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Kiss of Fire

Chapter Twelve – Blessed Union

Sorry for the late update, I wanted to have this up sooner, but this chapter went under a lot of editing, I wanted it to be just perfect before I posted it. This is a very special chapter, one I am sure that you will especially enjoy ;) so don't forget to let me know what you thought of it!

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Zuko

A groom did not need as much preparation for the wedding night as his bride did. I had taken a quick and warm bath to relax, then I had meditated. I was now clad in a comfortable red robe, eagerly waiting to warm the bed. The bed had been prepared, and the white linens I usually slept on were replaced with red sheets, as was traditional for the first night of a Fire Lord or Fire Lady.
A large bowl of fruit had been set near the bed, full of pomegranates and other seeded fruit, to represent fertility and prosperity. The fruit did not mean anything to me, it was only there because it was part of the ritual. It was there for us to take from and eat if we so desired, and in doing so, it was supposed to ensure that we would have many children. There were several other bowls of fruit scattered around, and I was eager to be rid of them.
I did not hold much stock in beliefs like that, nor did I pay attention to the special quilt that had been placed on the bed. It was deep red, and in gold thread were designs of fruit and other symbols of fertility, as well as dragons and children playing. It had been set out for the wedding and/or coronation night of my ancestors for many centuries, and had been well maintained so that it still looked very much new. In the morning, I would have all of the special decorations cleared away. All except for the firelilies, which were the last ones of summer, and would remain in my room until they started to wilt. I picked up one of the flowers and ran my fingers along its petals, thinking of the times where Katara and I would enjoy these flowers. A soft smile made its way to my lips. She was back, and we would be able to enjoy the lilies again – and more.
I stood outside on the balcony, taking a deep breath of the night air. I heard the distant bang of firecrackers, and saw a few shoot out into the sky. I stared out at the ocean, thinking of Katara. Every time I looked at the ocean, my Waterbender came to mind and right after she died, I had no desire to look at it. It had taken me a while to be able to look at the vast expanse of water again without feeling intense pain.
I heard the knock on my door and smirked, glad to be interrupted of that memory.
The guards outside opened the door, letting the bearers come in and deposit the palanquin before retreating, the doors closing after them. I looked down at the lovely vehicle. I had ordered this specially made for my wife, and it was one of her wedding gifts. The craftsmen did a wonderful job with it, and I hoped that she would appreciate this present. It was to be for her personal use, to go wherever she pleased and hide herself from prying eyes if she so desired. The vehicle truly was fit for a queen.
But tonight, she would not hide herself. On stealthy feet I approached the drapes and slowly pulled them open. I saw her huddled form in the darkness.
“Hiding from me?” I asked with a soft smirk. A very soft gasp came out of the palanquin.
“Come out, Waterbender.” I commanded in a firmer tone. For a moment she did not move, but soon she scooted forward and set her feet onto the floor.
We walked to my bedchamber and I closed the door behind me. The room was lit by several lamps, but these lamps were slightly muted for ambiance. My bride looked exquisite in her blue robe and I allowed myself a small sigh of contentment before I smiled to myself. The blue silk hugged her curves in a most welcoming way and her hair was pinned back loosely, a few locks hanging from her scalp in what I found to be an enticing manner. Already my loins grew warm at the sight before me. Her apprehensive expression showed me that she did not mirror my feelings.
“Please.” she whispered softly as I glanced at her.
“Please what?”
“I… “ she fell silent, clearly unsure of what to say.
“It is time. I have been patient for long enough. You have no idea how much I need you.” I whispered, my voice almost a growl. She blushed and looked down.
“Remove your robe.” I commanded. Her hands found the tie at her waist and slowly tugged at it, letting the robe fall open. My eyes fell on the soft valley between her breasts, and the dark curls between her legs.
I waited patiently as she took hold of the robe and lifted it off her shoulders. It slid down her body, pooling around her feet, looking almost like a puddle of water. I suddenly found it difficult to breathe as I drank in her lovely form. My wife possessed such beautiful dark skin, with even darker nipples. Graceful curves that flowed like water, my eyes moving along her body before I stopped at her face. Her hesitant gaze reflected her nervousness.
I approached her and circled around her languidly, admiring her in from every angle. My body cried out to become one with her and I had to bite back the urge to throw her on the bed and take her.
The back of her neck was bare because of how her hair was done, and I lightly brushed my fingers against it. She let out a soft gasp and jerked just slightly when I did.
“On the bed.” I whispered. I watched as she made her way to the bed and lay down on her back, her head on a pillow.

