave this room until night had fallen. But now that she could, she knew she couldn’t stay any longer.
“Actually,” he finally said, “I was thinking–”
“If you’re about to suggest that I stay here longer, then the answer is no. This is the last time. I mean that, Zuko.”
He nodded, making no attempt to try to change her mind. “I know you do; that wasn’t what I was going to say. I was going to suggest that since this would be our last time if you wanted to try something different.”
Her eyebrows rose with curious interest. While she still found the things that they had done to be embarrassing, they had done so much that she didn’t really react to the embarrassment anymore. She had no idea what he intended for them to try next, but she trusted him. Maybe not as a person, he was still the enemy after all, but she trusted him with her body. She trusted that he would only ever bring her pleasure.
“Like what?” she asked curiously.
He didn’t answer, and instead just pulled out of her and began kissing his way down her body. He stopped when he got to her stomach though and turned her onto her side. Crawling up her body behind her, he reached around her, pressing his index finger to her lips before pushing it into her mouth. She sucked on it leisurely for several seconds before he pulled the now wet digit free, and then pulled his hand back behind her.
She felt his hand trail down her back until it reached her rear. She thought that he was going to penetrate her with his finger, but then, much to her shock, she felt him slip his hand between her ass-cheeks, and his index finger pressed against her small, puckering hole, making her jump in surprise.
“Zuko!” she exclaimed at the unexpected action.
“Yes?” he asked almost innocently.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
He raised an eyebrow, still keeping up the innocent act. “I thought you were interested in trying something different. It will be our last chance after all.”
This shocked her. When he had asked if she wanted to try something new, she had thought that he had meant another new position. She hadn’t considered anal play.
“But that… you…” she stammered, not sure what to say. “I didn’t think… You want that!?”
He chuckled. “What? You didn’t think that I’d want to try something like this with you? Ah, my sweet, innocent Waterbender. Of course I’d want to explore that with you.” He pushed his finger against her hole a little harder and began twisting it. “Aren’t you curious? After all the things we’ve done, don’t you want to see what kind of pleasure you can receive here?”
An unexpected thrill at something she had never considered before ran through her, but with it came some apprehension. “But… it’s…”
He gave her an inquisitive look. “It’s what, Katara? Dirty? Naughty? Forbidden?”
He applied a little more pressure with his finger, and she gasped out a “Yes!” in answer to his question. But this just made him chuckle again.
“You Water peasants and your reservations about sex,” he told her teasingly. “Don’t you realize how much you’re denying yourselves with such restrictions. The pleasures of the body are meant to be enjoyed, so you might as well enjoy them, otherwise the gods wouldn’t have gifted them to use in the first place. You actually do yourselves a disservice and show the gods unappreciation by refusing to take pleasure in what they gave us.”
“Or it teaches us self-control and how to resist temptation,” she argued back.
“No, Katara, self-control would be the resistance of overindulgence, not completely denying yourself.”
“And you wouldn’t call us doing what we did all day overindulgence?”
He chuckled. “No, I would call it making the most of a one-time opportunity; there’s a clear difference. In any case, I’m sure you won’t deny that there’s nothing wrong with a little overindulgence from time to time. But really, Katara, you shouldn’t be so reserved about such things. As long as no one is getting hurt and you respect yourself, what’s the harm in enjoying yourself in such a way?”
She didn’t have a comeback for that. He did make a very compelling argument; one she didn’t really have a response to. But then again, he was also making it hard to think straight. “But that’s… it’s…”
“Yes,” he said, as if he knew what she was going to say, “we’ve established that already. It’s naughty. It’s dirty. But correct me if I’m wrong, you’re already a very dirty girl, Katara, you have been all day.”
She blushed horribly and looked away, unable to deny the truth of his words. She was a dirty girl, she had behaved like one all day, and she certainly felt like one. She had been ignoring that feeling though in light of the pleasures that came along with it, hoping that she would be able to just wash the feeling away along with the rest of the evidence of the day’s activities. But now he was offering her something else, a new possible pleasure that would make her feel dirtier than ever.
