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Dangerous Bounty	By : YinAndYang Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 9283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Well, I finally got into Zuko’s head. It wasn’t easy. It’s a dark and confusing place, but it was worth it, I think.

An interesting note: Did you know that Junko is an actual Japanese name? It means “pure child.” As if anything between these two could ever be pure! ^_^ So prepare to have your mind befouled by smut, because in this chapter, it begins…

Once again…I don’t own it. Don’t sue.

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He was going to kill Uncle Iroh for this.

Plotting the figurative death of his elderly relative didn’t really help his situation; it just made him feel a little better. After all, he wouldn’t have even been in that filthy pub if Uncle Iroh hadn’t needed a bottle of fire whisky. And Uncle Iroh wouldn’t have needed alcohol if he hadn’t caught a cold that developed into a deep, barking cough that had worried Zuko so.

Such were the rewards for being a dutiful nephew.

Zuko fought to keep his expression under control as the bounty hunter touched his face with insulting familiarity. As if she had the right to lay her hands on a prince of the blood!

"No snappy comebacks? I expected better of you, Angry Boy." She shook her head.

His tongue felt strange and heavy in his mouth. Answering her was out of the question at the moment. "This was almost too easy. I think you still owe me a challenge."

What did she mean by that? A sense of his vulnerability came crashing down upon him. She could do anything to him, anything at all. There was nothing and no one to stop her. All she had to do was have her beast sting him from time to time, and he would be helpless to resist. Zuko did not like feeling defenseless. Bad things always happened to him when he let his guard down.

He glared at his captor, trying not to show his fear. He knew he had failed when her expression changed from triumphant to predatory.

"Yes," she said, her voice suddenly soft. "You owe me, little prince." The hand that had stroked his cheek slid down his chest to rest on his stomach. "And before I collect my reward, I think I'll collect on your debt." A single finger marked a trail down his abdomen, stopping just short of his groin. There it stayed, just this side of actually touching him. He could feel her eyes on him like a physical weight, her wicked smile betraying the bent of her thoughts. To his horror, he could feel his body begin to betray him, the tightening of his manhood giving evidence to his unwilling reaction.

“Oh yes,” she said softly. “We’re going to be here awhile.”

She stood abruptly, stepping over him on her way to the tree line. For a few minutes, he listened to the sounds of his captor walking about in the dead, dry leaves, wondering over the sounds of snapping of wood. Jun returned, her arms laden with small, dry branches. She knelt beside him and arranged the branches into a loosely woven pile. Producing two pieces of flint from some hidden pocket in her tight leather wrap that passed for clothing on her, she struck them together until a small spark leapt from the rocks to the moss. Within a few minutes, a small fire blazed happily, lighting the clearing and revealing Jun’s smile of satisfaction.

Zuko was not impressed. He could have made a fire much larger than hers in a fraction of the time. Not that he would have lifted a finger to help her. Of course, he couldn’t even lift a finger at the moment. But he could manage speech.

“Nice fire,” he remarked, not bothering to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

“Got your voice back I see.” Jun brushed the dirt from her hands and got to her feet. “Good. It was getting too quiet around here.”

Zuko decided that bluffing might be a possible solution to his problem. Hell, it almost never worked, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Leave now, and I won’t have to hurt you when this wears off.” He had learned over the years that people often responded more quickly to a simple threat delivered in a soft, menacing voice.

Jun’s careless laugh signaled his failure. She stepped over him, still chuckling, and walked over to the xirxiu. “It’s going to be a while before you can hurt anyone, Angry Boy,” she called over her shoulder. “So just relax and get comfortable. I’ll be with you shortly.”

That last comment held all sorts of threatening undertones, and Zuko didn’t like any of them. He was inexperienced, but he was no idiot. There was only one thing she could have in mind, one deliciously dark and thrilling thing that almost made Zuko want to do as she instructed. Almost.

