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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 110
Katara closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. In the Water Tribes oral sex was performed as part of the marriage proposal to show you accepted a person and all of their shortcomings. It was done on the wedding night to finalize the bodies’ transformation from its animal stage, in which it felt lust, to its higher purpose of sharing love. It was done between husbands and wives as a way to share themselves and please the other without the risk of pregnancy. It spoke of their desire to share children and was a promise that when the timing was better they would bring a child into the world.
Zuko had taken her virginity and her ability to bear children. In her darker moments, when she forgot about Sokka and Aang and thought only of herself and what had been done to her; his claim of wanting to be her husband sustained her. It bolstered her self-preservation instincts and gave her hope for the future. It allowed her to reason that if Zuko wanted her and wished to spend his life with her then there would be others who felt the same way. Zuko was a man and no man had ever lived without another coveting his possession. If her Dad wanted Bato’s worn down barely held together snowshoes then surely someone would want her.
She could not allow the pain he had caused her and shame she felt to cause her to give into the urge to end it all. She had to be strong until she found that person. She could use Zuko and pretend he was that man until she found him. She could use him and allow his words to make her feel, pure, deserving, and treasured even though she had been sullied.
This was not that type of moment. This was a different type of shame and weakness.
His tongue felt good between her legs. She was supposed to kiss boys. She was supposed to touch and be touched through clothing. Once she found the boy she was serious about she was supposed to give handjobs and get fingered. She was only supposed to be licked by the man she would marry. Only cracked turtleseals gave into the call of the koalaotter and allowed their defenses to be shattered by a cunning trickster eager to get at the treasure they were supposed to protect.
“Katara please, can I prove how much I want to be your true husband?”
She nodded without opening her eyes and looking at him. Seeing his face would force her away from her delusion. If she saw him she couldn’t pretend that she was pure or that this was an act of love from a good man who thought her to be worthy of marriage.
Zuko lowered his head once more and began kissing and licking her. At first he had only done it as a way to apologize to her but now he did it because she liked it. It eased his conscience greatly to know he could satisfy her. He felt like a real man knowing that he was capable of giving and not just taking pleasure from her. He licked faster knowing the wetness between her legs was because he was making her phoenix happy enough to sweat. Each moan, whimper, and sigh communicated the joy she was experiencing - the joy he was giving her.
It encouraged him to do better each time Katara made the opening notes to the song of the phoenix.
He slid his fingers inside her and began searching for its heart. If he could make it combust, the true song of the phoenix would come from Katara’s mouth and he would know he had truly pleased her. The times she sang for him gave Zuko a tremendous sense of accomplishment for having satisfied her. Each time she accept his small gifts of affection also gave him an immense feeling of hope that one day she would fully accept him and all the love offered to her.
His heart ached knowing he cared for so much for her but she only held anger and tolerance for him.
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Katara’s eyes closed as Zuko’s tongue slithered over her koalaotter before diving inside it. She clutched his hair and whimpered when his lips found its nose. She got louder when his tongue flickered over its tip while his lips massaged her. She curled her spine and rolled her hips forward to allow his fingers to reach deeper inside her. She moved against his mouth and moaned while pretending Zuko was someone else. His tongue and his words belonged to someone else; that there was a man in this world who wished to marry her and be her true husband.
“La, oh, La,” Katara called loudly when the first wave of pleasure shook her. Her fist balled in Zuko’s hair and she screamed again and again as Zuko’s tongue brought several smaller tsunamis. She pushed him away and attempted to scoot back when she was unable to take anymore but he followed her. Her calls to the patron of her element continued as she came again and again. “La, La, La…please, Laaaaa, enough…ohhh Laaaaa!”
Satisfied Katara had sung enough verses of the phoenix’s song Zuko relented. He sucked her juices from his lips, wiped his chin with his hand then licked it; savoring every drop of what was becoming his favorite flavor. He peered at Katara. Her whole body heaved as she tried to regain her breath and her thighs still trembled as they had done when they were clamped about his ears.
Zuko smiled mischievously and kissed her phoenix once more. She became more sensitive after each combustion and he knew just one tiny brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue would be enough to push her over the edge once more.
This time Katara was coherent enough to recognize the name she had screamed. La was not just the spirit of the ocean. He was the spirit of purification and redemption. His name was the one to be called when one sought forgiveness. Katara closed her eyes and struggled to ease her guilty conscience while catching her breath. Her koalaotter had crested several waves but had not made the final journey. This act and this boy could only give her tsunamis; it was okay for her koalaotter to ride them.