As he continued to play with her forbidden hole, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Do you want to be a naughty girl, Katara? It would be almost poetic. We started out with me taking your virginity, and now we can end it with me taking it in another area.”
Her face burned. Why were his words so tempting? And if there was any doubt about what he wanted, they were gone. He wasn’t just talking about anal play, he actually wanted to take her forbidden zone. Emphasis on the forbidden part.
Out of all the sex acts they had performed, she never thought that she would do something like this. And while she had heard gossip of being taken in such an area from a couple women, she didn’t think it was something that she would ever do, not even with whoever became her husband. It not only sounded dirty, but painful as well. So how was Zuko able to make it sound so enticing?
“It’ll hurt,” she stated plainly, facing forward again.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered in her ear. “But just like when I took you for the first time, if I prepare you properly, the pleasure will greatly outweigh any pain.”
At that, she found herself thinking back to when he had taken her virginity. Yes, it had hurt, but the pleasure he had given her in return had outstripped it tenfold, a thousandfold, making it more than worth it. Would the same be true for this? Her body seemed to think so with the way it was reacting to him.
“I’ll make it good for you, Katara,” he promised. “I want to explore all of you. Let me have you here.”
“How?” she found herself asking.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “I’ll prepare you, but you have to work with me. The first thing you need to do is relax.”
That was easier said than done. Her body had seemed to grow tense when she felt his finger there, and she realized what he wanted. But she attempted to do so like he said, taking several deep breaths and allowing herself to relax. She could do nothing for the anticipation she felt though, and her heart continued to beat rapidly in her chest.
She felt Zuko nod against her. “Good, Katara. Now, I’m going to start to insert my finger, it’ll make it easier to take me later. Try and stay relaxed, and push back at me as I push in.”
Katara swallowed, trying to remain calm, and a few seconds later, she felt Zuko’s finger push against her small puckering hole. She took a few deep breaths, trying to relax, and pushed back at him. She felt his finger slip past her small ring of flesh and begin to work its way inside her tight passage.
He continued to insert more of his finger into her, and eventually reached all the way up to his knuckle. Katara felt shivers run through her at the feel of it. It didn’t hurt, but if felt a little strange, and kind of… nice.
“You’re doing well, Katara,” he told her. “Now, just relax and enjoy.”
She nodded as she continued to take long, slow breaths through her nose. Several long seconds passed, and then she felt Zuko start to move his finger. Small, slow movements, moving in and out of her, twisting and turning, and then, eventually, curling it and stroking inside her.
A whimper escaped Katara as she felt his finger work at her. It still felt strange, foreign, but she also found herself starting to enjoy it. It was stimulating, stirring up her excitement once more. And the forbidden naughtiness of the act gave it a feeling of taboo, which only heightened her arousal.
As his finger moved inside her, his other hand moved to her front and found her clit. Katara’s back arched as he touched her there, increasing her excitement further as he stimulated her in two different areas. She grew more aroused under his touch as he loosened up her forbidden hole, and she began squirming against him.
She didn’t know how long he teased and prepared her this way, but she eventually heard him whisper in her ear, “Are you ready for me, Katara?”
At this point, she was so aroused that she would let him do almost anything to her. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded again, feeling her stomach flip in anticipation at the consent she had just granted him.
It seemed he decided to tease her further though, as she felt his teeth lightly bite down on her earlobe. “I can’t hear you, Katara. Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
His dirty talk sent another wave of arousal through her as she struggled to find her voice. “Yes! Yes, I want it, damn you!”
Releasing her earlobe, he nuzzled into her neck as he continued to move his fingers in and out of both her holes. “What do you want, Katara? You have to tell me or I won’t know. Do you want it?”
She twisted the sheets in frustration. That was a lie, he was a pro by now at reading her body. He knew what she wanted, but was he really going to make her say it? But of course he was, she had found that he loved making her voice her desires, damn him. She hated him for that. Yet at the same time, she found it so very arousing. And she hated him all the more for that. Was it really possible to both hate something and want something so much at the same time? And did she really need to ask that question?