He tried to follow her movement, wondering what she could possibly be retrieving from her saddlebags, and found to his surprise that he could turn his head. Zuko frowned. He didn’t remember movement returning so quickly the last time he had experienced the xirxiu’s sting. He silently watched her lithe form as she placed a boot in the stirrup and pulled herself up to the saddle, balancing herself as she untied a bundle from the animal’s back. Finished, she slid down, with what looked like a bedroll clutched in her arms. Zuko quickly turned his head back to its previous position and resumed watching her from the corner of his eye.

Jun unrolled the blanket and gave it a snap, positioning it on the other side of the fire, to Zuko’s right. She then walked around his body and knelt behind his head. “All right, handsome. Let’s get you off that dirty ground.” He felt her hands slide under his armpits and was amazed at how easily she seemed to lift his upper body from the ground. He let his head loll backwards, even though he felt like he could hold it upright if he tried.

“Oof! Somebody’s been working out,” Jun purred, as she began to drag him towards the blanket. “You’re a lot heavier than you look, Angry Boy. Better be careful what you eat. You don’t wanna wind up looking like ol’ Uncle Lazy, do you?”

Zuko decided that this remark didn’t rate a response. Besides, Uncle Iroh could stand to lose a few pounds.

He expected her to drop him when she had him where she wanted him, and was pleasantly surprised when she lay him down carefully several feet from the fire, leaving his arms raised above his head. He was grateful for her care; hitting the hard ground once was bad enough. Now if she would just get rid of that whip…

“Well, now don’t you make a pretty picture?” She was standing over him, her feet on either side of his waist. “There’s just one thing wrong with this arrangement…one element out of place…”

Element out of place? What is she talking about? Flower arranging?

“Yes. That’s it. Clothing. There’s too much of it.”

Zuko watched in a mixture of horror and amazement as Jun lowered herself, straddling his body, seating herself comfortably on his groin. (This is the point where Easy says “FINALLY!”) She shot him another feral smile as she began untying his belt.

“Whuh…what….what the hell do you think you’re doing!” Zuko was too startled to even try to struggle. He had known this was what she had in mind, known it and had not wanted to admit to it. Those few moments of shock gave his stunned mind time to latch on to one faint possibility; he was able to move more than she thought he could. He could feel the strength returning to his limbs, more quickly than the last time. Perhaps the xirxiu hadn’t been packing as much poison this time, or maybe he had built a tolerance from his last encounter, but whatever the reason, if he could just hang on a bit longer, he might be able to escape her.

“Get off me!” Zuko allowed some of his desperation to creep into his voice, rendering it somewhat higher than usual. To be taken on the ground while helpless…no honorable man would be able to live with that shame.

“Relax, Princey Boy. You might even enjoy it.” Jun pulled his belt from under his body and tossed it aside. She began pulling his shirt out from the waistband of his pants, tugging it upwards until his bare midriff was exposed. “Nice…” she murmured, gazing with frank appreciation at his well-muscled chest. “You’ve definitely been working out.”

Zuko drew in a sharp breath as she ran her fingernails lightly down his abdomen. He groaned as he felt his body begin to betray him once more, felt his cock begin to tighten beneath her. This was not happening.

Jun chuckled, the rich sound intoxicating to his ears. “That’s more like it. Just let someone else be in charge, my Prince. It’s not like you can do anything about it now, can you?”

Her gentle taunt snapped Zuko back to reality. “I said, get off me you bitch.” The curse felt strange on his lips. Profanity was not something he was accustomed to using. Uncle had been quite firm about this. A man of honor did not lower himself to using common vulgarities. It showed a lack of imagination and breeding, in Iroh’s eyes.

Zuko growled. He would call her whatever he liked, and he’d be damned if he cared what Uncle Iroh had to say about it. Uncle Iroh wasn’t lying on the hard forest floor, paralyzed and being taunted and ridden by this psychotic bitch.

Of course, a small voice in the back of his mind volunteered, Uncle Iroh would probably enjoy this position.

