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Desire	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 41748 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Desire
Chapter 2
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Katara stood before the doors to the Fire Lord’s apartments, her heart pounding with trepidation. A guard accompanied her – he had come to fetch her at the prescribed time. She had taken a quick shower and dressed in her usual clothing. Strangely enough, she had not been prepared for the night in the way that she had been expecting – no one had come to perfume or oil her or place her in silk robes, as was the usual drill for concubines when they were called for by their master. Perhaps that meant that she was not here for the reason she had thought she had been sent for.
She told herself that, and felt a little better. Maybe, he needed her Waterbending abilities to heal an injury he had gotten. But if that was so, why wasn’t the royal physician at least supervising her?
She tried to shake off the feeling of foreboding. Fire Lord Zhao couldn’t possibly want her in his bed. He had decimated her tribe and taken all of the survivors into slavery, under strict guard here in the Fire Nation capitol. As a way to keep a close eye on the remnants of the Water Tribe, the Fire Lord had made a law that said that any Water Tribe members were not to go past the borders of the city, much less leave the island. Anyone who owned a Water Tribe slave and wished to leave the island had to transfer their ownership to someone else in the city, perhaps a relative, or sell the slave to another city resident. There was also a registration system, to keep track of the slaves, for Zhao wanted to keep a good amount of Waterbenders for practical purposes.
He couldn’t possibly see her as attractive. He had seen her before, when she had handed his newborn son to him, after Azula had just given birth. He had said nothing to her at all. And that was not counting the times she had been a prisoner on his ship, hungry and dirty, bedraggled.
And as Fire Lord, he had the best choices, the best variety and offers of concubines and courtesans to choose from. And herself? She certainly was no beauty. She spent no effort in making herself attractive, and taciturnly ignored the comments and attentions of the soldier here or there that came to the infirmary.
She entered the sitting room hesitantly. There was no one, and the doors closed behind her, with a not too loud, but audible slam. The sound made her jerk a little, before she quickly composed herself.
"Come." she heard the voice of the Fire Lord. It had been a long while since she had heard it, but there was no mistaking the voice of the man who was responsible for her bondage.
She padded across the rugs – oh, such soft and thick rugs! – and paused at the doorway where his voice has issued from.
"Come." the voice commanded again. She entered, trying to hold back a tremble as she saw that she had entered what was unmistakably his bedchamber. He had clearly used his privilege as Fire Lord to make this room as comfortable as possible. There were soft rugs and ornately-carved furniture here and there, and against the opposite wall, a huge four-poster bed with crimson hangings. Fire Nation tapestries hung along the walls, and the pillars and bedposts were decorated with carved and wrought dragons, their maws wide open in silent roars. She had never seen such a lavishly-decorated room, and could not help but mentally compare it to some of the poverty she had seen in the past.
There was a crackling fire in the fireplace. Above it was a gold-frame mirror that was angled slightly downwards, with more crimson and black hangings at its sides. She held back a gasp as she saw the Fire Lord in the mirror’s reflection, reclined in one of the soft chairs facing the fire.
"My lord." Katara murmured, quickly falling to her knees and kowtowing before him, as much as she did not want to. But survival was the key here, even if it meant kowtowing to the enemy. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw his shadow move, rising from the chair as it approached her. It fell over her cowed form, and she did not move. She would not rise until the Fire Lord told her to.
"Life in the Palace suits you well. Rise." he commanded. She bristled at the insult but said nothing, rising to her feet. She kept her eyes averted to the floor, her hands folded at her sides neatly, in the way that she had been taught.
She flinched, when she felt his finger touch her chin, forcing it up. The first thing she noticed – and remembered about Zhao from the past – were his sideburns. No one else she had ever seen had such sideburns, and she kept her eyes averted, afraid to meet his own.
"You’re much improved. A bath suits you." he continued snidely. She wanted to yell at him that he had been the one to keep her and her comrades prisoners, with limited water so they could not bend. Of course, they had been filthy. She remembered her first bath – she had been tied down for it, and scrubbed roughly. It had been one of the most humiliating experiences she had ever gone through, for the people who had washed her were men. Fortunately, she was already bedraggled and thin from the voyage, so they had not thought her attractive enough for more than a few lewd comments or groping. The other women who had come with her had been handled in this manner as well, as if they were simply merchandise to be cleaned – which they were, she reminded herself bitterly.
"Do you have something that you need me to remedy?" she asked, before she could stop herself.