Zuko could not call forth the true tempest needed to propel them to the horizon. She was not his harbor and he was not her ship. She was going to kill him. No one would know she had fallen so low as to accept tsunamis from him. No one would know she liked his mouth and hands between her legs. It would be her secret; it was okay for her to enjoy this.
Katara’s eyes opened slowly and she caught a glimpse of her reflection on his belt buckle. It seemed to shake its head sadly and speak to her, “I’ll know. I’ll know everything you’ve done with Zuko.”
Zuko licked his lips one final time and slowly kissed his way up Katara’s body. He sucked her breasts and neck slowly making his way to her lips. He kissed her deeply and pulled her from the sofa into his lap. He guided her hips forward so they were sitting hardness to slickness. This time she did not protest when he began slide his dragon against the wings of her phoenix. Instead she trembled and pulled her lips away from his. Her lower lips quivered and her eyes were starting to water as if she were asking a question and afraid to hear the answer.
Zuko hated when she looked at him like that; as if she were scared of him. His voice was quiet but his concern could be heard when he spoke, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She looked from his eyes down to where his dragon lay next to her phoenix and bit her lips. Her voice cracked slightly, “Don’t. Zuko please don’t.”
He saw the terror in her eyes and realized what she was thinking. She had allowed him to touch and taste her but she didn’t did not want to be truly intimate. He smiled sadly at her rejection and shook his head, “No Love, I won’t I promise. I only want to be near you.”
Zuko put his hands on the floor behind him and leaned back. He kept his eyes on Katara as he began slowly rolling his pelvis, “Just this love, just this. I only want to be close to you. Is it okay to walrus and iceberg like this? So we can feel each other?”
Katara watched him for signs of trickery as his whalerib slid against her koalaotter. After several moments and no penetration Katara began to relax. She tightened her knees against his hips and slowly began to rock against him. The place between her legs was starting to feel a tickle. She smiled; her koalaotter wanted to surf a tsunami on his whale rib this time. It was not the first time it had done so but Zuko’s felt better than Jet’s or Haru’s.
This particular walrus had a whalerib was truly worthy of the name. Zuko’s combined Haru’s length with the Jet’s thickness allowing it to tickle her koalaotter’s nose and belly at the same time. It was the perfect size to slide against her opening. She leaned down pressed her lips against his. She pulled away and gasped harshly, as her body’s need for oxygen overcame her need to feed Zuko her tongue. She panted, practically purring as she attempted to moan and catch her breath with each movement.
Zuko took the opportunity to suck her left breast. Her fingernails grazed his scalp as she yanked him forward and pushed more of her breast into his mouth. She sucked and nipped his forehead and scarred temple in between sighs and whimpers. Zuko’s hands slid up her legs and rested on her hips. He used them as grips to guide her against him as his lips and tongue attacked her nipple.
Katara rolled her hips forwards to feel more of him. She latched onto his shoulders to stabilize her movements. She called his name when he began to suck, “Ah…Zuko.”
This was fine, kissing and touching was fine. This was perfect Katara thought as she ground hard against Zuko’s penis. They could feel good and she wouldn’t be speared. She whimpered his name and pushed her koalaotter against his whale rib as his teeth closed over the sensitive nub and gently tugged on it, “Nnn…Zu…ah..ko.”
The fingers that had been in his hair clamped shut dragging Zuko’s mouth away from her breast as her body tightened. He could feel the wings of her phoenix beating rapidly against his dragon as she came against him, “Katara you feel so good, so unbelievably good.”
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Zuko closed his eyes and tried to remember Katara’s expression from earlier, the look of pure terror, not the one of wanton bliss she was currently showing him. As much as he liked to hear her moans and know he was bringing pleasure to her it was becoming too much temptation for his dragon. Each movement against that slippery wet opening without going inside gave strength to the beast screaming at him to push inside of her. The feel of Katara moving against him, the sounds she was making, hearing her moan his name was fraying at the weak points in his morals. The call of her body and his dragon were becoming far too loud to ignore.
“Zuuuko,” Katara whined while pressing down against him and gyrating. She tossed back her head and dug her nails into his skin as another tsunami came closer.
This time Zuko lifted her and rolled his hips back as she rolled her hips forward so he was no longer sliding against his dragon’s torso; she was sliding against its snout. He could feel her wet walls gliding against its tip, “Oh, sweet Agni, you feel good.”
“Katara you feel so good,” Zuko moaned as moved forward and up as she moved backwards. Her wings continued to flutter as they enveloped the top half of his dragon. He lifted her again to get a better angle then let his hands slide up her back to grip her shoulders and hold her in place as he slid the rest of the way inside her. Katara was meant to be treasured; holding her above him felt so much better than pinning her beneath him.
