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Into the Inferno	By : InkHeart17 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 20070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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AN: I'm sorry, I uploaded this saying it was complete but had to flee before posting the other chapters. This story has eight chapters; if they're not all here, you won't have to wait too long to see them. Again, my apologies for any withholdings.

----Chapter Two: Contend

Come on, Zuko thought as he moved his flaming hand closer to her. Beg for my mercy.

The Prince was starting to panic a bit himself. He was harsh but he had no desire to be cruel. If Katara’s stubbornness held, he’d have to find some excuse to back off. Come on, Zuko thought with a slight plea. Ask me for forgiveness. I don’t want to mar such beautiful flesh. The flames danced inches from her cheek.

“Ah, Zuko!” she finally choked out. He pulled his hand back a little, inwardly sighing with relief.

“Yes, Katara?” he whispered.

Her lower lip was trembling as she fought the tears gathering in her eyes. “Don’t,” she squeaked.

“Don’t what?” he asked softly with an undertone of malice.

A sob broke from her lips as the tears began to trickle down her cheeks. It wasn’t enough to gain his sympathy. She had resisted him, insulted him, and fought him. Now he wanted this insurgent waterbender to be humbled. Zuko wanted to hear her beg and later, scream for him. His hand still held the fire.

But it seemed Katara couldn’t say what he wanted to hear. Zuko watched her chest heave with gentle sobs. She whimpered and her lips quivered as she tried to form words. The stress of being in a battle, being captured, and now the looming threat of torture overwhelming her; whatever strength she had, it was all that was keeping her from breaking down completely in front of him. Zuko’s patience was thinning.

“I can’t read your mind,” he drawled. “You have to tell me what you mean by ‘don’t.’” Katara gulped but said nothing; still issuing susurrations as she blinked back more tears. “Do you need some encouragement?” He brought the flames back to her.

“Don’t burn me!” she screamed. Zuko extinguished his flaming palm but still pressed the hot flesh against Katara’s cheek. Her tears created a puff of steam as she cried out, not realizing he hadn’t set her on fire.

He turned her head and locked eyes with her. Her tears made her fantastic blue eyes even brighter. “Do you see now what the hard way could be like?” he growled. “Violent and painful. I’m in control! Start respecting my power over you.”

"Please," she said as she hung her head with the shame of this situation. He forced her to look back up.

“Cooperate, Katara,” he continued, “and you will get out of this unharmed.” He took his hand away and waited for her to calm down. His anger had temporarily diminished.

As Katara took deep breaths, Zuko’s eyes fell on her chest. Without her sash, her robe hung loose. He brushed it fully open. He heard her gasp, but disregarded it. Her dark skin was so exotic to him. He was mesmerized by her graceful shoulders and the toned plane of her stomach rising and falling while she “panted” against his neck.

Zuko ran his hand down her side. Her hips hadn’t reached their full potential, but she was still quite curvy. How old was this girl exactly? In a few years how many more curves would she develop to appreciate?

He looked up as he heard Katara say softly, “Please don’t force me.” His hand went back to her face. But this time, he caressed her features as he spoke.

“I won’t have to force you if you cooperate,” he said evenly while tracing her jaw.

“I have my honor to keep” she said, her voice gaining strength. “You once told me that you’ve already lost yours.” Zuko’s eyes narrowed. She was treading on dangerous ground. His hand ghosted along her ear.

“Then you should be afraid,” he said darkly. “It means I have nothing to lose by dishonoring you.”

Katara tilted her head. “How can you teach me respect when you obviously don’t practice it?” she asked. Prince Zuko stiffened and his hand halted in its gentle strokes on her left temple. Very dangerous ground now…

“I know more than you think,” he said tersely.

“Prove it,” Katara challenged. “Respect my rights to refuse you as a lover.”

“As a prince, I have a ‘right’ to any woman I want,” he rebutted. Well, not in exile.

"You’re not my prince,” she shot back.

True, Zuko admitted to himself. She’s Water Tribe. Is their society organized enough to even have royalty? From what he’d seen of the South Pole, he guessed not. She didn’t understand the privileges of being born noble. She needs a prince to teach her, he thought deliciously.