"Yes. Yes, I do." Fire Lord Zhao smirked. She held back a sigh of relief. So, she would treat him, and leave. Yes. But his next comment caused her thoughts to come crashing down.
"I hear that you’re skilled in the infirmary and that Hei enjoys having you as his assistant. I suppose it’s a good thing I spared a few Waterbenders, hmm? But I ask of you to remedy something that you have not been trained for… though I am sure that you will learn quickly enough." he said with a smirk.
Spirits, no! she thought to herself. Without thinking, she pulled away from him, taking a step back. To be taken by the Lord of the Fire Nation, the man responsible for the decimation of her tribe… it would be a dishonor beyond dishonors. To give in and to let him take her would be most shameful. It would go against the memory of her people, and her heritage.
She had been a obedient slave until now – following her physician, keeping her head down around the nobles, and making no escape attempts, unlike some of the other prisoners around here, prisoners she had had to treat. Benders were valuable, and needed for various jobs, and while this did not protect them from beatings, it did give them some protection against being killed. So far, she had avoided such a beating, appearing to be broken and cowed before her new masters even before she stepped into the Palace. She was aware of the few male Waterbenders kept outside for ground work around the Palace, and they had not been brought into the infirmary, so they had apparently followed her strategy for survival, unless the outside workers had their own infirmary.
He reached out for her, but she moved out of his reach.
"Stay right where you are." he growled, moving towards her. Her training told her to stay and obey his command. But her fear overwhelmed her. She would not let this vile man touch her!
Taking another step backwards, she was fully aware of the danger that she was toying with. She knew he had beat some of his conquests before, if they had decided to defy him. But at this point, she did not care.
She gave out a startled cry when he grabbed her arm, and she squirmed around, trying to break free. But it was no use at all – he was far stronger than she, and his hand was like a vise grip on her upper arm, bruisingly hard.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, as he gave her a hard shake. He growled, and shook her again.
"You will obey me, Water wench!" he snarled.
"No!" Katara yelled, and found herself pinned to the floor on her side, his hand still on her arm. He climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his considerable bulk – life as Fire Lord had not softened him, and he maintained a rigorous training session, keeping himself in top shape. Pinning her down was really very little effort, and he smirked down at her. He could sense her fear, almost smell it.
Good, he thought with a predatory smirk.
"You will be mine, and you will do best to submit, or else…" he growled menacingly, seeing her flinch a little. Sometimes, if he was in a particularly bad mood, he would feel the need to hit someone or something, but he was actually in a rather good mood tonight. All he wanted was some pleasure, and a warm body to use for that purpose.
"I hate you. You ruined my life!" she shot back defiantly, before looking over at the wall.
"Shut up…" he growled before leaning down, getting a slight whiff of her scent. Natural not covered in the perfumes that concubines and courtesans were often bathed in. He had always hated such overwhelming smells. He breathed against her ear, and she shuddered and moaned as he traced it with his tongue.
She whimpered softly, her body going rigid, and she lay there on the floor like a statue. His tongue and breath were so warm, she wondered if this heat came from his Firebending, or his need. Perhaps a combination of both.
He maintained his firm grip on her arm, his other hand sliding along her stomach. She tried to will his hand away, but it was inevitable, what would happen. And it did. His hands found the underside of her breasts, but they did not stop there, and she continued to stare at the wall as his hand firmly cupped her left breast. He started to knead it, almost as if he was giving her a massage.
It was not painful, but it was firm, and he seemed to enjoy squeezing her flesh. Her breasts were not large – she did not eat much even when she was given a good choice of food, but he did not seem to care. She groaned and writhed around, as he continued his firm treatment of her chest, letting go of her arm so he could play with her other breast.
Strangely enough, the rubbing was pleasurable in a way. She had been expecting a outright violation, or a beating for her defiance. Surprise had given way to relief, and then to enjoyment, as he made his kneading just a bit gentler.
"Pl... please." she sobbed softly, her fingers digging into the soft, thick carpet.
"Please what?" he asked softly, rolling her nipples after he slipped his hands under her linen shirt.
"Please... don't do this. Have mercy." she said with a soft sob.
"Shh-h-hhh..." he purred, a hand lowering to the hem of her pants. With a sudden movement, he yanked it away, along with her fundoshi. His movements had been so sudden, that she had no time to try to keep them on.
She lay before him on the rich, plush red area rug, an utterly enticing sight to him. The Earth Kingdom women he had taken in the past – a few of them had been a little tanned. But he had never had anyone with such dark skin. She did look a bit paler than she had when he had first lay eyes upon her, since she spent most if not all of her time in the Palace, away from the sun.