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Katara

I prayed to the spirits of Moon and Ocean that I would come out of this night intact. Usually, when he touched me, it would arouse me. But after today, I was too tense to respond the way he wanted, even after the bath and the massage that was supposed to calm me down.
I watched as he slowly approached the bed, a small knowing smile on his face. Right now his hair was pulled back neatly, and he made no move to remove his robe. It was deep scarlet silk and it made his pale skin stand out. I could see everything, and my eyes had adjusted to the carefully muted light.
I was grateful that he did not expect me to consummate the night that we signed the marriage contrast, but that seemed almost like a lifetime ago. Back then, it had been easy enough to agree that I would not sleep with him until the coronation. I had figured that would be enough time, what I did not count on was the Sages announcing an auspicious date so soon, Zuko had told me he was certain it would be at least another few weeks away. I remember the look of mild surprise on Zuko's face when Shyu gave him today's date.
So here we were. My heart pounded in anticipation and fear. Part of me did not want to do this, wishing that I had more time to get to know Zuko, but I had agreed that we could consummate when I was crowned. I could not go back on my word. I would... have to steel myself, I suppose. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself with meditation, and let out a soft gasp, jerking away when I felt something touch my foot.
It was Zuko's hand. I saw the surprise and hurt in his face as he drew back.
“Is the thought of being with me so repugnant to you?” he asked with a whisper. I shook my head.
“No, it is not that, truly. I am just... nervous. As nervous as anyone would be their first time.”
He let out a quiet sigh and slid off the bed. Had I made him angry?
“I will not force you into this.” he finally said after several moments. I did not speak.
“I want you to be comfortable with me before we do this, so let's just forget about tonight.” He went to pick up my robe off the floor, tossing it at my feet before he went over to the window, looking outside, watching the fireworks.
I picked up the robe, sliding my fingers along the silk. What do I do? He had just given me reprieve because he cared for my comfort. Some women would have taken this opportunity to hold off on sex indefinitely, and I still had a little over eleven months to go before the year was up.
No. That was not what I wanted. Deep down inside, it did not feel right to him, denying him like that. Or me. For a moment, I imagined his hands sliding along me, his body pumping against me in fierce rhythm, his lips at my own... a name riding on his heated breath. Tara... I blinked.
The thought was gone, flitting away like a wisp of incense smoke, but my confidence boost did not disappear. I climbed off the bed and went to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. I felt him stiffen slightly in surprise, but he relaxed and placed his hands atop mine. For several minutes we were silent, holding onto one another. I rested the side of my face against his back, listening to his heartbeat and breathing.
I felt him start to turn around, and I loosened my grip. He faced me, and looked surprised that I was naked. I stared back at him calmly as I started to tug at the sash that held his robe closed.
“I thought you didn't want to...”
“I am nervous. But I also want you.” I gently opened the rube, sliding my hands along his chest. “Please... you promised me that it would be glorious.” I reminded him.
“So I did.” he said, a faint smirk on his face as he remembered these words.
“Then... give me a reason to not be afraid.” I stared into his eyes before I slid the robe off his body, leaving him as naked as I was. I lightly placed my hands on his chest, holding my gaze.
He slowly nodded before going to the bed and pulling the comforter all the way down, revealing the red silk sheets. I was prepared for this, for I had learned about Fire Nation traditions, the red sheets were used on someone's first night as Fire Lord, or Lady. If this was my first night as wife, the sheets would have been white, so I could leave proof of my virtue. At least that little matter could be overlooked... I had always thought that tradition was embarrassing, it was sometimes practiced in the Earth Kingdom as well. It had always rankled me that a girl had to offer proof of her innocence while a man didn't.
I slid onto the bed, shivering as I felt the silk against my naked flesh. I wiggled up so that a pillow rested under my head, and I lay there, waiting for him to take me. He draped himself over me and I started to spread myself open, but he shook his head.