“I want it…” she reluctantly admitted. “I want you… There… Down there…”
“Down where, Katara? Where do you want me?”
Going red, she turned her burning face into the mattress. “In my… In my…” she stammered, still unable to bring herself to say it. But then she felt him curl his finger inside her rectum while simultaneously giving her clit a light squeeze, and she cried out, “My ass! I want you in my ass!”
Releasing the sheets with one hand, she covered her mouth. Out of all the lewd things she had said today, which had included some particularly colorful language she never used or thought she would ever say, this had been the most shocking thing to escape her mouth. But it seemed to be what Zuko wanted to hear as he chuckled in her ear.
“Such a mouth on you, my little Waterbender,” he teased. “And so impatient. I guess I better hurry and give you what you want.”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “It’s what you want.”
“You want it too, Katara. You made that very clear just a moment ago. Not to mention we’ve established that your body speaks far more honestly than you do.”
She let out a light growl, irritated because it was true. She still didn’t know how he made her want something she never thought that she would want, but damn it, he did. She was still nervous though, almost feeling like a virgin all over again as he pulled his fingers from her and took hold of her waist, coaxing her to roll onto her stomach, which she did.
Rising up behind her, Zuko lifted her rear up so she was on her knees with her face against the mattress. Crouching down behind her, he mounted her and took hold of himself. A moan escaped her as he sank into her wetness, thrusting into her a few times before pulling out, leaving his length coated in her juices. He then lined himself up with her smaller hole, running the head of his cock along her crack.
“Spread yourself for me,” he told her.
Wetting her lips, Katara swallowed nervously before reaching back with slightly trembling hands. They were shaking, not just from nervousness, she knew, but also with excitement and anticipation. She took hold of her cheeks and pulled them apart, spreading herself wide for him as she buried her face into the mattress. A frightened whimper escaped her as she felt the smoothness of his head press against her much smaller entrance.
“Relax, Katara,” he told her again as he soothingly stroked her hip. “Remember what I said during our first time, it will be easier if you’re not so tense. Just focus on the pleasure to come.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mumbled into the sheets, “it doesn’t hurt for you.”
At that, she felt him shift closer as he reached around her and one of his hands slid over her pubic mound. “Let’s see if I can help with that.”
He began stroking his finger along her labia. Katara mumbled in response as she focused on his touch while continuing to hold herself open for him. Spirits, his fingers were magic, so different from her own, so much better. And as she enjoyed his fingers, she felt the head of his cock push against her puckering hole, and he began working his way inside. She let out another whimper, burying her face in the mattress as she tried to relax her body while continuing to hold herself open.
Her wetness coating his cock made the insertion easier, acting as a kind of lubricant, which she assumed had been why he had briefly entered her, but his invasion was still difficult as she felt her small, tight rig stretch for him. And when he finally managed to fully insert his head, she bit down on the sheets.
“The head is in,” he unnecessarily informed her, his voice strained. “I’m going to push the rest of the way in. I’ll go slow. Remember, try to stay relaxed and push back at me.”
She wondered if he would be able to relax if he were having someone shove something up him there. She did her best though as he began slowly, very slowly, pushing more and more into her rectum. It hurt, just like she knew it would, as she felt her tight tunnel stretch to accommodate him, but he continued stroking her and rubbing her slit all the while, giving her a strange mix of pleasure and pain. Then the hand he had been holding himself with left his member and came around to grab her breast, massaging it as well.
More and more he went, and she bit down harder on the sheets. She kept breathing though, squeezing her eyes shut as inch by inch he filled her. And just when she thought he was going to go on forever, she finally felt his hips press against her rear, and heard him release a deep breath of air.
“I’m in,” he said, sounding breathless. “All the way in. You did it, Katara.”
She could feel that for herself, and she couldn’t believe it. He was in her ass. She actually had a cock in her ass. Zuko’s cock. On a list of the top ten things that she never would have thought would happen to her, this definitely would have been on it. And what was most shocking of all was that she had agreed to this.