It felt so right to have his precious Katara in the precious wife position, “So good my love.”
It took Katara a moment to realize what Zuko had done, what he was doing. What she was doing. She was on top of Zuko. His penis was inside of her; she was wet and still moving. He was raping her and she was allowing him to. It was no longer rape; they were fucking. She was fucking Zuko.
Katara panicked. Her body should not have maintained its wetness when he pushed his penis inside her. The moment his penis attempted to breach her the liquid inside her should have dried. Lust juices were not meant to be used to facilitate sexual intercourse. Lust juices were made to soften wraps so they slid against skin while touching. Lust juices were formed as a way for fingers to make way for true joining with a husband. Only whores and women of no morals had bodies that allowed lust juices to ease the passage of a penis. “No stop! Take it out of me!”

Another climax was starting to build when Zuko had forced his way into her body. She could still feel the slow build up of tension getting stronger as he moved inside her. Only women who were spiritually bereft or lacking in some manner enjoyed giving their bodies to man outside the sacred bond of marriage. She had heard countless times that those women were the worst type of whores; they were animals. They lost their humanity and allowed the animal nature of the koalaotter to take over their soul. “Take it out! Stop Zuko! Take it out!”
Katara brought her fist down hard against his shoulders and headbutted him. “Zuko stop! Take it out of me! Take it out of me right now!”
Katara’s mind raced as she struggled to get away. Lust juices were a precursor to the Tui formed the night a woman gave herself to her husband. Once a mate had been chosen desire turned to love and the lust juice began to transform. During the wedding ceremony the female body was consecrated into a harbor and the fluids it produced became sacred La, the means for a woman to fully join with her husband and bear his children. The male body was consecrated into a ship, the only one which would sail her harbor. Together they would share Tui and La’s union; cresting the tsunami and riding out the tempest until they reached the horizon. Once there the ship would unload its precious cargo and fill the harbor with life giving Tui.
There was beauty in Tui and La’s union; there was no beauty in what Zuko did to her. She would not allow him to make her into a whore. Her fist slammed against the side of his head, “Take it out!”
“Katara, wait, stop, what are you doing?” Zuko screamed as she kneed him in the stomach and used the sofa edge for leverage to lift herself off of him.
He grabbed her hands and pushed forward using the same sofa she’d used to gain freedom to pin her into place. He held her hands as he moved against her, “Don’t fight me, Katara. Please my love, please don’t fight. I don’t want you to be hurt.”

It frustrated Zuko to no end that Katara would not yield on the matter of consent and become his true concubine. He hated that an act that was supposed to be a matter of mutual affection remained a bitter battle of will and he always ended up hurting her so he begged, “Please don’t fight. Allow me to make love to you. Please Katara let me love you. I want to make it good for both of us.”

“Katara please stop fighting. I don’t want to hurt you. Please let me make us feel good,” Zuko continued hoping that today would be different. Normally his heartfelt pleas that she accept their union and allow him to fully join with her normally brought out her most violent struggles.
Katara lifted her leg and brought her foot down hard against his calf. He used the sofa to pin her hands behind her back; Katara screamed. It felt as if her shoulders would pop out of their joints. Zuko grabbed her legs and hooked them over his forearms before grabbing her hands once more. He leaned forward using his weight to hold her and swore.
This new position completely opened her cavern. He could feel her twitching all around his dragon. He forgot about trying to calm her and buried himself deeper inside her. He tried to be gentle by not thrusting and only rocking with her motions but the feel of her tight slick phoenix made him forget his good intentions. Zuko began pushing harder and faster. He eased her lower half away from the sofa and started letting go of her, giving her enough leeway to lift herself off his penis before yanking her back down. Katara used his arms as leverage to try and wiggle away from him each time he loosened his hold. But he was bigger and stronger and slammed her down against him each time she got close to forcing him out.
The pattern repeated itself several times before she understood that he was grunting, “I love the way you’re moving. Agni Katara this feels so damn good.”
Katara stilled as she realized why he had been letting her go and pulling her back to him. He liked it. He liked what she was doing. She forced herself to stop struggling and fought against her instincts to push him away. She bit her lips and concentrated on the pain as she went completely still.
It felt worse because Zuko kept going.
She felt as the thing he’d pushed inside her slithered back and forth. She felt his chest rubbing against her nipples. She heard each of the quieter noises he made while kissing her neck. She felt his warm breath against her skin, the heat from his body against hers. She felt the liquid inside her body. He had not ejaculated or oiled her but there was liquid inside her body and it was allowing his penis to slide unhindered.