“Not so quickly.” he whispered. His lips fell onto mine in a gentle yet fierce assault and I moaned as he bit my lower lip. I parted my lips slightly, thinking he would deepen the kiss, but he broke away. His lips trailed along my jaw and down to my shoulder and collarbone as if he wanted to see how I tasted.
His hands found my breasts and kneaded them, causing me to whimper softly. I stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, seeing that he was staring back at me intently as if he was gauging every reaction that I made. I bit my tongue, not wanting to make it too apparent that I liked what he was doing to my breasts. He had a certain way of handling them, not too gentle, not too firm. It was as if he knew just how I liked being touched. It always seemed that way when he would send me a smoldering glance, or run his fingers along certain parts of my anatomy. And the funny thing was, I had never been with anyone else in such an intimate way, so I had nothing to compare it with.
His hands slid along the sides and bottom of my breasts before he lowered his head, taking the left nipple into his mouth. I stared calmly as he sucked on it, almost as a baby would suck on its mother’s breast. He treated my breasts reverently, almost as if he was worshiping me, and my arousal grew as I felt the gentle pressure on the hardened nubs.
His lips moved from the nipple, kissing along the bottom of my breast before he pressed his face against it, nuzzling it lovingly as if it was a pillow he was trying to settle into. My other breast received the same treatment and when he moved to my stomach, my nipples were very taut, almost to the point of hurting.
My husband’s lips danced along the plane of my stomach, his hands caressing my sides. Again he nuzzled me, burying his face against my stomach. He seemed to truly enjoy the act, not just to try to arouse me, but for himself. Part of me hoped that he would always hold this fascination for me. I shifted slightly as he moved past my navel, his fingers trailing the border between smooth skin and the wiry hair of my nether regions.
His fingers trailed even lower, caressing my thighs. I relaxed, spreading myself further. I was already aroused, and knew he could see it. I let out a quiet gasp when I felt his finger touch my swollen labia. He stroked up and down a few times, and I bit back a soft cry. When a finger slid in, I could feel warm tingling radiate from there, sending tendrils of pleasure up to my stomach and down my thighs. His finger slid in further, and when it pressed against a spot deep within me, I let out a soft cry.
I heard a quiet chuckle before his finger caressed that spot several times, and I wiggled around a bit, trying to control my breathing. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He stared back, a faint smile on his face as he wiggled his fingers several more times before sliding it out and drawing it into his mouth. I blushed as an expression of enjoyment came across his features. Did I really taste good?
I thought that now he would take me, but instead, he settled down between my legs, lowering his head to my groin. Fingers slid along my thighs, spreading my other lips open. His tongue gently swiped along my inner labia, all the way from my perineum to my clit, and I let out a quiet moan, my hips twisting upward a bit. His tongue slid up and down, probing a bit deeper between my petals with each turn he took. Two fingers found their way in, rubbing my insides, a bit of heat emanating from his fingertips as he probed my most intimate depths, his lips finding the swollen kernel that rested atop my moist flower.
Sometimes he would use his lips, kissing my inner lips almost as if it was a mouth as well. Between his fingers and his tongue, I was at his mercy. His hot breath against my genitals only served to excite me further, and I dug my nails into the sheets as I tried to not wiggle around too much.
“Zu...” I moaned, unable to form the rest of his name as he intensified his attentions. His fingers twisted and rubbed, his tongue and lips tasted and lavished, and soon enough I was unable to hold back my cries as he pushed me over the brink. It felt as if he had sent one of his bolts of lightning through my body, and my fingers and toes curled as I arched upward, barely registering that he was still licking me, albeit more slowly.
My head was swimming from pleasure, and I relaxed, taking deep breaths as my limbs shuddered. He slowly drew his finger out ans gave me a few more licks before he raised his head.
“Before, I promised you that this night would be wonderful for us. How has it been so far?” he whispered.
“Wonderful.” I replied in all honesty. He smiled and leaned down to place kisses around my navel.