It still hurt, the feel of his invasion providing a burning, stretching feeling. He kept working at her clit though, distracting her from the pain. She felt him dip his fingers inside her, and was shocked to find that she could actually feel his fingers rubbing his own cock through her inner walls separating them.
Though she could tell it was hard for him, he kept still to allow her to adjust. And just as it had when he had broken through her maidenhead, she eventually felt the pain begin to dissipate. It left her with an awkward feeling of discomfort, though not entirely unpleasant, aside from the lingering burning sensation of being stretched so thoroughly, but his fingers rubbing her clit and inner walls were making up for that and giving her something else to focus on.
For minutes they stayed like that, Zuko mounting over her, his cock in her ass, his hands on her breast and nether region. He nuzzled and kissed between her shoulder blades, but eventually groaned in her ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight here. Is it ok if I start moving?”
The pain had all but faded away by this point, leaving only the discomfort and, dare she say it, somewhat pleasant feeling of him filling her there. Which suddenly reminded her that he still hadn’t cum yet since her last orgasm, and he had been trying to keep himself in check all this time so she could get used to this new invasion. That couldn’t have been easy on him, but he was still putting her first.
Keeping the sheets clenched between her teeth, she nodded in answer to his question. She heard him inhale before releasing his hold on her breast and taking hold of her hip for leverage. His other hand continued to rub along her folds as he began pulling his hips back. He didn’t go that far before pushing in again, and a muffled groan escaped her. There was still discomfort and tenderness from being stretched, but not so much as what she would call pain. And any other unpleasantness she was distracted from by his fingers.
It was slow going, but as the minutes ticked by, they made more progress. Zuko’s strokes gradually became longer and faster, and the discomfort faded further. And as his cock moved in and out of forbidden territory, it began to feel, she was ashamed to admit it, rather pleasant. The feel of his hot, hardness moving through her, stimulating her nerves in new ways, it had her feeling more and more aroused as her enjoyment increased.
The sheets eventually fell from her mouth as she began panting, her groans shifting more to moans. Her hands released her rear and grabbed at the very sheets that had just dropped from her mouth as she began twisting them in her grip. She remained on her knees, bent over with her ass in the air as Zuko continued to loosen her up more. The discomfort faded further from notice in light of the growing pleasure, and small moans began to escape her every so often. She could hear Zuko grunting and groaning behind her. Each of his strokes were taking a lot more effort than normal, and it was clear that he was enjoying taking her forbidden area.
“Spirits, you feel amazing,” he grunted out, his voice greatly strained. “It’s so damn tight. When I was in you before, I could feel each and every ridge on your walls. In here though, you’re so smooth.”
Her face burned crimson. It was always so embarrassing when he described how good she felt, but she found it incredibly arousing all the same. She too had made small, off-handed comments of how good he felt as well, but not as often, and never in such detail; most of what she had said had been incoherent babble or crying out to the gods or spirits, occasionally letting his name fall from her lips. Primarily though, it was mostly moans and other sounds of pleasure that had escaped her, much like the ones she was emitting now.
While having him in her ass had been unpleasant at first, as the pain and discomfort faded and she got more used to his invasion, her enjoyment of it increased. And several minutes later, Zuko had her panting and moaning as he now moved smoothly in and out of her, making her come to the startling revelation that she actually enjoyed being taken there. It was a shock to be sure. While he had aroused her enough and tempted her enough to allow him to try this with her, she didn’t actually think that she would enjoy it. So it was a rather pleasant surprise to discover just how good it felt once the unpleasant part had passed.
Zuko seemed to realize that she had gotten into it. Placing one final kiss to her back, he rose up behind her, removing his fingers from her folds. He went from crouching over her to keeling behind her as he gripped her rear and began thrusting into her more rapidly. His thrusts still clearly took more effort on his part, but it seemed that he had opened her up enough to be able to smoothly move in and out of her.
Gripping her rear, he spread her cheeks and Katara mewled as his pace increased. She was now being pleasured solely by having him in her ass, but it was enough, and she was soon reduced to a whimpering mess. It was intense, powerful, and Zuko’s thrusts seemed to be becoming harder. She clawed at the sheets, her legs shuffling forward as Zuko pounded into her, almost as if she were trying to crawl away. The combination of movement caused her to slowly shift across the bed until she reached the edge of it, and she gripped its sides, holding on as if for dear life, and hung her chin over the side.