Zuko fought back a sudden, overwhelming wave of nausea as his traitorous brain began peppering him with images of Iroh in his place. He fought the images and tried to refocus on the hateful and beautiful woman above him.

Some things were just too horrible for the mind to grasp

“Tsk tsk…such language, and from a prince, no less!” Jun laughed, and Zuko’s heart sank. “You’ve been a bad boy, Prince Zuko.” Any reply Zuko could have made was muffled by his own shirt, as Jun leaned forward and pulled it up over his head. When his face re-emerged from the coarse cloth, he found himself eye-to-eye with his nemesis.

He’d only ever noticed her beauty in passing before, too obsessed with the proximity of the Avatar to care about such trivialities. But up close, their noses nearly touching, Zuko could not help but marvel at the sultry beauty of his captor. Hard on the heels of this realization came another.

If he was going to be sexually assaulted in the forest in the dark of night, was Jun such a bad choice of ravishers?

“A very bad boy,” Jun breathed, her lips hovering over his. “I’m going to have to punish you, Zuko.” He couldn’t help the shiver that passed over him as her words sank in. “Don’t worry. I promise you’ll like it.” Her lips closed the distance and met his, her tongue eagerly sliding between his teeth to find his.

Zuko’s mind was made up. He would enjoy this until control of his body was his once more, and after that… well, with the xirxiu tied up and the element of surprise in his favor, he would have to see. He brushed his tongue tentatively against her, unsure of how to proceed with this kiss. His own experience had been hurried fumblings and sloppy preteen kisses in hidden corners of the Fire Palace. Having this magnificent, feral woman taste him, nibbling at his lip as though he were some rare and delicious morsel…nothing in his experience had prepared him for this.

Jun drew back, and instinct propelled him to wrap his arms around her and drag her back, but rational thought saved him once again. Too soon, it was too soon; he still wasn’t back in control yet. Zuko forced himself to remain still, to leave his arms resting above his head, where they were still entangled in his shirt.

His captor hovered above him, her eyes searching his face. Somehow he knew that while she wanted his eventual capitulation, it was his resistance that excited her. He also wanted his hands free for later.

“Would you please untangle my arms and pull them back down,” he asked, his voice cold. “My shoulders are beginning to ache.”

Her husky laugh sent a pleasant thrill through him. “As His Highness commands,” she mocked. She stretched over him, grinding her body against him and forcing him to stifle another groan of pleasure. His face wound up in the crook of her shoulder, just below her ear. He was drowning in the scent of her, of sweat and leather and woman, so intoxicating it made him catch his breath. After freeing his arms from his shirt, she tossed the garment aside and pulled his limbs back down to his sides. “How’s that?” Her playful voice both aroused him and grated on his nerves.

“Better. Now if you would just get off me, everything would be just perfect.”

Jun snickered. “Nice try. You’re good at stalling, aren’t you, Angry Boy?” Placing her hands on his chest, she scooted her body down his, sliding sensuously over his aching manhood, down his thighs, until she was squatting over his legs. Zuko closed his eyes and took a deep, shaking breath. He wasn’t sure how much more of her teasing he could stand.

“Well, what have we here?” More mockery. Wonderful. “Looks like you’re more interested than you let on.” Zuko thought quickly, and reasoned that by now, he should be able to lift his head. He made a show of raising his head, and was greeted with the sight of Jun contemplating his erection where it tented the fabric of his trousers. The pure lust in her eyes sent a weakness through him that had nothing to do with the xirxiu’s poison. He watched, entranced, as she ran a hand up his leg to the bulging fabric, caressing him through his clothing. His head fell back of its own accord, a soft hiss escaping his lips as his pleasure began to build. Dear Agni, if she could do that to him through his clothing…

His mind fuzzily registered that she was tugging off his boots, then his trousers. He shivered as her fingers brushed bare skin while undoing his loincloth. He felt cool air on his skin, heard her delighted little murmur as his member was freed from the restricting cloth.