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Zuko

Wonderful. Good, because that is exactly what I was aiming for. I reached to gently squeeze her hand and lace my fingers through it as I slithered up to kiss her forehead. I looked down at her as I nudged her thigh with my knee, positioning myself. As I did, I inhaled the warm scent of her flesh, placing kisses along her neck. She smelled as good as ever. And tasting her orgasm was something I had been so eager for.

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Katara

His sex rose from between his legs like a dragon rearing its head, and it was indeed formidable in appearance. It seemed almost impossible that this would complete our physical union. His fingers stroked along the length, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the proud crown, tinted red with straining arousal. A bit of liquid glistened at the tip.
He moved forward, his eyes almost glowing with hunger and I shivered, backing away a little, my head pressing back into the pillow. His hands were at my sides, caressing me as I felt him nudge at my opening. I tried to will my body to relax so I could take him in more easily.
I felt his lips travel along my face, his hands squeezing my sides gently as he stopped where he was, only the crown of his manhood inside me. He slid in with ease because of what he had done with his mouth, but I could still feel how tight I was around him.
He glanced down at me for a moment, his body almost blanketed over mine. I was fully aware of his presence. It surrounded me. His lips traveled to mine, capturing them and I moaned softly. His eyes met mine, and he had a soft expression on his face, almost as if silently pleading for forgiveness.
His lips swallowed my scream when he suddenly thrust into me, breaking through my barrier. My whole body stiffened and he broke the kiss, raining gentle kisses all over my face. My body slowly went slack as he caressed my sides, and it did help. I heard him murmur indistinctly, his voice barely audible as he kissed along my face and earlobe. Surprisingly, the pain was rather brief, and after just a few moments, it faded away, leaving behind the sensation of fullness. Wow... that wasn't so bad, was it? I suppose I was one of these lucky girls who could lose their maidenhead without it being an ordeal.
He did not move inside of me, and I relaxed as he continued to gently touch me. I shifted slightly under him and he continued his gentle attentions, now working in silence as I lifted my hands up to his sides, idly caressing them. Again, I was overwhelmed by the familiarity of his presence and embrace.

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Zuko

It felt heavenly to be with her again. Despite all the women I had slept with, none of them had ever made me feel the way that Katara had. I wrapped my arms around her, making ready to start thrusting into her as I placed kisses along her face. He started to caress my sides more confidently, even going up to my back as she wiggled against me.
“Zu....” she breathed out as she clenched around me, causing me to see stars. I pulled my hips back a little, then thrust into her again, feeling her delectably warm velvet sheath clutch at me in response. I let out a soft moan and repeated the motion, loving the feel of her body against and around me.
I heard a happy groan and continued thrusting slowly. The first time I had ever taken someone, it was Katara, and our union had been fierce, fueled by my passion. I had been inexperienced, driven by my own raging need and taking her roughly. This time I was more tempered, taking my time, wanting the night to go more smoothly so that the morning after would be better.
I closed my eyes, simply savoring our union. I nuzzled her throat, raining kisses along it, and inhaling the scent of her flesh. My hand found a breast and I kneaded it gently. After a few moments I opened my eyes, seeing that her face was a mask of calm, she was now smiling at me gently.
I gave a firm thrust. She arched and whimpered a little. I caressed her cheek before I lifted myself up just a bit. I took her hand and guided it between our bodies, to where we were joined. She offered no resistance, and when I led her hand to its destination, I felt her fingers slowly probe around.