“I could be if you just let me,” he said smoothly.

“Not interested,” she snapped.

“But I’m interested in you, Katara,” Zuko said. “You’ve seen for yourself how determined I can be. So you know that I won’t just abandon this interest. Not until I take my pleasure with you.”

“I won’t be ravaged by a demon such as you,” the Waterbender said darkly.

Demon…Yes he was in some ways. He decided to go with it. “Care to make a deal with a demon then?”

“Involving my release?” his prisoner said harshly.

“Eventually,” he said deviously. “You get to leave unharmed if you surrender yourself to my… needs.” Simple enough, Zuko reasoned.

Katara bristled again. “No deal!” she snapped. “You’re not deflowering me! I’m getting out of here with my honor!”

So defiant, Zuko thought exasperatedly. He didn’t want to hold her down for her first time. It’d be a chore for him and an emotional scar for her. He’d have to seduce her to make this easier.

He made his voice smoother and ran his thumb lightly across her cheek. “There’s no dishonor in pleasure,” he said.

Katara pulled her face away from his touch. “I don’t want the kind of pleasure you’re offering,” she said firmly.

“You can’t decide you don’t like something until you try it,” the Prince cooed. “There are many ways to indulge in pleasure, with different positions and your mouth. Give this a chance. I won’t hurt you and you can leave afterward.” After I capture the Avatar, that is, he added to himself.

Katara shook her head. “My tribe has customs. Sex is achieved through marriage. No man wants to eat from a plate that isn’t clean.”

Where did THAT metaphor come from? Zuko wondered. Who cared if their partner was virgin? It just meant inexperience.

“If he loves you, he won’t care,” the Firebender mocked.

“Stop it!” Katara yelled. “You don’t know anything about love!” She stared furiously at him. “Or respect,” she added as an afterthought.

Well, verbal persuasion was getting him nowhere. Katara always had a comeback. Zuko had had no idea how fierce she could be. Shifting tactics, he decided to try arousing her past the point of refusal. She couldn’t deny herself, could she?

He moved his eyes over Katara’s exposed flesh. Where to start his attentions? The neck was usually hedonic in women. The necklace would have to come off, but yes, the neck would be a good starting point. He’d kiss her on the mouth as a last resort. The mouth was much too personal and he wasn’t looking for a relationship, just pleasure.

Continuing the conversation, he said, “And what do you know about respect little girl? I’m a prince and you’ve been defying me ever since you got here.”

The Waterbender glowered at him. “For your information,” she said darkly, “I’m the chief’s daughter.” Zuko blinked in surprise. “A tribal princess, if you will,” she continued. “Does royalty have to answer to other royalty?”

So the Southern Tribe did have “royalty.” The Fire Nation had already overrun the South Pole’s culture, but now he would get to conquer the chief’s daughter? Oh this was truly delicious!

“My kingdom conquered yours. I’m still the higher authority here, your highness,” Zuko answered. He reached up and unfastened her necklace.

“Hey! Give that back!” she yelled as he slid it from her throat.

“No,” he said coldly. “This is collateral until you cooperate.” He tucked the jewelry into the leather pouch on his belt.

Katara looked at the floor. “It’s just a necklace,” she muttered. “I can always get another one.”

The Firebender smirked. “You’re bluffing,” he said. “You were quite insistent I return it to you that night by the river.” He saw a faint blush creep into Katara’s scowl as she remembered. “You want it back?” Zuko taunted.

“Please. It’s all I have left of my mother, Prince Zuko,” Katara said sadly. He noticed she had added his title now that she wanted something.

“Then just relax and let me pleasure you,” he said lewdly.

“I don’t want to,” she said pleadingly.

“We’ll have fun. Just give into it,” he said smoothly.

“Please respect my body, Prince Zuko,” she said softly. Her voice hinted at despair. Zuko was jubilant that he almost had her completely convinced she was not going to escape this.

He put his lips next to her ear and purred, “Oh I shall, Katara.”

His mouth descended on her neck. He felt Katara shiver against him as he rained gentle kisses along her throat. Zuko’s lips lingered over her pulse point and he was thrilled to find it racing. You’re mine, he thought triumphantly.
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