“Very nice. I guess all those remarks I’ve heard about the royal family being a bunch of little pricks aren’t true after all,” she noted dryly. “If I had known you were hiding this beauty under your armor, I’d have demanded more than gold as payment.”

He couldn’t resist. “Uncle Iroh offered,” he observed breathlessly.

“Uncle Lazy offered himself,” she snorted, rising to her feet. “And while I’m sure this is a family trait, I prefer fresh meat.”

Zuko decided that perhaps a small show of vulnerability would help his case. “And here I was sure you thought I was too ugly.”

Jun was standing over him, removing the long gauntlets she wore over her arms. “I may have spoken in haste," she admitted as she knelt to pull off her heeled boots. “The scar takes some getting used to, but you are far from ugly, Zuko. In fact, from where I’m standing,” she straightened, and began working the buckles on her leather sheath, gazing upon his exposed body with those magically dark eyes, “you look pretty damn good.”

Zuko could not tear his eyes away from Jun. She was going to do it, she was really going to take it all off. He hoped the heat he could feel building in his cheeks didn’t show in his face. Oh, he’d caught glimpses of nude females in artwork, stylized women that didn’t look real. And there had been the time he’d discovered Azula’s secret stash; a pillow book “borrowed” from a noblewoman visiting the palace. That little book had been most enlightening to the young prince, worthwhile even after Azula discovered his trespass and blackened his eye for it. But between his sheltered young life and his long, desperate search for the Avatar, Zuko had simply never gotten around to looking at a real naked woman.

That feral smile was back. She knew he was interested, intoxicated by her slow, deliberate undressing. Her leather sheath opened at her side. Slowly, she drew the two halves of the dress apart, baring more and more flesh, until Zuko thought he would burst. Her smile widened as she allowed the garment to fall open completely.

She was wearing a breast band. Zuko couldn’t restrain a groan of disappointment.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Angry Boy,” she murmured, sounding not the least bit repentant. “Let’s try it again…”

Her breasts were bound by a length of black linen, which she began to unwind slowly, teasingly, until only a single strip remained. Without taking her eyes from him, she pulled the fabric free.

Zuko’s limited experience did not keep him from appreciating her form. Her breasts were full and high, the nipples a dusky pink. He wondered what they would feel like in his hands, how they would taste in his mouth. He wanted to leap up and end this torture, but knew that it would be a mistake. He was still too weak. If he revealed his returning mobility now, she would revert to the bounty hunter, and his chance at freedom would be lost.

All Jun wore now was a pair of black trousers. She rid herself of these quickly, almost playfully, making Zuko wonder if she was as tired of the wait as he was. He was given only a brief glance of her nether regions before she was down on her knees once more, hovering over him, her long black hair caressing the bare skin of his thighs.

Jun was clearly out of clever things to say. She straddled him again, this time over his knees. He could feel her soft skin around him; anticipation of the exquisite pleasure to come caused his manhood to tighten further. Much to his embarrassed annoyance, it seemed to have a mind of its own and rose too quickly, as though eager to bury itself into her warm, tight flesh. Jun felt his obvious excited response and bequeathed another sultry smile upon the prince-turned-outlaw before pushing herself back slightly to leave more room between them. Zuko watched in awe as she lowered her head towards his member, and whimpered in protest as her hair fell in a curtain, blocking his view of the delights to come.

Zuko closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He could not see, but he could still feel. Her breath ghosted over delicate skin. She was so close…

The tip of her tongue met the head of his cock and he gasped. He could feel her chuckle pulse against him before her tongue claimed him once more, this time in a swipe from tip to base that tore a cry from his throat. The second lick nearly ended his illusion of paralysis, and he gripped the blanket beneath him to keep from grabbing her head in his hands

When she took him fully into her mouth, he breathed a prayer to the gods he wouldn’t remember later.