“We are now joined together in flesh, but I want more than that.” I told her gently. “I want more than a lover. I want a wife, and a mate. You mean the world to me, and I never want to lose you.”
“Thank you. I needed to hear that, Zuko.”
I gave her a deep kiss before I started thrusting again. She squirmed again and let out a soft moan. It took all of my restraint to not simply let loose and slam into her and show just how passionate the Lord of the Firebenders could be.
I gave her several short thrusts before I rocked my hips more, my thrusts becoming deeper. I pulled out until only the tip of my manhood remained inside of her before I gave a firm thrust, sheathing myself fully. I felt her shiver a little.
“Tell me that you did not enjoy that, my Waterbender.” I challenged with a smirk. She blushed and looked down shyly. I repeated this stroke several times, biting back a growl as her body clenched around me every time.
“Look at me.” I whispered, staring at her intently. For a moment, I thought she would defy me, but her eyes made contact with mine. I pressed my lips to hers, continuing my strokes, and she wrapped her arms around me, not enough to limit my thrusts, but making it clear that she enjoyed what we were doing., and her hands roved along my sides and back.
I continued moving within her, keeping a steady pace, and soon enough I felt her relax completely, her hips finding their own rhythm as she swayed against me. She made small sounds of pleasure, her body arching against mine and I moaned softly as I nuzzled her fiercely. I knew from her body language that she was close to climax, so I reached down there with one hand, using the other to keep myself steady. I applied a small amount of heat to my finger and massaged her sensitive nub, feeling her clench around me more firmly.
“My lord…”
“Yes?” I whispered, holding back a satisfied grin as I continued my attentions.
“I… I’m so close… ”
“Yes…” I whispered as I continued, my attention now intensified. In no time, I was rewarded with a soft cry, and she suddenly clenched around me very tightly as I kept thrusting, concentrating on drawing out her orgasm. I continued rubbing her gently, listening to her erratic breathing.
I drew my hand away and licked my fingers clean as she watched. Her quivering core was even warmer than before, and I reveled in the feeling. I had stopped my thrusting for several moments, and I took this opportunity to study her. Her breathing slowed down, and she looked up at me with seemingly drowsy eyes, clearly still riding the aftershocks of the experience I had given her. I rained gentle kisses along her face, holding her close. I wanted to savor this with her. I felt her hand stroke along my side. I placed a kiss on her forehead, not wanting to say anything that could interrupt this moment.
I started thrusting again, more firmly than before. Her orgasm had given her the added lubricant we both needed, and I became fiercer. My thrusts were hard but smooth, and she squirmed against me, her breathing becoming erratic again. Her sheath clenching around me repeatedly was almost too much for me to bear, but I bit back the temptation to just give in to the sensations. I was determined to make this a night to remember, not that all the other nights we would have would be less important.
Her hands now roved along my body hungrily, touching my sides, back, face, even my buttocks. I groaned softly when her hands found my rear end and she squeezed, her nails digging into the flesh. But I enjoyed that, and thrust even harder. She took my kisses eagerly, sucking on my lips and nuzzling me fiercely.
Finally, my release came and I lifted my head, steam and a bit of fire hissing out between my clenched teeth. I heard her soft whimper and held her close, keeping my head turned to the side to make sure I released all of the pent up heat. When I was sure that I did, I looked back at her and nuzzled her reassuringly. Her warm insides clenched at me welcomingly, ensuring that I gave her every last drop that I could offer at that moment.
I did not pull out of her right away, and shifted our positions so that we now lay on our sides, facing each other. I held her close, ensuring that we remained joined, and my fingers trailed along her back. Right now we were merely resting, and by her closed eyes and relaxed position, I figured that she thought we were done. I felt a satisfied smirk creep onto my lips as I studied her lovely little face. We were far from done...