It was lust juice. She could feel her body making it. She could feel his whale rib starting to once again tickle her koalaotter. She could not just sit there and allow him to get it over with. She could not allow Zuko to fuck her. She had to fight. She could not submit to Zuko. She could not allow herself to become his whore.
Even knowing that she had stopped in defiance, disobeying his pleas to keep moving was so much worse than fighting because it meant she was allowing him to use her. She was being a docile accomplice in the theft of her body. She was giving herself to him. She could not give what was meant only for her husband to him. She could not ruin herself for him.
“Don’t stop. Please Katara, move for me,” Zuko begged as he continued to thrusting. “Flutter your phoenix for my dragon.”

Katara snapped her head forward and headbutted him so hard she saw stars. Zuko paused momentarily and she was able to free one of her hands and swung it forward towards his face. After seeing him sparring with Mu and the much larger Zhao twins she understood why her punches had little effect so she clawed. Her short nails caught him at the hairline and she dragged her fingers inward toward his eye. She felt dampness when he pulled back and grabbed her left hand.
“Katara stop fighting!” Zuko screamed using his weight to subdue her once more. He was in pain and desperate to regain control so he pushed forward harder than he meant to. Katara stopped clawing at him and screamed as he slammed forward. Their bodies were no longer perfectly aligned. It had hurt when he pushed into her and he had felt Katara tearing. Zuko gasped and looked down expecting to see blood.
Her face had scrunched up and tears were streaming from her eyes. He had made her cry so many times he knew these were not tears of anger. These were tears of pain.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He had only meant to- Zuko groaned. He didn’t know what he was trying to do; only that he hadn’t meant to hurt her. Zuko looked down to apologize, “Katara…I…”
Zuko lowered his head in shame and noticed her breast jiggled each time she gasped for breath. Each heaving gasp and sob made her phoenix squeeze his dragon. He hissed from the new sensation “Angi Katara! Stop. I’ll take it out.”
“I’ll take it out just be still and let me calm down,” Zuko grabbed her shoulders intending to hold her still so her body would cease its movements but she struggled to get away from him. He tried to concentrate on her tears but and ignore the wonderful feelings coming from his crotch but she was still slick and tight around him. The roar of his dragon became harder to ignore now that she was moving again.
“Katara, what are you trying to do to me?” Zuko wailed as he tried to control his hormones and stave off the urge to thrust.
Katara covered her hands with her face so he wouldn’t see her crying. It hurt; it hurt so very badly knowing his penis had been slithering in juices made by her own body. It hurt to feel her insides tearing, but the pain was good. The pain was so very good. It was much better than what she felt when he pushed it inside of her.
Seeing Katara’s tears dripping from beneath her hands and hearing the sobs catch in her throat cleared away enough of Zuko’s lust for him to remember he was hurting her. He stilled and inhaled deeply hoping to regain control of the beast between his legs. Katara was hurting but her phoenix still felt so very good. The woman he loved was in pain but his dragon was enjoying the way she moved. He was enjoying the way she moved. Zuko looked down at the point of their joining and was relieved to see there still was no blood.

Katara attempted to lift herself off of him again but felt her damaged flesh burning with the increased friction. She jerked and fell back down against him. Zuko grabbed her again and asked her to be still. Katara leaned forward and let her head drop against his shoulder as he held her. Each time either one of them moved it worsened. It hurt so bad she could no longer maintain her silence, “Hurry”
“Huh?” Zuko asked turning his head to look at her.
“Hurry. Please hurry. It hurts,” she sobbed.
“I’m sorry Katara. I’m sorry.” Zuko whimpered. He inhaled and exhaled slowly then placed his hands beneath her and lifted as he rocked his hips back to withdraw.
Katara screamed as his thick cock scraped her injury and worsened it, “Stop! It hurts.”
Zuko froze. He leaned back so he was sitting completely on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She didn’t seem to be in as much pain when they were closer. Tears came to his eyes as he stroked her hair and desperately asked, “What do I need to do? Please tell me what do I need to make it better for you?”
Katara covered her face once more as Zuko attempted to caress her cheeks and kiss her. She began to wail as his lips brushed against the back of her hands, fingers, and bits of her face she couldn’t cover.
“I’m sorry love, I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Tell me what I need to do?” Zuko asked his tears began to fall. He was doing his best to love her as a man should a woman but he was hurting her. She in so much pain she was crying even though he had stopped moving.