It was the sweetest form of torture he could imagine, forcing himself to remain relaxed and still while she went down on him. She was good, very good, able to take most of him into that sweet, hot mouth, using her hand to grasp him at the base. Each flick of her tongue made him whimper. Her free hand cupped his balls gently and rolled them softly in her palm, eliciting another groan from him. She sucked him off slowly, drawing nearly his entire length into her before pulling back, sucking hard on his throbbing member as she went.

Zuko wanted her to go faster, actually heard himself pleading for more, faster, harder, more, please oh please. But Jun ignored his pleas, though he knew she heard them, and circled her tongue around the head of his cock, sending a shudder through him.

He was going to come. He’d taken care of his own needs enough to recognize the sensation, the unbearable pressure, the feeling of imminent explosion, and she wouldn’t fucking go faster. His breaths were shallow, ragged, and he clutched at the blanket so hard his hands hurt. He was there, almost there, just a little bit more and then…

Jun pulled her head up and tossed her hair back, his cock still clutched in her slender hand.

“Wh..why did you…?” He was breathing so hard he could barely get the words out.

“You’re not getting off that easy, Angry Boy,” she mocked him. He watched as she crawled on all fours up his body, pausing briefly to kiss him hard, before straddling him once more, this time with his head between her thighs.

“You’ve had the use of your tongue back for a while, hot stuff,” she purred. “Let’s put it to good use."

Zuko was instantly furious. "You filthy little peasant," he growled, smoke beginning to curl from his nostrils. "How dare you make such a demand of me. Now get back down there and finish what you started!"

"Watch your mouth, Angry Boy." Jun, it seemed, had a temper as well. "I'm calling the shots here. You've got a while yet before you can move, and you'd better believe I'm going to do what it takes to keep you here, so you'd better put that sharp tongue of yours to work."

The combination of thwarted desire and her insulting demand for equal service nearly put an end to his little charade. He considered throwing her off then and there. He was strong enough, he could feel it, and yet...he was curious. It was dangerous and stupid and he should just blast her right now and end it, but he was curious, and he was horny, and he didn't want this to end. Not just yet. So, swallowing his pride, Zuko turned his head to the distasteful yet strangely intriguing task before him.

Zuko was confused. From this angle, he was getting a very detailed lesson in the female anatomy. Strange, but weren’t women supposed to have hair down there, much the same as men did? Jun was smooth, either naturally or of her own volition. She wasn't forcing herself down on him, which helped. She merely hovered above him, offering herself to him. He thought of the pleasure she had given him, and tentatively flicked his tongue across her feminine folds.

"That's right, handsome. Right there..." she murmured.

He tried it again, going deeper this time, parting her with his tongue. The taste was strange, but instantly addictive. She sighed, and wiggled just a little bit closer. Bolder now, he mimicked her earlier trick, and licked her along the length of her womanhood.

"Aaahhh...yes..." Jun's voice trailed off in a hiss. He grew more confident, and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub of flesh he found there. "Oh, Gods! There, right there..." Zuko glanced up at his captor and relished the sight of Jun with her eyes closed, full lips parted, her face rapt with pleasure. There was nothing else for her but the pleasure he was giving to her. All rational thought had fled.

Perfect.

Zuko moved so rapidly, Jun never stood a chance. Grabbing her by the waist, he threw her to the side. Jun yelped and tried to get to her feet, but he quickly pinned her beneath his larger, heavier form. Snagging both of her hands, he pinned them above her head, his body resting between her thighs, his aching cock resting against her womanhood. Taken so completely by surprise, all she could do was look up at him, her eyes filled with a gratifying blend of desire and fear.

"How...how did you...?"

"Shake off the poison?" Zuko shrugged. "Guess it doesn't work as well the second time. Now...what was it you said earlier?" He pretended to be thoughtful. "Ah, yes. You've been a bad girl, Jun." He leaned in close, his eyes locked on hers.

"And now I'm going to have to punish you."
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