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Katara

This night’s events had been rather unexpected. I found myself enjoying what he had done to me. I had no idea how to describe it – was it like a fire coursing through my veins, or a powerful current of water washing across me? Perhaps both. It seemed almost impossible to me that the human body could feel such incredible sensations, and I wondered if it felt the same for my husband. I listened to his soft breathing, feeling his fingers caress along my back and then my arm. Slowly he disengaged his body from mine and I felt strangely empty, even as I felt his seed coating my inner walls. It was so warm and my insides tingled from it.
I ventured to open my eyes. This revealed him lying on his back, staring up thoughtfully. I wondered what was on his mind. Did he find this night to be what he had hoped for, or was he disappointed? I doubted it was the latter because of how he had treated me after our lovemaking. I felt the urge to reach out and touch him, but held back. It was better to not interrupt him when he was thinking. I had never done so before, but instinct told me to let him be. He was not a man of many words, and I respected that.
I closed my eyes again and let my thoughts take me away.
A new bouquet of scents assailed me. I smelled the ocean, hearing waves crash on the sand, and heard the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves of the palm trees. I opened my eyes to see completely different surroundings. I was aware of hands traveling along my flesh, someone pressing their lips to my face. A long and slow intake of breath, I understood that my scent was being inhaled. Deep within me was heat, release from the person who was tasting me. I looked at him. The scar was on his face, enveloping the area around his left eye. His hair was shaggy, not even reaching his shoulders, and my hands went up to run through it. It was soft and thick, and he moaned softly in pleasure, so I continued.
Our legs were tangled together, his pale flesh pressed against my own dark skin. My core throbbed from the pleasure he had given me. After a while our movements slowed, and I started to shift around. His arm immediately wrapped around my middle and he shook his head.
“Stay with me, Tara...”
I gasped softly and my eyes snapped open as the Fire Lord caressed my cheek. He was also nuzzling me gently. It took a moment to register my surroundings, and my thoughts slipped away from me.
“You were sleeping… did you think I was done with you?” my husband asked with a smirk.
“You… you were lying there and not saying anything, my lord… and I… was just thinking.” I said with a small blush, hoping I had not displeased him. I really should have waited to close my eyes until I knew for sure that he was done! How stupid of me.
“Thinking is good.” came the simple reply as he pulled me close, evidence of his renewed desire pressing against my thigh. His lips fell on my own in a gentle manner and he sucked on my lips lightly. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and looked down at me. I assumed that he would climb on top of me and have me again.
“Do you wish for more?” he whispered. Slowly, I nodded.
“Return the favor, then.” he commanded, lowering his head, his lips only a very short distance from mine. I lifted my head to close that gap, pressing my lips against his. I gave him several languid kisses, feeling his hand come to rest on my hip. I sucked on his lower lip, feeling him shiver just a little, and I stroked his cheek. My kiss deepened and I ventured to slide my tongue into his mouth. He was a more than eager recipient, and his tongue curled around mine.
Finally, the kiss broke and I gave out a soft whimper before he took my hand and placed it on his sex. I looked up at him for a moment, then down at what my hand was holding. His flesh was hot, and again I thought of a dragon.
Through my life – but mostly in the last few years – I had heard of the male organ referred to in different ways. The eel, the steaming shaft, the turtle-head, the jade scepter, the sun instrument, the heavenly spear, the peak of yang… there were so many creative and discreet phrases to use. But none of them were appropriate for this. My husband was a dragon to me, and it was the only appropriate way to describe his sex – hot, impressive in size, and fierce. It would be how I thought of his manhood, always.
I shifted my hand a little, squeezing him lightly. The hot flesh throbbed under my touch and I ran my fingers up and down it slowly. His hand then found mine and he grabbed hold of me, pulling at me so that I was now on top of him, the dragon pressing against my stomach as I shifted around in his lap. He wiggled around, positioning a large pillow so that he was now partially sitting up, and I looked down at him curiously.
“Ride me.” the Fire Lord said in a soft but firm voice. I blinked and looked down at him. He wanted me to be on top? He had such a firm personality, and I never thought that he would ask this of me.
“You heard me.” he said as he looked up at me, squeezing my hips. With his guidance, I lifted my hips and positioned myself above his erection, which was still wet from my juices. I let out a breathy moan as he slackened his hold, letting me slide down onto him. It felt good to have him inside of me again, filling me to completion. Our previous intimacy had loosened some hair from my bun and a few strands hung at the sides of my face. I quickly tucked them behind my ears as I looked down at him.
He reached up with his hands, and the pins from my hair were pulled out. My hair fell down, forming thick and soft waves around my face and along my breasts. I blushed and looked down at him. Rarely did I ever let my hair down, usually I just let it down when I washed, then I would braid it afterward. He reached again, this time to run his fingers through my hair, as I had done for him several times before. As I felt the light tugs at my scalp, I looked down at him. A mask of contentment rested on his face, and he took a lock of my hair, inhaling the scent and kissing it.
His hands slid down to my hips and he nodded slightly. I understood that he wanted me to start and I blushed a little. I had never expected to do anything like this, and I had no idea how to start.
“Move against me.” he whispered. I moaned softly, looking at him with my question in my eyes. He nodded.
“Go up and down, rock your hips. I know you can do it. You will find a rhythm, like the waves crashing on the shore. Certainly you understand that, Waterbender.” he whispered with a small grin. I did as he asked, twisting my hips and moving up and down slightly. Once I got a better understanding of how I could move, I grew more confident, my thrusts becoming deeper, my hips swinging more wildly.
It was oddly exhilarating to be the one to create the rhythm. My breasts jiggled wildly, my hair flying around my face. My nails dug into his chest, and his fingers dug into my hips. I heard his growls of pleasure, and felt his hips bucking up against me. I clenched around him happily, my rhythm now feeling completely natural to me.
“My lord…” I moaned happily, feeling my release approach quickly and as I came, I continued bucking against him wildly, and he reached up to fondle and squeeze my breasts, tugging at the nipples. I felt his manhood shudder inside of me, filling me up with even more seed as I heard him let out a sudden exhale of relief. I continued riding him and he nodded in encouragement. His hands slid down to my hips after a few moments, forcing me to slow down, and I was relieved, for I did not realize how long or hard I had been riding him until I stopped. It had been exhilarating, and my breath came in and out in long, slow draws.
His hands reached back up to slowly massage my breasts, and my head lolled forward in pleasure. I reached with my hands, caressing his face. He took my hands and kissed them.
After a few moments, I wiggled around, starting to climb off him. His hands clamped down on my hips and I stared back at him.
“Stay with me.”
“Yes, Zuko...” I said softly, leaning down to give him a kiss. His hands reached to stroke my sides and I nuzzled him.