“Gods, how is this so…?” she muttered softly.
She had been talking out loud to herself, but Zuko obviously heard her and let out a strained snicker. “I told you you’d enjoy this.”
“Sh-Shut up,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.
He chuckled again. “Here, lay down.”
He mounted her once more and put his weight down on her, allowing her to stretch her legs out so she could lay flat on her stomach. He remained inside her as he adjusted his stance, her fleshy ring gripping his length tightly, and he sat down on her legs. He then spread her ass-cheeks and resumed pounding into her at an even faster pace. He began grunting repeatedly as he rocked against her, and Katara was releasing her own series of groans as his thrusts rocked her whole body.
“Zuko-o-o-o-o-o,” she mumbled, her voice shaking from her body’s jerking motions.
“Take it, Katara,” he growled out. “This is our last time together, so enjoy it to the fullest.”
She was enjoying it, as aghast as she was to admit it. Far more than she thought she would. And it did indeed make her feel dirty and naughty. It felt as if Zuko had now invaded every part of her being, cleared out her insides and filled her with pure, raw pleasure. If she thought she couldn’t let anyone find out about her sleeping with Zuko in general, she definitely couldn’t let anyone find out about this. And she especially couldn’t let anyone find out how much she was enjoying it.
Over time though, the weight of Zuko sitting on her legs started to make them lose their feeling. He’d caused her legs to go numb before, but that was for an entirely different reason. “Z-Zuko, I ca-an’t feel my l-leg-ges,” she stammered.
He paused in his thrusting, and a moment later seemed to realize the problem. “Sorry about that. Let’s see if this helps.”
Releasing her rear, she felt him move to lay on top of her. None of these positions were new, but never with him being in her ass before. He nuzzled into her neck as he blanketed her with his body, making sure not to rest his whole weight on her. She shifted beneath him, lifting herself up on her arms, and she felt his hands cup her breasts.
“Better?” he asked in her ear.
She nodded as the feeling began returning to her legs, and a few moments later, he began moving again. He didn’t pull out and push in like before though, and instead merely rocked against her while remaining buried deep. His movements reminded her of the waves on the beach, and she recalled him saying something along those lines when he had guided her in how to ride him. Gods, that seemed like so long ago.
She let herself drop back down, and he went down with her. His hands moved out from beneath her chest, one of them covering one of hers as she gripped the side of the bed as his other arm circled around her neck, and she rested her chin on it as she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Hisses escaped her as he grunted in her ear in time with his thrusts.
As she took what he delivered, she attempted to participate however she could and began squeezing her sphincter, unable to believe how good it felt to have him in her ass. This caused Zuko to release a loud groan in her ear, and he began rocking against her even harder, causing her to cry out. And as he proceeded to pound into her, she felt the approach of an orgasm. She couldn’t believe it, she was actually going to cum from a cock in her ass.
Her inner walls clenched around nothing, and she whimpered at the lack of stimulation in that area, even as she received it elsewhere. It only made her need for climax border on desperation. And with the knowledge that she would be cumming soon came with the realization that when he finally spilled himself, he would be doing so in her ass. The thought caused another whimper to escape her.
She began clenching and unclenching her hands on the edge of the bed as she unintentionally began pulling herself forward. Zuko’s arm came off her neck and he gripped her shoulders as her back arched and she continued to pull herself forward. She went too far though and began to slide forward off the bed, but Zuko’s weight on her held her down, preventing her from completely falling off as he continued thrusting into her. She reached forward as she slid further off the bed, her hands finding place on the floor.
Her upper body now hung off the side of the bed as she braced herself on the floor, using it as leverage to push back at him in time with his thrusts. Zuko wrapped an arm around her center, holding her to him as he aggressively pounded into her now. Katara was practically wailing uncontrollably, and he too had become quite vocal. Not knowing why, she continued to drag herself forward, smacking her palm against the floor, and Zuko almost toppled out of the bed as well, one of his hands coming down on the floor to hold himself up.