He straddled her legs loosely, looking down at what lay between them. She had soft, wiry strands of very dark brown hair just above the cleft of her flesh, and his fingers lightly ran along it. She continued staring at the wall, trembling slightly, and her hips rocked as she tried to wiggle away. Her hands went to his arms, trying to push herself away from him.
He refused to be deterred, and his finger ran along her slit – so warm, so… plump and juicy. He noted with pleasure, that her inner labia were fleshy and inviting. Azula did not even seem to have any inner labia – just pale flesh surrounding a tight little slit. On their wedding night, she had not even let him touch or explore her; she had forced him to couple with her, and she had dominated the situation.
And many of the courtesans brought to him had the same trait, the same seeming lack of inner lips, as if they were ashamed to have such flesh. Some of them would just tuck it within their outer lips, so it was not visible. Others simply had small ones. He supposed it varied among women, like breast size.
He stroked along the moist flesh, pulling them open gently. Her womanhood looked so warm and inviting, and the sight of her generous flesh only excited him more. His fingers lightly tugged at them, bringing them out more. He smirked, and ran his fingers along her opening.
"No…" she murmured softly, shaking her head firmly when he started to wiggle a finger inside of her.
"Sh. I simply seek the warmth of your flesh."
She bit her lip and arched, trying to push him away.
"N-no...Please, my Lord..." she pleaded weakly. Her body was trembling, and her tunnel was tight around his finger. She would be a lovely sheath, he was certain of this.
"Shhhh. Submit to your lord and master."
Despite his middle age, he was a very virile specimen of male, and demanded satisfaction often. He hoped he would find it in this one. The slaves and courtesans brought to him just left him feeling empty.
She tried not to think of how nice the heat of his hand felt as he began to finger her. Turning her head away, she pressed her forehead to the carpet, giving out a whimper as he lifted one leg to look at her womanhood better as he fingered her.
Agni be praised. She was so beautiful...He growled softly and pressed his finger against that spongy, secret place, feeling her arch. She hid her face, but the way her body arched showed her pleasure, and her toes curled in and out as he continued to prod that inner spot. He noted her toes curling with a bit of curiosity and amusement, and continued his prodding, increasing the warmth in his fingers with just a bit of Firebending.
The young Water Tribe woman had explored herself before, in washing, but she had never masturbated, much less had an orgasm. She was too miserable here to think of pleasure, and she had no desire to have the attention of any Fire Nation male.
The pressure within continued to increase with each rub and prod he gave her, aided by the heat of his fingers. She hated the fact that he was able to manipulate her body like this. She tried to shut herself off from his firm attention, but each prod brought her crashing back to reality.
And finally, a firm prod pushed her over the edge. She cried out, and arched off the rug, her nails digging into the soft plush. Whatever he had done… it was like an explosion. For a moment, she thought he had released some fire into her, but no. It wasn’t pain… but the sensation was so intense that it bordered on that. It shot through her nerve endings, like lightning, and she gave out a few soft gasps as he continued to tease her, though his rubs and pokes were gentler now.
Zhao felt the slickness and smirked to himself as she squirmed around in the throes of her pleasure. He looked down, seeing his fingers embedded deep within her silken folds, her inner lips plump from his attention to them. Agni, he was entranced by the sight, and he had no idea why the genitals of a Waterbender should turn him on so much when he had had plenty of women before.
He slid his fingers out, and sniffed for a moment – her musk was most pleasant, and he licked his fingers clean, looking down at her with a small smirk as her eyes widened at his actions.
He let out a soft chuckle, and when he looked back at her, her face was averted to the floor, rather pointedly. He let go of her leg, setting it back down as he noticed her faint trembling.
"Lovely." His voice was gruff and husky, sounding almost like a dragonic growl to her. She had never met a more feral, bestial man than Zhao. He seemed to revel in conquests, and being on top always, in whatever arena he was competing in. She could not help but think of ‘king of the snowpile’, a game that she and the other village children would play when they were younger.
Katara paused and hesitantly raised her head, her eyes peering at him over the sleeve of her robe.
"It felt good, didn’t it..." he whispered, his voice now...soft. Almost understanding, as if he was genuinely trying to comfort or reassure her. "It's okay that it felt good...There's nothing wrong with it."
She slowly nodded, whimpering a little as he grabbed her arm, tugging her to her feet.
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