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Fire Lord Zuko

She was every bit as stunning as I knew she would be. Her fire had matched my own and I smiled with satisfaction as I held her close, cradling her head against my shoulder. My fingers ran through her hair as she breathed on my neck softly. I closed my eyes, leaving us both like this for a while, listening to her quiet breathing, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. I was tempted to whisper her real name, but I bit my tongue.
Gently I eased her off me, feeling that her body was pliant, very pliant. She curled up on her side and looked up at me quietly. I sensed that she was tired, but nowhere near exhaustion. Which worked out perfectly, because the fire inside of me still raged, and this time I would not hold back.
I let her lay there for a few moments before nudging at her with my hand.
“On your hands and knees.” I ordered and she blinked, looking up at me.
“My lord?”
“You heard me.” I replied as I nudged her again. My hand ran along her rear end, caressing it lovingly as she drew herself up into position. I admired that part of her anatomy, along with the back of her thighs and her back. My fingers ran along the lovely expanse of dark skin along her spine. I heard an almost inaudible sigh from her, one that I hoped was of pleasure.
I wasted no time to slide within her, and I stroked her hips with my hands. I felt her body arch in response and I smiled to myself, rubbing her back with one hand. Her core was slick, yet it was still very tight and welcoming. I heard her whimper softly when I pulled out, withdrawing almost all the way out, before pushing back in.
It took no time for me to let go of my restraint. I had held back before, now I could no longer. I had to let go of my self-control to sate myself. I gripped her hips as I slammed into her, my sac slapping against her thighs. She cried out, and it only spurred me on. I was merciless, thrusting in her as hard as I could, feeling her clench around me almost violently.
I growled softly, feeling fire in my stomach as I slammed into her. She cried out again, throwing her head back as I made deep thrusts. She lowered her front, so her head and shoulders rested against the bed, and her fingers dug into the blankets. I gave out a deep groan of pleasure, and continued what I was doing, going harder and harder. I was hungry for it all and desperately needed release. I could go on like this all night, and it seemed that I did. The sensations of her body, and hearing her cries were almost too much for me to bear.
I roared loudly, spitting out flame as I released my seed within her. She responded with a scream of her own, her inner walls closing in around me like a vise. I continued thrusting, feeling her tightly clenched around me, and I squeezed her hips, my breath coming out in pants, little bits of fire shooting out from between my teeth.
I pulled out and collapsed beside her, looking over at her quietly. She remained on her knees for a moment before letting herself flop down as well.

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Katara

I closed my eyes, feeling his hand on my back as if to reassure me. I was surprised at his fierceness… I thought that our first coupling was rough near the end, but that was nothing compared to what he had just done to me. My intimate areas throbbed wildly and I could feel his essence inside of me, very warm, like liquid fire inside of my tunnel. But I had enjoyed it all, however gentle or firm he had been. Seeing him spit out fire near the end had thrilled me to no end, especially knowing that he had saved his passion for this night.
I felt kisses along my face, and he continued rubbing my back. Exhaustion chased the pleasure that I had just gone through, and his loving caress helped it along.

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Zuko

I watched as she slept, one hand tucked neatly under her head, again marveling at her presence. Had Avatar Aang somehow caught her soul before it could go on and brought it back? It seemed plausible, since he was the bridge between the physical and spiritual world.
Or had Katara found a way to come back? After the violent and painful death she had experienced, it seemed possible. There were tales of murdered souls who came back for vengeance. But Azula was dead, her own death well-deserved and just for what she had done to Katara and to other people.
But what that thought led me to warmed me. It occurred to me that perhaps she had come back for me. Agni knows how much I loved her, and still did, even more now than before. My fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.
“I am glad you came back.” I whispered as I placed a light kiss on her cheek.
“I love you, Katara.” I added as I curled up around her, pulling the blankets to her chin before wrapping an arm around her. She snuggled closer, her head on my chest.
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