She couldn’t take it anymore and cried out her pleasure as her orgasm hit, her body going limp except for her hands, which she proceeded to slap on the floor. Then she heard Zuko let out a yell that almost sounded like a roar and felt him release his seed directly into her rectal cavity. A whimpering sound fell from her lips as her orgasm rose to even greater heights as she felt the rush of liquid heat fill her tight channel.
And then it was over. She felt the last few spurts of Zuko’s cock, still astonished that he had anything at all left to release with the number of times he had spilled himself inside her throughout the day, and the two of them went limp. Zuko’s body went slack on top of hers and he collapsed on her, seemingly completely spent. Katara hardly noticed, feeling utterly spent herself.
She knew they must look a sight. Her lying more out of the bed than on it, her face resting on the floor with her disheveled curtain of hair covering her head and arms. Zuko lying halfway out of the bed on top of her, panting against her shoulder blades. She didn’t even have the energy left to lift her head to confirm their appearance in the mirror, but knew that they would look like a sweaty, hot mess.
Zuko seemed to recover before she did. After several minutes of lying there with the blood rushing to her head, but still not having the strength to move, he began to lift himself off her. He kept his arm wrapped around her middle though and did her the courtesy of hoisting her back up onto the bed before they both collapsed on their sides. There they became immobile again, still joined, their legs intertwined, and she leisurely began caressing his thighs with her ankles, listening to him breath in her ear.
She was exhausted, completely so. Not just from a long day of vigorous activities that had gone on since early morning and into the middle of the night, but from the amount of pleasure her body had received and the number of orgasms she’d had. In fact, she didn’t think she had ever been this tired before in her life. Sleep tugged at her eyelids, but she knew that she couldn’t let herself drift off.
Zuko had said that they couldn’t leave until nightfall, and it was now well into the night. Truthfully, she probably should have left hours ago, but had gotten caught up in… things she shouldn’t have. But no more, enough was enough. It was time for the Fire Prince to make good on his end if the deal.
“It’s time to go, isn’t it?” she asked, though it wasn’t really phrased as a question.
She felt him stir behind her, as if he were checking out the window to see that it was indeed night, which she knew he clearly knew it was; though he may have been trying to determine just how late into the night it was.
A few moments later, she heard him sigh. “Yes, I suppose it is. Just give me a minute to clean up real quick, then I’ll get you and your friends out of here.”
He extracted himself from her, and she felt his softened member pull free of her hole with a small pop. He sighed again before maneuvering around her and getting out of bed. Katara had let her eyes drift shut, resting them for a short while, though she would have to be very careful not to let herself fall asleep. Even if she did though, she trusted that Zuko would remain true to his word enough to wake her up when the time came.
“Katara.”
She cracked open her eyes, looking up at Zuko as she stood over her. She pushed herself to sit up, giving him a questioning look. He reached out and cupped her cheek, then leaned in and kissed her long and hard. When he broke the kiss a few seconds later, he stroked her cheek and gave her a smile.
“Thanks for an amazing time, Katara,” he told her. “That was one hell of a day.”
With that, he left her side, heading for the bathroom. As he walked away, Katara admired the view, drinking in the image of his naked backside, knowing it would be the last time she got to see it. And when he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, she flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
It was over. The most passion-filled and erotic period of her life thus far, and probably for the rest of her life as well, if she was honest with herself, was over. It was an unexpected and unforgettable experience that she would secretly carry around with her forever. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such a world of pleasure existed.
Zuko had indeed said it perfectly; today had been one hell of a day.

(A/N: Well, it looks like Zuko and Katara's time together is up. There was certainly a lot of steamy action between them, and they even ended on a bit of an unexpected bang. But the sun has set and the moon is high, so now it's time for them to go. Oh, but we're not finished yet, we still have one more chapter yet, and you won't want to miss it. Their time together may be over, but this story isn't, not quite yet, which means there might be a little more steamy entertainment waiting in the next chapter. Until then, you're just going to have to wait and see.)
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