“I’ll make it better I promise,” Zuko swore as he attempted to will away his erection; it would be easier to withdraw without hurting her if he wasn’t aroused. He counted turtleducks, thought of Li and Lo in their bathing suits; of his uncle mud bathing but Katara felt too good for it to go away like that. He forced himself to maintain control and remember what Bingwen said about rubbing her clitoris. It would help her to relax during their union and help her body continue to produce lubrication. He licked his thumb and began making slow wet circles on her clitoris hoping if she were wet he could pull out without hurting her.

“I’ll make it better, I promise,” Zuko vowed as he put more efforts into pleasing Katara. He knew she liked for her breasts to be touched and her neck to be kissed so he did both.
Katara renewed her attempts to push him away when Zuko put his hand between her legs to rub her koalaotter’s nose. Just sitting on top of him wasn’t as painful and she could feel the lust juice starting to return as he touched her. She could not allow it to soothe the burning, scraping sensation. Having him inside her had to remain unbearable, not subside to the tolerable level of friction she knew would come if she allowed her entrance to get moist.
She had masturbated enough to know what would happen if there was enough liquid for the friction to become pleasant and the thing inside her was far more filling than her fingers. Zuko had started moving and she could feel the liquid inside her as well as something far more dangerous increasing. The dangerous feeling got stronger with each slow roll of his hips and loop of his warm calloused finger around her clitoris.
She had to do something to get him away from her; something to get him out of her; something to keep the tickling sensation away from her dampening koalaotter. She had to do something so she did not feel as though she was giving in to him. She had to fight even if doing so meant her continued struggles answered his earlier pleas for her to keep moving. It felt wrong to sit still and allow him to use her even though struggling pleased him. Even though what he was doing was starting to please her.
There had to be something she could do to make him stop; to make the heat coiling inside her belly and the tickle between her legs stop. Orgasm was the gift of the horizon; the pinnacle of a sacred journey which two souls fully united and became one in spirit. Her soul had already been forcibly corrupted by Zuko’s and she’d managed to expel his evil. She could not feel this way with Zuko.
Katara put her hands on Zuko’s shoulders and used him for leverage as she wriggled from side to side while lifting her hips. This time it didn’t hurt as badly and she was able to move halfway up his penis. She gasped and dropped back down when she felt the tip of it brush against something that sent a jolt through her koalaotter.
Zuko forgot all about his promise to take it out and that he was just getting her wet so it would be easier for him to pull out as her phoenix tightened and traveled along his dragon. “Katara please, you feel so good, tell me what I need to do to make you feel good. Please love, tell me. I’m so close, tell me please. . Please Katara tell me how can I make you come with me. Katara please…please… I’m going to come. I want to make you come too.”
Katara balled her hands into fist and began yanking his hair when he lowered his head to suck her breasts. She would never be purified if she rode the tempest with him and allowed him the true gift of her spirit. She would fight him and that feeling every step of the way.
Zuko’s head snapped backwards and his pelvis pushed forward driving his penis deeper inside her, “Katara, please Katara…oh Agni, Katara...Stop. Be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

After letting go of his hair she began to press her nails into his neck. She clenched her thighs attempting to push them together; they easily slid across his sweaty chest. Her feet were now in his lap, she pushed down but it only served to lift her hips. She jerked when she felt that sensation again.
“Ka..Ka…Kah…tah…ra,” Zuko screamed as his hips snapped forward and his dragon began to empty. In between spurts and thrust he managed to utter, “Agni… Katara…my love, marry…me.”
It turned her stomach to know why he was calling her name, proposing and why he was depositing so much pollution inside of her; it was her fault. She had done it; she had pleasured him. Katara leaned slowly to the right as she felt the bile once more creeping up her throat. She couldn’t fight it. She felt too dirty to fight it. Each time he screamed her name she knew her actions were the reason his dragon was so violently spewing. She had moved her hips to get away but it stimulated him. He was her rapist and she pleasured him. She almost allowed him to pleasure her.
“Katara!”
She ignored Zuko and emptied the contents of her stomach as his hips continued to jerk and he continued to ejaculate inside her. Fan had put a few of his precious sea prunes in her bowl last night and she gorged herself on the familiar taste of home. When she could not longer feel the hot spurts jetting against her insides Zuko finally relaxed enough to loosen his grip on her. She slid away not caring where her hand landed; where her elbow landed; where her forearm landed. She did not stop to consider the length of her hair and that she was so very close to the floor. She just needed to get away from Zuko; what he had done to her and what she had done for him.

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience everyone. Things are slowly but surely getting back on track.
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